Page 135 of Pucking Double

Miles nods, and I agree. “It is working.”

“What happens when I want babies?” she says absentmindedly.

I smile as Miles stills. I force her chin to my face. I search deep into her eyes, knowing damn well I’ll fuck her until she’s pregnant with my kids.

She whispers, “Just a random question so we can prepare.”

I nod. “Baby, if you want kids, we’ll give them to you.”

“Wouldn’t that be––”

Miles speaks, “We’ll give them to you, so that promises you two babies.”

“From two different dads?” she mutters again like she’s talking to herself.

I nod. “Nothing the world hasn’t seen before.”

“What would we tell the kids?”

“That their daddies are obsessed with their mommy,” Miles says, kissing her.

“It wouldn’t be a lie,” I add, reaching for her.

She smiles. “Really?”

I nod with a smile as I kiss her.

She smiles back, looking at both of us. “I love you.”

My heart sinks. “Baby––”

Miles says, “I fucking love you too.”

He kisses her as I say, “I love you too, baby.” I kiss her cheek and then her lips meet mine.

My dick’s hard between my legs. “How about we start right now?”

She laughs. “No, I’m not ready right now.”

I flip her onto her stomach, pushing her skirt to her waist. “Suit yourself, baby. It’s my turn to fuck you.”

Miles grabs her face. “And my turn to fuck this pretty face.”

I look at them—Chloe, Miles—and feel the surge of relief that we made it this far. We’ve lost so much, yes, but we’ve also survived. And in survival, we’ve found something resembling peace. Something resembling home.

The sun dips lower, spilling orange across the walls as I fuck her pussy and Miles takes her mouth, and I know that whatever comes next, we will face it side by side. Because this is ours.

Our family. Our fucked up happily ever after.

The End.