It’s my first day of teaching. She’s still working in the English department, teaching freshman English. I lucked into a job when the teacher who had been working with the senior AP and journalism students retired. I’m a little nervous about it, even though Sookie assures me that I’m going to do just fine. She finds it adorable that I felt no fear walking into a war zone, but a room full of teenagers kept me up pacing for half the night.

The good thing is that all I have to do is think about Sookie and how well all of that has turned out, and my nerves fade away. When I saw her at Trader Joe’s that morning I wasn’t at all prepared for it. At first I wasn’t even sure it was her, since I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to be just as beautiful as they were the last time I saw them, but my Sookie was. I still didn’t know how to put into words what she had done for me, and I couldn’t even explain it to myself.

If there was such a thing as fate, it had definitely made itself present in our lives. It had conspired to bring us together, and I had no doubt that even if she would never have contacted me after we slept together, our paths would have crossed again. It seems we are destined to find each other over and over again. Her vote of confidence means the world to me, and just as she’s always done from the very first time I laid eyes on her, she’s inspired me to be the best version of myself that I can.

It’s been a little more than two years since she came back into my life, and I have tried every single day to let her know just how important she is to me. We were married after the school year ended the previous year in a small ceremony in our front yard. I moved into her farmhouse not long after we found each other, and even though it was fast, I asked her to marry me on New Year’s Eve. It was a little on the cliché side, but I wanted to start the New Year with Sookie at my side, both of us starting a new chapter along with the year.

Don’t get me wrong, it hasn’t been perfect. I discovered just how stubborn Sookie can be, and how lost she gets in her own head, but she’s opened herself up to me. I trust her with my life and I know she feels the same as me. She’s always had this strength that overrides everything else, and while it’s one of her greatest assets, it can also be her biggest weakness. Sometimes she’s too strong for her own good and forgets to lean on other people when she’s struggling. She’s so used to doing things alone that it’s hard for her to remember to ask for help when she needs it.

But I’ve learned the best way to deal with that is in little ways. I’ve studied her closely over the last two years, and I know when to offer my assistance and when to let her steer her own course. Frankly, once my wife digs her heels in on something there’s no changing her mind anyway. So when I start to feel flustered or unsure of myself I think about her, and what a little bad ass she is and I feel better.

When I look to my right and see Sookie lying in bed beside me with the sun just barely up over the horizon, I reach over her to turn off the alarm clock. I’ve been awake for an hour already, and my nerves are getting the better of me. She’s dressed in one of her little cotton nightgowns, and her hair spilled out on the pillow like it is looks like a halo. Her tan legs are parted in an inviting way that I can’t stop myself from touching. She shifts a little, the higher my hand gets on her thigh. My eyes are trained on hers when I reach the soft curls between her legs, and she shifts again when I part her folds to touch her there.

I kiss her shoulder softly and slowly make my way across her delicate collarbone to her neck, and then up to her ear. “Lover, wake up,” I whisper to her, but she doesn’t move. My wife is a heavy sleeper most of the time.

It’s actually perfect since I would prefer that she wake up right when she’s about to come anyway. I don’t whisper to her again before I move into place between her legs to wake her up in a way that’s proven in the past to make her very happy. I start slowly and take my time coaxing her arousal from her. I keep my eyes on her beautiful face so I’ll know when she’s awake. When her hips start to move I know she’s about half way to her orgasm, and it’s up to me whether I finish her quickly, or draw it out. My eyes flit to the clock on the night stand, and see that as much as I would love to draw it out, she’ll kill me if we’re late on our first day.

I pick up my pace a little bit, and just when she’s about to come, her beautiful blue eyes pop open and she smiles at me and her small hand comes down to run through my hair. There’s an expression of adoration mixed with lust on her face, and in that moment I’m pretty sure I fall in love with her all over again. It seems to happen every few days, and always for a new reason. I am hopelessly in love with this woman, and she knows it. Her face contorts and her body rises off the bed when her orgasm hits her, and before she’s come back down from her high, my lips are on hers.

