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Standing in a pair of faded jeans and a gray T-shirt with bare feet, I feel my stomach clench at the sight of him. Even after all this time, the knowledge that this man is mine makes me catch my breath.
I park and climb out, finding myself pinned to the side of the car a second later with Valen’s hands in my hair and his hard body pressed against mine.
“Fuck, I missed you.” He kisses me like he hasn’t seen me in forever, when it’s only been a week.
“I missed you too. How did things go in Japan?”
“Good for once. Everything went smoothly, but I’ve decided that’s the last trip I’m taking without you guys.”
I want to argue, but I don’t. I’ve missed him too much. He doesn’t travel for work often, but when he does, I sleep like shit and mope around like a sad sack. The independent woman inme rolls her eyes at how co-dependent we are. Well, tough shit. We’re each other’s everything. Always have been, always will be.
“How was our boy?”
“Really good, actually. He loves the woods as much as he loves the beach. We camped one night, went fishing, took bikes out on a nature trail...” I drift off when his smile falls.
“We can go again, the three of us.”
“Promise?”
“Of course. I didn’t want to go without you, but being here when you’re gone kills me, and it’s not fair to Casper having to deal with my grumpy butt.”
He cups my ass and chuckles. “I happen to love your grumpy butt.”
I smile and tug his T-shirt so he bends down. I kiss him softly, pouring all my love into it.
When he pulls back, his eyes stare into mine like I’m the only girl in the world, and to Valen, I am. Since the first time he crawled through that vent and laid down beside me, I’ve been his, and he’s been mine.
“Let’s go inside. I’ll grab Casper. You get the dogs, and I’ll send someone out to bring the bags in.”
“Works for me.”
He walks around to open the rear passenger door and gently eases our sleeping son from his car seat. And I watch as my ovaries swoon like extras in a Jane Austen movie.
He tucks Casper against his chest and looks back at me as if he can feel my eyes on him. I bite my lip, unable to say what I want without choking up, but he knows how I feel. He winks at me and heads back into the house.
I let the dogs out and close the door while keeping my eyes on my happy ending. With a smile, I do a little tap dance, hoping our tormentors can hear me in hell.
I hope they know that the people they hurt are strong despite them. We fused our broken pieces to each other and came out stronger. They shook up our lives like it was nothing more than a snow globe.
And yet here we are, proof that even ghosts get happily endings.
And I hope our happiness haunts those fuckers for eternity.
