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Epilogue

Two years later –

I'm now 18 years old and Mikhail is almost 21 years old and I've gradWhen uated from college with my art degree and I have just had my second art gallery showing two months ago; selling every single piece of the thirty paintings that were there. The gallery asked me to another showing in three months times from then, so a month from now. I have twenty-five of the thirty-five paintings completed; Mikhail stretches the canvases for me, cutting down my time in half for that I will be forever thankful for his help.

"Baby, I finished your last canvas," Mikhail states entering our shared bedroom.

Yup, on my 18th birthday, I moved into his apartment with him; he's been living at this apartment for almost two years now. He had asked me on Christmas to move in with him when I turned 18 years old.

Lifting my head toward his voice a content smile gracing my; "Thank you, Misha."

Shifting on the bed, sitting up straighter with my bed supported by pillows against the head board, trying to adjust the pillows behind my back without much success; fingers still me as Mikhail adjust the pillows for me with a kiss upon my temple, I can feel my smile there.

"So how are my boys this evening?" he fondly asks as he moves the two of us forward briefly to sit with us between his muscular legs, his back against the headboard.

Leaning into his muscular hard chest with a content sigh as his safe, warm arms are around me and our son. I've just finished breast feeding and burping our one month old son, Nikolay James Federov; "We're doing very well, thank you my love."

Mikhail gently tilts my head to the side with his fingers to gently kiss my lips, parting our lips, I lean my head against his shoulder happily. While pregnant with Nikolay, the doctor was unsure if he would be blind like me or not and said that by the time our son was a month old people would be able to tell if he was blind or not. Thankfully it does not appear that he has the genetic blindness like me, I am still a medical mystery as to how the accident cured my blindness to a degree.

Mikhail softly chuckles at me while saying as equally as softly; "You know we will love or son no matter what; hell any future child we may have no matter what."

"I know but I don't want blindness for them or anyone else; it's hard living like this when you're unable to know what your loved ones look like or what anything actually looks like. I have images in my mind what people and things look like but I will never know if I'm right or not."

"I can respect this baby boy but I truly believe you have a unique view on the world and what you see in your mind is beautiful."

Sniffling at his words as Nikko lets out a soft whimper before he belts out a full on cry; gently bouncing our son in my arms, softly shushing him as I check to see if he has a dirty nappy.

"Can you hand me a diaper, wipes and the changing pad please?" I ask Mikhail as I scoot Nikko and I forward on the bed.

"Of course love," he says climbing out from behind me to do as I ask; handing me the requested items a few seconds later so I can swiftly change his soiled diaper; I've grown very well at changing Nikko's diapers. Picking Nikolay back into my arms, laying him across my bare chest, his little head held against my shoulder and his diaper bottom with my other; humming softly to him since I can hear him yawing.

"He's sleeping love," Misha whispers as he caresses my cheek softly. "Let me take him to his crib and I'll be right back."

Nikko's warm little body is lifted from my chest causing me to pout harshly; climbing off the bed to dispose of the soiled diaper and wash my hands in the bathroom in our room as Mikhail returns a few minutes later.

"Kai, come here," his deep voice commands from inside our room.

Entering our room with a frown of confusion; "Is something wrong, Misha?"

"Yeah, you have too many clothes on," he growls in my ear causing me to shiver violently with desire.

We haven't made love in two months; since the month before Nikolay was born since I was too uncomfortable and huge for us to make love. Mikhail brushes his huge warm calloused hands from my bare shoulders gently brushing over my swollen nipples; a moan escaping my lips at the contact.

His lips gently brush mine as he whispers against mine; "YOU make the sexiest noises baby boy at the lightest of touches."

Reaching forward to grab a hold of his shirt, sliding my hands underneath the material, making my way up his rock hard eight-pack abs; drawing his shirt up along the way, pausing in our kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head and tossing it over my shoulder. Reattaching our lips harshly as he palms me through the thin material of the pajama pants; he earns himself another low moan as I thrust my hips forward against his hand.

Misha slips his hand down into the waistband of my pants and underwear to take my swelling dick in his large hand; giving it one hard stroke before removing his hand; earning a whimper from me at the loss of contact. He sweeps me into his arms, carrying me bridal style to the bed where he places me on my back against the mattress and my head on the pillow; swiftly removing my bottoms and underwear in one swift move. Mikhail doesn't waste any time as his warm wet mouth wraps around my cock, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucks harshly as if he's trying to suck my very soul from my body.

"Misha!" I holler as he thrusts two of his thick calloused fingers into my fluttering hole as he continues to suck and lick my leaking cock.

Moaning lowly as he thrusts a third finger inside me as he continues to scissor me open to take his monster dick; meeting him thrust for thrust as if my hips have a mind of their own. Mikhail pulls off my weeping member with a pop as he pulls his fingers from me; causing me to whine at the loss of stimulation.

"I've got you my love," he whispers in my ear, tracing the shell of it with the tip of his tongue as he opens a bottle of lube.

Watching him in heated anticipation as he palms a handful of lube onto his rock hard cock moaning at his own contact before he aligns himself at my awaiting hole that is twitching in anticipation; with one swift thrust of his hips, Misha has his full ten inches of his cock inside me fully, both of us moaning loudly. Misha continues his slow teasing thrusts as he leans down capturing my lips with his lips and effectively swallowing my moans into his luscious mouth.

As Misha's thrusts quicken so do my moans and writhing under my fucking (yes pun intended) hot and sexy fiancé; he asked me to marry him two months ago; arching my back and throwing my head back into the pillow under me as I wrap my legs around his muscular waist and locking my ankles together; Misha's lowly growls at my actions, taking my weeping member into his huge calloused hand; pumping me in time with his rapid thrusts and constantly hitting my prostate.

"Misha!" I holler, the only warning I give before cumming all over his hand and my stomach and chest.

"Kai," Misha grunts as he cums inside of me hot and fast; his pulsing cock twitching inside me as he fills me completely.

He falls forward slightly, holding himself up on his forearms so he doesn't crush me; which I wouldn't care if he did as he gently pulls out of my still quivering hole. "I love you, Kai James," he whispers pecking my lips softly.

"Love you more," I sigh happily as he brings me into his embrace, wrapping me in his arms and legs around me; effectively lulling me into a peaceful slumber.

Life is crazy and hectic but works out fantastically, regardless of any bumps along the way I've encountered.