Royally Kidnapped by the Prince

Epilogue

THAYER

Three years later…

It was my wife’s birthday today. After our last public engagement this week, I planned to take her to our

private property in the Caribbean.

The sun shone overhead. Her skin glistened as she basked the beach in warmth.

I still couldn’t get enough of her after all these years of happy marriage. I still got the same reaction as

if the first time I saw her every time I came home from work.

She was busy with her work as the people’s Duchess, Princess Kennedy, but she never neglected to

take care of me, even during our hectic days. She still made me feel loved.

“Stop staring at me.” She was lying on the small blanket splayed on the sand only in a two-piece bikini.

A wicked grin touched my lips. “Why not? When I got the most precious prize.”

I could feel her rolling her eyes beneath the sunglasses. “Oh, my God, babe. Can’t you think of another

pickup line?”

“Aren’t you feeling hot? You might get sunburn. Let’s get inside, darling.”

She took off her sunglasses. Her brow shot up. “No. Not again. Not until tonight.”

I chucked. “But we’ll fuck tonight until morning.” This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

She laughed out loud. “Considering the works waiting for us in Triberis, I might consider that.

A light gust of wind whipped her hair around her face. I drew deep the salty smell of the ocean. I laid

next to her, held her hand, and planted it to my lips. “I love you, Kennedy.”

“I love you.”

“We’re still considering another baby, right?” Since our baby prince just turned two years old last

month, I thought of a baby princess.

“I know now why you take me on vacation. You want something from me.”

I turned to look at her. Her eyes filled with humor. “A man could dream that you might say yes.”

She just stared at me—really stared at me for a whole damn minute without a word.

“I love you, darling. I didn’t take you here to knock you up. It’s your birthday, and we were buried with

work since January. I thought you need a break. That’s all. No hidden agenda. I promise.”

“I know. And if I remember it correctly. We’ve talked about another baby once. Three months ago, I

think.”

“If you’re not ready. It’s all right. We’re still young. And we have our young prince already.” I leaned over

to kiss her on the lips. “Maybe we can make love here tonight.”

“Not a bad idea, but remember when we went out on a yacht? Who knows there might be a drone we

can’t see.”

“This is private property, darling.”

“But you can’t take the risk. And so do I. I’d love to keep your good ass to myself, not to the public.”

I barked out laughing. “You really have an ass fetish, haven’t you?”

“That ass? Is to die for, babe.” She winked at me. Damn it, if she did that, it sent throb to my cock.

“Damn it, My Duchess.” I pulled her into my arms. “Feel this?” My cock was already straining against

my shorts.

“Tonight, Thayer. We’ll wait until our little prince is sleeping.” Despite our constant traveling schedules

for our engagements, Kennedy was hands-on when it came to our child. That was what I loved most

about her.

“Fine.” I raised my hand in a surrendering gesture. “Tonight it is.”

“Mama!” That sweet melodic voice interrupted us. We sat and watched our bundle of joy as he ran

towards us. His nanny was following behind him.

“My sweet boy.” I lifted him and pulled him into my arms. I kissed him in the head. He was a gift of our

love. He made us whole and made our dreams come true. “You miss us already.”

“Dada.” He grinned, showing us his tiny teeth. His Green eyes shone in delight. He also got his dark

hair from me. The rest, from his mother.

“See? He also calls you.” Kennedy kissed him on his round pinkish cheek.

I taught him many times to call me daddy. Sometimes I got jealous, especially when I and Kennedy our

together. He was stuck up with mama.

I got all the attention when I was a kid, still, I felt envious, but then, this was our child—our world.

He went to his mother to wrap his arms around Kennedy’s neck before he ran back to his nanny.

“Bye, my love!”

He waved his tiny hand as he walked away. I glanced back to my wife with a huge smile on her face.

Our child made her happiest.

I still remembered when she told me she was pregnant. We didn’t talk about growing a family at that

time. She cried so hard, scared that her pregnancy would change our lives and my feelings for her. She

didn’t have any idea that I’d been planning to impregnate her all those months. Even before we got

married.

“Penny for the thoughts?”

“I remember when you told me you were pregnant.”

She snorted. “You sabotage my pills, asshole.”

“I know it was an ass move, but I’d apologized to you and took you to visit your parents. I also invited

your favorite singer on your birthday.”

“I was so scared.” She rounded her eyes at me.

“I’m so sorry. What I did to you was wrong. Actually, if I’m being honest, I’m not sorry for knocking you

up. I am only sorry for not telling you.”

“It’s all right. You gave me the priceless gift, babe.” She wrapped her arms around my waist. “I love you

so much for that.”

“I love you, too, darling.”

“So, here’s what I think. Since we already have Prince Caeden, named after the King’s second name. I

was thinking of Princess Aaliyah, your mother’s second name. Do you think she will give us her

blessings? Princess Aaliyah Aleksiea.”

“Aleksiea, came from my third name?”

“Yeah. What do you think, You Highness?”

“Wait.” My heart just stopped. I turned to face her. We stared at each other for a few seconds. A slow

smile started to build on her lips. Holy shit! “Darling?”

“Babe?” She then flashed a print of the ultrasound to my face.

“Fuck me.” I laughed. “How far are we? Wait a sec. Allow me to process and rejoice.” I laughed out

loud and pulled her to me. She straddled into me, her legs snaked around my waist. I wrapped my

arms around her and hugged her tightly.

“I love you, babe. This is the best birthday gift you’ve ever given me.”

“That’s another best gift you gave me, My Duchess. I love you.” I pulled away and looked at her before

I kissed her so hard. She responded right away, kissing me with the same intensity.

When we broke apart, we were still smiling. “Princess Aaliyah Aleksiea is perfect.”

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