Theirs (Possession #2)

Bonus Epilogue

Camila

3 years later

“Where the hell is the dog leash!” I yelled, trying not to panic.

“I thought I left it by the door,” Genevieve said, as I tried not to get upset because it was just pregnancy brain.

“Fuck it, use this, we don’t have time,” Luke said, handing me a metal bar.

I studied it until I realized what it is.

“Luke, I can’t walk the dog with a spreader bar!” I waved it around.

“You can, we have to leave in ten minutes, and we have nothing else,” he hissed, walking back to Genevieve.

“Fuck,” I snapped, clipping our standard poodle, Harry, to it.

I took him to the small courtyard to do his business, and tried not to look at other people and hoping no one noticed I was using a spreader bar to walk our damn dog. He finished his business quickly because, I swear, he knows we are in a hurry and he’s the best damn dog in the world.

We made our way back up to the condo as I saw Genevieve waddling down the hallway. Tears gathered in my eyes as it hit me again, that we were going to be parents. She looked absolutely miserable, and a part of me was jealous she was able to experience this, but I couldn’t wait to meet our little one.

“Is that a spreader bar?” Genevieve was staring at Harry.

“I couldn’t find the leash,” I said, pouting, taking it off of Harry as he walked up to her.

He had been very possessive with her and it was not surprising that she had him wrapped around her finger too.

“Ok, I think I have everything,” Luke said, bringing three bags, a nursing pillow and another bag that had our snacks.

Genevieve laughed, and shook her head, but she should know that Luke and I were prepared for everything. I grabbed two bags from Luke as he walked beside Genevieve while I locked up the house.

We headed down to the garage where there was an awful smell that made me want to gag. I covered my nose and looked over at Luke and Genevieve, who seemed unbothered by the smell. A man with a take-out bag passed right by us as the foul smell intensified. My eyes watered with the need to gag, but I kept it down, getting a look from Luke.

I shrugged my shoulders wondering where the hell that had come from. We got into my car and drove to the hospital. Our baby wasn’t due for another week, but Genevieve’s blood pressure was too high and they were worried about her and the baby.

Once we got to the hospital, a flurry of activity happened. She was put on a monitor and they induced labor and then the worst thing happens. Baby’s heart rate dropped and continued dropping. The doctors were worried and before we knew it, Luke and I were trying to decide who went into the room with her. I pushed Luke to go because I was so nervous I was nauseated.

I paced in the waiting room, walking back and forth nervously. My head hurt, my back hurt from sitting in the awful hospital chair, and my mind couldn’t stop thinking about all of the bad things that could happen. That’s when a nurse came out telling me they were ok.

My lip trembled as she told me it was a boy, since we had decided to keep it a surprise. The nurse pat my shoulder as I cried and she told me they would let me see them when they got moved to the Maternity Ward.

I was so anxious to see them that the moment I stepped into the room, I burst into tears. Genevieve was holding him and looked up at me with an enormous smile.

“Hey Conrad, meet your other Mama,” she said, motioning me over.

I was a blubbering mess when I stood beside her, kissing her forehead as I looked down at our perfect little boy wrapped up in a blue blanket and a striped beanie, fast asleep.

“Evie, he is perfect,” I said, kissing her forehead again. “How are you feeling?”

“High off endorphins, but scared of the pain,” she said, as I looked at her. “We got you, baby.”

I wrapped my arm around her as Luke did the same thing on the opposite side until the nurse wheeled in a tray of food. There was that smell again making me immediately cover my nose, trying not to gag at the smell.

“Cari?o, you ok?”

I shook my head, and closed my eyes, but it wasn't enough to curb my nausea before I ran into the bathroom, emptying what little I had in my stomach. Someone knocked on the door and I yelled out I was ok before rinsing my mouth out.

The smell wasn’t as strong here, giving me time to let the nausea subside. I opened the door, not ready to be met with their concern, hoping they took the food out of the room. When the smell was gone, I was relieved.

“I’m fine,” I said, walking to our bags to get my toothbrush.

“You don’t look fine,” Genevieve said. “Have you eaten?”

“No, I've been too nervous to eat,” I said, looking up to see Luke coming close to me.

“I think you need to eat and rest,” Luke said, putting his hand on my forehead. “We've been up for a while.”

“I’m fine, it's just whatever they brought in did not smell good,” I said while I walked to the bathroom.

“Camy,” Genevieve said, stopping me to turn to look at her. “Honey, when was the last time you had your period?”

“I just had it when we went to Hawaii,” I said, my heart beating faster.

“Camila, that was two months ago,” Luke said, coming closer to me.

“Then I must have had it after that, we’ve just been busy and?—”

“Luke, go downstairs and get a pregnancy test,” Genevieve ordered.

“Guys, I haven’t gotten pregnant in over five years,” I said, dismissing the thought and hope. “I’m sure if I was going to have a kid it would have happened by now.”

Luke left the room quickly and I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. There was no way I could be pregnant. That ship had sailed a long time ago and even if I was, it probably wasn’t viable. As I brushed my teeth, I calculated how far along I was. If I haven’t had a period in over two months, then it might be nine to ten weeks. There was no way.

I exited the bathroom to Genevieve looking so happy while I dreaded taking a test. Call it PTSD, but I didn’t know if I could take one. It was a double-edged sword. Seeing the negative sign only reinforced that I was not meant to have kids and seeing a positive sign meant I would probably lose another baby.

