Epilogue

After Foster recovered and was released from the hospital, they both decided that taking their exams surrounded by all those classmates who witnessed one of Claudia's most difficult moments would not be conducive to a successful test-taking environment. They decided to finish their senior year by taking a slightly different route than most teens would. Not that they ever took the straight path, to begin with.

As Claudia got closer to pregnancy, she was having a really tough time carrying the weight of herself and their child. She spent half of her last trimester on bed rest. Claudia didn't mind this, normally she would have been annoyed that she couldn't take care of everything on her own, but it was funny to watch Foster prance around like her personal servant.

He did everything for her. She was kind of hoping this pregnancy thing would last forever. It's nice to have someone do stuff for her like he did. I mean who else would rub her feet, shampoo her hair, clean and fold the laundry, and cook breakfast (and every other meal) in bed like he did.

The day rolled around when it was time for their child to grace the outside world. They weren't sure of the gender because they didn't really care about that. They had spent the last nine months schooling themselves and turning their two rooms into one giant room for themselves and the baby. Kind of like a small apartment.

Sylvia had already sewn up tons of baby clothes for her future grandchild. Dawn had returned home to help once her sister was well. Dawn moved into the apartment above the brick oasis with them and rented out the loft above the café to some college kid who works part-time as a barista, helping out whenever Dawn needed to do something for her family.

They were all ready for this. The day is here. The labor was a long and painful one. Foster had to leave the room multiple times to hurl. He was having sympathy pains, nausea, and overall fear that something would go wrong. C kept it together for his sake, pretending like her body wasn't being ripped apart during the birth.

Fortunately, they managed to produce a healthy baby with no complications. It was a boy. Somehow Foster was right about that. The mothers were there with them, coaching C through her breathing techniques and sharing stories of their own labor experiences. This contributed to the nausea that Foster had.

The hospital kept Claudia and their son overnight to ensure that everything was as it should be. Foster stayed with them as well. He didn't get a wink of sleep; he was too excited. He couldn't stop staring at his boy. He had no hair yet and no teeth and looked kind of like a wrinkly meatball, but he couldn't stop thinking, 'I made this, we made this.'

Foster and Claudia left in the morning, all their stuff neatly packed into Sylvia's sedan, now turned Foster's sedan. He needed the car for work. Since Dawn had moved in with them, Sylvia and Dawn shared the SUV. Foster got a job doing construction work, repairing old bridges, and filling potholes. All that fun stuff. He didn't care about the fact that he was selling his body to sustain his family. Plus, this job gave them great benefits and he got to wear his earbuds as he worked. The days flew by quickly. He worked twelves, Monday through Thursday. It was exhausting but he enjoyed having three days with his girl and his kid.

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Stuck in his daily routine, even on the weekend, Foster rose the earliest out of everyone in the house. He used that time to shower, cook breakfast, help with whatever chores he could, etc. After he did all that, he was still the only one up so he would spend time with the baby.

His name was Thomas Andrew Foster. Tommy for short. His hair was coming in thick and wavy. Surprisingly enough, it was blonde. The doctors said that some babies are born with blonde hair and that it darkens over time. He didn't mind. He knew it was his son by the devilish glint in his eyes. He was just as much of a troublemaker as his dad.

Foster rocked Tommy, holding the pacifier in his son's mouth. Tommy had woken up and stretched his tiny arms towards his dad. Foster, of course, picked up his son and sat in the rocking chair with him. They rocked back and forth for what felt like hours. Tommy fell asleep first, his light blue eyes flutter closed almost as soon as they were in the rocking chair. Foster watched his son for a while before succumbing to his own exhaustion.

Sylvia and Dawn came into the room, as nosy as always, trying to steal their grandchild away to try and teach him to say one of their names instead of mom or dad. Claudia, who had been watching her boys sleep allowed the grandmas to steal Tommy away. Foster could use a break.

As soon as the baby was out of his arms, he blinked his eyes a few times. Claudia was standing before him. She had filled out a bit since giving birth. Her breasts were larger and fuller now. The left-one was slightly larger than the right one, Tommy had a clear favorite. C also had more curves than before. Her waist remained the same size, but her thighs and butt gained some meat.

C was self-conscious and still learning to like her new body. It's hard because she had barely gotten used to her old one. Foster pulled her onto his lap, snuggling his face into the nape of her neck. Lately, he was having a hard time resisting this woman. Even in just his ratty old t-shirts, she was irresistible. He could see the details of her body underneath the thin fabric. He doesn't know what it is about her, but he can never get enough.

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The baby is with the grandmas. It's Sunday so the shop and café are closed. They probably took him to the park so they could walk and talk and let him see things. Stimulation and what not. They say it's good for him.

I give C a kiss and nip on that spot. The one that makes her go crazy. I test the waters to see where she is at, not wanting to push if she isn't interested. I feel her shiver under my touch. The outline of her nipples appears as they harden. Fuck.