“Morning, babe,” she touches my cheek gently.

“Morning,” I smile back at her and rub her nose with mine.

She giggles quietly and wraps her legs around my waist. I kiss her neck for a few seconds, and then align myself so I can slide into her. Her hold on my shoulders gets a little tighter, and I love the way it feels when she clings to me the way she is right now. There is a part of me that still thinks maybe I’m dreaming all this up, and eventually I’m going to wake up still a senior in high school, fantasizing about the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. At the moment, though, I’m going to take full advantage of where I am. I pump in and out of her slowly, kissing her lazily as I do. My weight is braced mostly on my elbows, allowing my fingers to twirl some of her hair between kisses. I grind against her a little, giving her clit just the right amount of friction to help her along. Since time is sensitive I have no choice but to speed up after a few minutes, and the result is immediate in the way Sookie starts to breathe a little faster and moan a little bit louder.

The headboard starts to smack against the wall and I make a note to tighten the bed frame. It seems to come loose every few months, but that’s probably a direct result of how much time we spend in bed together. There’s nowhere else either of us would prefer to be a on a rainy day, that’s for damn sure. The frame squeaks a little bit with our thrusts, but the sound is mostly drowned out by the noises Sookie is making. There’s a light sheen of sweat on her skin, and it’s a good thing that I got to her before we get in the shower or I would have been shutdown until after work.

“Come with me, Eric,” she looks into my eyes when she speaks, and the way she’s biting her bottom lip tells me that she’s holding back.

I gently loosen that lip of between her teeth, and then suck on it before kissing her deeply. The fluttering of her inner muscles triggers my own release, and just when I feel myself start to swell inside her Sookie lets go and comes. Feeling her pleasure that way will never get old to me, and I will gladly where the half moon shaped marks that I know are forming in my back on account of it. We kiss through the aftershocks of our orgasms, but don’t have much time to linger in bed. Not as much as we’d like, anyway.

“You shower first and I’ll go start the coffee,” I tell her. I know if we shower together we’ll just go at it again.

“I’ll make our lunches while you’re in the shower,” she counter offers.

“Deal. We make a pretty good team, lover,” I kiss her softly.

“I think so,” she smiles back at me, and then slips out of bed.

The sight of her perfectly round ass moving under her nightgown as she walks to the bathroom is enough to nearly give me a half chub, but I shake that from my mind. No time for that. An hour later we’re both showered, dressed and ready for work. We drive in together for the first day, but I suspect that will change since Sookie has her extra-curricular things she’s involved in that will keep her at school later than me. I park the car and we get out together to walk to the school.

“Don’t forget your lunch,” Sookie hands me my bag as we get to the front steps of the building.

“Thanks, Mrs. Northman,” I smile at her. I want to kiss her, but since we’re on school grounds that’s not really appropriate.

The first half of the day flies by, but unfortunately we don’t have the same lunch period. Mine comes before hers, and I know she’s in the middle of class when my lunch period starts. I could go down to the cafeteria, but I don’t see much point. I get a soda from the vending machine in the English office, and then return to my classroom to eat. Twenty-five minutes isn’t much time, and I don’t want to waste them walking across the enormous school to get to the staff cafeteria.

I laugh when I see what Sookie’s packed for me. If I didn’t know any better I’d think I was still in second grade. I have a peanut butter and jelly with creamy peanut butter and the crusts cut off, a little bag of Doritos, a Snack Pack, a shiny Fuji apple and at the very bottom is a little slip of paper that I assume is another note from her. But then the paper feels glossy, and my pervy mind hopes that it’s a nudey picture because that would definitely make this one of the best days of my life.

