I could tell he came—thewhole worldcould tell when he came—because he groaned out loud enough to scare all the bears right off the mountain, his cock buried in me as deep as it could get.
Then he let out a series of panting breaths and carried me to the bed, where we both collapsed in a heap.
“That was…” he growled out.
“Itwas.” I finished for him, a fairy-tale lilt in my voice.
I’d just found my Prince Charming, and he wasnevergetting away from me again.
Epilogue
Poppy
Twelve years later.
“And that’s how Mom and Dad fell in love.”
I’d just finished telling our daughter Margaret about the fateful Christmas when Corbin and I had met. Although she got the PG-13 version of events.
Our son Tommy rolled his eyes. “That’s mushy stuff, Mom. No one wants to hear that.”
“I did!” Margaret said.
Our other son, Liam, came rolling by. He’d gotten a pair of old Heelys for Christmas, and he’d been rolling all around the house ever since. “Tommy’s right. We shouldn’t have to hear that kind of thing on Christmas morning. I’m going to puke now.”
Tommy nodded. “I’mneverfalling in love. Girls are gross.”
Margaret crossed her arms over her chest. “Girls arenotgross. You’re gross.”
That set off a debate that had lasted the ages. I imagined generations of kids saying the same thing, never knowing that love would find them after they’d grown up.
Corbin tugged me into his arms. We were sitting on the old couch that had been here when Corbin was a kid. The one that had once been home to a family of mice. We’d paid to have it reupholstered using some of the fabric from his mom’s old stash, and we’d had all the filling replaced, too.
We still owned the hunting cabin, but we’d moved into the farmhouse as soon as Corbin had finished the renovations for it.
That was right before Liam had come along.
All three of our babies had only ever knownthisplace.
We’d given them the roots we’d both been looking for.
Their lives were stable and full of love, even if our bank accounts were a little thin at times.
But not as thin as theyhadbeen.
After we got together, Corbin went to work for Davis at his construction company. Between my teacher’s aide salary and his paycheck from Davis, we were doing all right financially.
Which was good since we had three kids to pay for. They were like hungry gremlins.
I gave Corbin a special look. He knew exactly what it meant.
Then I said, “Kids, I left Daddy’s present upstairs. Y’all want to get Christmas breakfast ready and we’ll be back downstairs in a few minutes?”
Margaret led the charge. “I’m making the Santa waffles!”
Tommy, who always followed her lead, said, “I’ll mix the batter.”
Liam, who couldn’t care less about the kitchen, kept skating around the house. “I’ll eat what you make.” He was the oldest,and he was feeling out his independence at the ripe old age of eleven.