Luke walked into the room a little out of breath and I couldn’t do it anymore. I cried again not wanting to see the look of disappointment on his face again.

“Cari?o,” Luke said, wrapping his arms around me.

I held on to him as I thought of the countless times we had gone through this to only be disappointed time and time again. He picked me up, and set me on the bed with Genevieve.

“No, I can’t get in bed with her,” I mumbled.

“There is no other place I’d rather have you than by my side,” Genevieve said, leaning into me. “No matter what it says and what happens, we will be with you every step of the way. We are in this together.”

“This is our family and whatever happens we are here for you,” Luke said. “We promised, through the good and bad.”

They kissed me, while they murmured words of encouragement. I sat up looking at them.

“Just love me when I don’t love myself,” I whispered, as I grabbed the test and kissed them.

I slid off the bed grabbing all of the courage I needed to walk into that bathroom and watch as a little stick told me my future. I kissed Genevieve and Luke before kissing Conrad.

“You are perfect and I’m going to make sure you know that, no matter what,” I said while I walked away, but looked back before I closed my door.

I didn’t know what might come, but I couldn’t imagine navigating this world without them. We might not have all met at the same time, but Genevieve came into our lives right when we needed her. This family wasn't conventional, but that didn’t make it any less right.

Luke

5 years later

I came home and the house was quiet…too quiet. I set my keys in the bowl on the entry table, took off my jacket and placed it in the closet. The storm was getting worse and it looked like we were going to get a lot of snow.

Harry came up to me and I gave him some love before heading to the living room, but I saw that it was empty. I headed to Conrad’s room to see if Camila was playing video games with him. When that room was empty, I heard a noise that I thought was coming from Camila’s office, and I began to walk that way. As I inched closer, I heard a movie playing and as I got to the door, I saw a giant makeshift tent. Camila and Genevieve were sitting down with our children in front of them.

Conrad, Leigh and Maya were sitting against their mothers as they watched something. No one noticed me and I soaked in the moment taking out my phone and snapping a photo of them. Camila had her head on Genevieve's shoulder. Our twins were on Genevieve as Conrad leaned against Camila’s chest.

I was hit with so much love, it always choked me up. Camila had our twins six months after we had Conrad. It was a nerve-wracking time, but I thank whoever is up there that they let her have babies. She always said she didn’t need to have kids and a part of me always thought it did bother her that she couldn’t. When she delivered Leigh and Maya, I saw the last shadow lift off of her, and it was fucking beautiful.

Thankfully, there were three of us because the first two years of their lives were rough. Camila being pregnant while we had baby Conrad and then later taking care of twins on top of that was stressful. Conrad and Leigh didn’t sleep through the night till Conrad was two, but our princess, Maya, slept through the night practically from birth. Conrad and Leigh were our strong-willed, sassy children and they both took after their mothers.

“Daddy!” The loud scream pulled me from my thoughts as Maya ran towards me.

I picked her up as she wrapped her little arms around my neck and squeezed me tightly.

“Hello, baby girl,” I said, kissing her cheek.

“Papa.” I felt little arms patting my leg and looked down to see Leigh raising her arms for me to carry her.

“Hello, sugar,” I said, picking her up too.

I blew a raspberry on her cheek, giving me one of the best sounds in the world.

“Papa!” she squealed, pushing me away.

“Hey, Dad,” Conrad came up to me hugging my leg. “Moms said we could bake cookies today.”

“Oh, it's a good thing I have cookie dough in the fridge ready to go,” I said setting the girls down. Go wash your hands and we can make them before dinner gets here.”

“I hope it's sugar!” Leigh yelled.

“Nah, it better be oatmeal,” Conrad said as they ran out.

“I just want cooookies!” Maya yelled.

I laughed at the kids turning to see Genevieve and Camila coming out of the tent.

“Hello darlin’s,” I said, pulling in each of them for a kiss.

“Hello, suga,” Genevieve said, leaning onto my chest.

“Hola, Cari?o.” Camila snuggled against me too.

“Hey! It’s my turn!” one of the girls yelled.

“Come on, we better go referee before Leigh punches Conrad again,” Genevieve chuckled.

“I love her spunk and I hope she keeps it as she gets older,” Camila said, as they walked out of the room.

I watched these two women I was absolutely crazy for, walk away. Camila wrapped an arm around Genevieve as they laughed and even though we had been together for eight years, it still blew my mind that this whole thing started with a fantasy.

“You coming, Pet?” Genevieve asked with a raised brow.

“You just tell me when,” I smirked. “I think it's a melatonin kind of night.”

Camila laughed. “Our children are too strong-willed for that.”

“Knowing our luck it would have the opposite effect,” Genevieve said with large eyes. “Nope, regular bedtime, but once they are down, I think we should play.”

“It's been too long since we have seen you on your knees,” Camila said, biting her lip.

“I’ll be waiting for you on my knees tonight, Mistresses.” I walked up to them and kissed them quickly, excited for us to play. As a parent, it was hard to fit in time for us, most of the time we were all exhausted, but nights like these always made me thankful I blurted out that I wanted to be dominated. Who knew those words would have brought us here and I couldn’t be happier.