It’s a picture, I discover when I turn it over, but it’s not a nudey one. No, it’s mostly black and pretty grainy, but I see Sookie’s name printed in white letters across the top of the photo. Toward the center is this little bean shaped thing, and it takes me all of five seconds to realize what it is she’s given me… what’s she’s giving us. I shoot out of my seat like my ass is on fire, and before I can tell myself not to do it, I’m out the door and running down the hall to her classroom.

She’s perched on her desk in the front of the class, her legs crossed and her hands braced on the desktop beneath her. I’ve noticed that she’s taken to wearing looser shirts than usual lately, but it’s summertime so I hadn’t thought anything weird about it. She hasn’t had any morning sickness that I’m aware of, and I wonder how long Sookie’s kept this from me. I’m too damn happy to be pissed at her for holding off on telling me, although that may change later. I look down at the ultrasound and see that it’s dated two days before. She’d mentioned an annual checkup, but didn’t say a word about being pregnant when she came home.

I throw her classroom door open while she’s in the middle of explaining the syllabus she handed out to her students. She slides off her desk with a concerned look on her face.

“Eric, is everything okay?” she asks as I march myself toward her. My strides are long and it doesn’t take much time for me to reach her.

“When?” I hold up the picture she packed in my lunch.

She smiles at me with tears in her eyes and says, “Father’s Day. Fitting, huh?”

She doesn’t get to say anything else because even as inappropriate as it is, I kiss her right there in front of her class. I don’t get carried away with it, but there’s nothing else to be said at that particular moment. Her arms wrap around me, and even though we’re being watched by no less than twenty-five sets of adolescent eyes, I hug her back. I kiss the top of her head and breathe in the smell of her hair.

“Thank you,” I whisper to her.

I feel her nod against my chest, and a warm, wet spot forms a few seconds later so I know she’s crying. When her head lifts, I wipe away her tears. I kiss her forehead and she turns to her class to say, “Class, this is Mr. Northman. He teaches Senior AP English and Journalism. He’s also my husband.”

She looks up at me with a wibbling smile on her face and links her hand with mine. I don’t know if it’s appropriate for us to announce that we’re pregnant so I keep my mouth shut.

“We’re having a baby,” Sookie says, which is just fine by me because if she’s due in June she’ll be showing soon enough anyway.

Her students don’t really seem to know how to react, although a few of them congratulate us and a couple of the girls start to swoon a bit.

“I’m sorry, I’ll let you get back to class,” I say, and raise her hand to kiss the back of it. “We’ll talk later.”

She nods, and waves to me when I stop to mouth an I love you at the doorway. She mouths one back, and then resumes her discussion.

The rest of the day passes in a bit of a blur for me, all of it punctuated by thoughts of how my life has turned out. I realize, as I’m locking up for the day, that I’m locking the door of the very classroom that once belonged to Sookie. The door I’m standing in front of is the same one she used to stand at and smile at students as they passed her by on their way to their next class.

Between classes that day I noticed she still does it. After every class she stands at her door, smiling at students while they walk by her on their way to their next class. Whether she knows them or not, she’s smiling. I think about how much that used to mean to me when I was an awkward teenager who didn’t really have the balls to put myself out there, not that I ever would have had the guts to make a move on a teacher. Seeing her beautiful, smiling face was something I looked forward to everyday when I walked down the hall back then.

But when I turn to look down the hall after locking up my own classroom door, I see her standing there, watching and smiling as I walk toward her… and this time I know it’s for me.


11 thoughts on “Epilogue

  1. Ok, omg. That was, I have no words, or rather it seems I have no new words… Awesome, brilliant, fantastic! Thankyou thankyou thankyou.
    Fantastic to have an Eric POV, and have him find out they ar expecting… And they way he found out? Just wow.
    LMAO’d when Eric felt the glossy paper and thought it was a naughty picture!

  2. Really impressed with how you set this story up. Also for the age difference, that was a nice surprise. Liked how the epilogue was from Eric’s POV too. Kudos to both of you for such a smarmy little tale.

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