Epilogue: Babies Ever After

Lois fidgeted in her tuxedo. After four months, she was getting used to dressing with a cock, but the bowtie was giving her trouble. Eventually, Lucy Lane got tired and wandered over to give her a hand.

"Let me do it," the younger Lane commanded, slapping her sister's hands away. With a sigh, Lois submitted, standing there and feeling like an idiot.

"Getting cold feet?" Lucy joked. "You don't have to go through with it, you know. I'm sure that Angie doesn't care whether or not the two of you are married. Neither do dad and I, as long as you're happy."

"I care," Lois sighed. "Plus, there are the kids to think about. Tax breaks, insurance, last names...it'll simplify a lot of things."

Lucy finished the bow tie. "But do you love her?"

Lois winced. It was the question.

"I fucked her," she licked her lips. "She's pregnant. With quadruplets. I have to take responsibility."

"Oh, and you're Superman, here to swoop in and save the damsel in distress? I hate to tell you big sis, but Angelica Blaze doesn't need saving from anybody except maybe herself." Lucy fetched out her makeup case. "And you know this isn't going to last if you're just doing it for the kids, right? That's the sort of thing horny teenagers say when they get knocked up after prom."

The reporter blushed. Lucy was right...but it was hard to admit, even to herself. "I like her. I like...being with her. I know how we met wasn't...traditional..."

"One day you have to give me all the sordid details about that poker game," Lucy grinned, patting a bit of rouge into her sister's cheeks.

"...but she just seemed so...lost." Lucy fidgeted with the crotch of her pants.

"And sexy!" Lucy said with a smile. "I've seen how you react to that baby belly. I never would have figured you for a preggo fetish."

"It's not that!" Lois insisted. "It's just...her." The reporter could feel herself blushing a little.

"You do love her." Lucy smirked.

"I...yeah," Lois admitted. "I mean at first, it was just...responsibility, convenience...she didn't have anywhere safe to stay and she still feels...indebted to me. It just made sense to have her move in with me, so I could get her to her appointments and make her eat right and...and we had our little arguments..."

"I heard about the one with the toothbrush. That was some serious reevaluate-the-relationship stuff right there." Lucy put the makeup case away and checked the time on her phone. "Almost time. Are you ready?"

"Yes," Lois said, a little surprised at how easily it came out. "Yes, I am."

"Then let's do this!"

They left the courthouse bathroom. The Justice of the Peace was standing there, a kindly grey-haired old man whose pale brown eyes had seen couples of every size, shape and color stand before him and join hands. Even so, Lois had insisted Angelica retain her human form for the duration of the ceremony.

Blaze was there too—in the white dress that she had insisted she would wear, even though her tummy was clearly visible, and the neckline was cut very low, revealing an amazing amount of cleavage. Pregnancy was doing wonders to those tits, which threatened to burst out at any moment.

The crowd was small: Perry, Jimmy, and Clark from work; Lucy and her father. Blaze had not chosen to have any family present, but had invited the Marvel family: two big-shouldered men in suits that introduced themselves as Billy and Adam, the young man Freddie, and a younger woman that had been introduced as Mary—who had immediately attached herself to Lucy and begun conspiring on how much bridesmaiding they could do for a civil ceremony.

"Friends and family," the old man began. "We are here today to bear witness to the civil union of Lois Lane and Angelica Blaze..."

Lois' heart thundered inside her chest. Butterflies fluttered through her stomach. The old man's words washed over her, the responses came out of her lips almost automatically. Then something warm and familiar gripped her hand, cold metal against her finger, and she looked over to see that half-smile on Angelica's face...

My wife's face, Lois felt her heart in her throat. Someone in the office sniffled. Lois was pretty sure that was Clark. He seemed like the type to cry at weddings.

Angelica leaned in for the kiss, and just before their lips wet she whispered. "I hope you have enough stamina for tonight...wife." And then their lips met.

It was not a chaste kiss. Their tongues swirled together in a familiar tango, lips mashing together, sharing one hot breath. Blaze pressed herself against her wife's body, the hard dome of her belly, four months pregnant with four babies pressing into Lois' abdomen and against her crotch, those fantastic tits, squishing warmly against the reporter's own. Lois could feel her erection, instantly hard, throbbing against her thigh—and she knew that her wife could feel it.

When Lois finally came up for air, Blaze's teeth playfully pulling at her wife's lower lip, the small crowd were all blushing or looking at the ceiling. Lois coughed.

"Th-thank you all for coming," she stammered, unable to keep a stupid smile off her face.