She looks up at me, her eyes are filled with that hazy, hungry, lusty look. I smirk and scoop her up. I lay her down on the bed and then run to the door to lock it. It's been a week and I am not about to let anyone ruin this opportunity. I pull off my shirt and lower my boxers.

C sits at the edge of the bed. She takes my hard member in her small hands. She can barely wrap them around it. She moves them up and down slowly, teasing the tip with her hot tongue as she swirls it around, occasionally stopping to look up at me.

I groan, "Come on now C, this is so good, but this isn't what I had in mind." I say as my cock twitches in her hands. She pouts. I push her onto the bed so that she is laying down fully. She slides off her shirt, tossing it out of the way. She looks into my eyes; I can see the uncertainty in hers. I smile softly at this gorgeous person below me.

"What's got you so shy all of the sudden?" I tease. I lay down above her, keeping myself lifted so as to not hurt her. I leave a trail of kisses from behind her ear to the nape of her neck. I stop for a moment, to tease that spot. I get some whimpers. I smirk against her skin, relishing in the sounds. I continue my trail down to her breasts. I take the left one in my hand, teasing, pinching, and pulling at her hard nipple. I take the right one into my mouth, using my tongue to please her.

"I-I'm not shy, this is just embarrassing," she tries to say confidently but her stutter betrays her. I continue to tease her like this until I can feel her squirming underneath me. She's getting antsy.

"What's got you all riled up? You can't be patient for me?" I move my left hand lower, tracing a circle around her swollen clit. She whimpers again. I could go on, taunting her, torturing her like this forever. She tries to squeeze her thighs together to prevent me from continuing. "That's not going to work sweetheart. I can stop if you want to."

I stop my movements. She whines. What a brat, I think to myself. "You know you have to use your words. How am I supposed to know what you want if you don't tell me?" My finger circles around the cute little button again. She shivers. I continue circling, rubbing, and rolling it between my thumb and index finger. I spread her legs apart so I can see just how turned on she is.

"Mmm, you're so wet for me." I position two fingers in front of her glistening folds, tracing the outlines, waiting for her to tell me what she wants.

"Foster," I slip them inside and pump then in and out of her. I move so my face is now positioned in front of her beautiful pussy. I swirl my tongue around the little red bud. She tastes so sweet. I nip and kiss at it. My fingers are moving painfully slow. I want to do more but I wait patiently until she uses her words, loving every whimper, gasp, and moan that escapes her lovely rosy lips. She runs her fingers through my hair, trying to push me closer, to get some more pressure. I'd love for her to use me like a toy but I'm having too much fun watching her squirm.

"Please, I'm so horny," she cries. I continue the slow game, adding one more finger since she asked so sweetly.

"Please what babe?" I spread my fingers apart inside her, curling them, searching for her g-spot. I rub it a bit but then stop my movements all together, looking up at her, wanting to hear her. She is just too fucking hot; how can I not play with her like this.

"Foster, please put it in. I can't wait anymore," I chuckle and withdraw my fingers from her tight and deliciously juicy cunt.

"What's it?" I ask, tilting my head to one side, feigning ignorance. I know what she wants, but I need to hear her say it. Her cheeks are bright red, a trail of drool is starting to dribble down the side of her cheek, her eyes are hooded. I can only see the slight hint of gold that peaks through her long, luscious lashes.

"Please Foster. I can't take all this teasing. Please fuck me," she cries, wrapping her legs around me.

"There. Was that so hard? I know that my good girl knows how to use her words to get what she wants." Once the last word leaves my lips, I ram the entirety of my stiff cock inside her. Her legs are trembling and the noise that she makes is heavenly. I flip her around so I can get a good look at that plump ass. Having something to hold onto makes this whole process so much easier. She hangs onto the bed frame, trying to keep up with me. I pull out slowly but then ram into her again, with as much force as I can muster. I pick up the pace as I get closer and closer to the edge.

"Foster, harder please," she screams. I lean down, nibble on her ear and then pound into her.

"Anything for you doll." Within a few minutes, we are both at our peak. I keep it together, wanting to hear her beg for me one more time. Who knows when the next time we will get to do this is? "Tell me what you want C. I need to hear you say it," I kiss her shoulder blade, waiting for her reply.

"Please Foster, I want to cum." I rub her clit with my thumb and go as hard and fast as I can. I can feel the tip of my shaft hitting her cervix. Her walls grip me tightly, preventing me from moving further. I try to pull out, but she pushes herself against me, wanting me to finish inside her. I do so, finishing and then rolling off of her, onto the bed next to her. I wipe some of the sweat from my brow with my arm.

"Good morning C," I chuckle and kiss her damp forehead. She is too busy catching her breath to respond just yet. Once she is breathing somewhat normally, she responds.

"I love you."

"I love you too."