It’s a typical Christmas morning. Full of music, gift exchanges—Mom even had one for Killian. The paper is a little worn and the ribbon crumpled, which made me wonder how long she’d been expecting him to spend a Christmas with us again—and so many cinnamon rolls the sugar high I get makes the time fly by. Before I know it, it’s late afternoon and, though I’m still technically jobless and homeless, I’m not without love and that makes me the happiest I’ve been in years.
“Thank you,” I tell Killian after my mom trotted off to the kitchen to cook something even though there’s a slew of leftovers from last night and my dad disappeared to his study for a nap, I’m sure, even though he said he had work to do.
“For what?”
We had been snuggling on the couch. watching the Christmas tree spin in the corner, but I sit up so I can look him in the eyes. Leave no room for him to wonder if I mean it when I answer,
“Everything.” I sigh leaning into Killian’s hand as he palms my cheek and threads his fingers into my hair. “For being you. I always could count on you to cheer me up whenever I made a mess of things. Oh, Killian, I really made a mess of things when I broke up with you.”
There. I finally said it. It hurts but it’s also a relief.
“That’s not on you. I could’ve fought you on it. I should have. These last ten years are all on me.” His eyes searching mine, Killian pets my cheekbone with his thumb and it’s obvious he wants to say something else but he doesn’t. Instead, he lunges, crushing his lips to mine.
Finally, when he breaks away, he says, “I haven’t said it yet. Fuck, how have I not said it yet? I love you, Aimee. I never stopped loving you. You’re my everything. After everything we’ve done this weekend, I know my life is incomplete without you in it.”
My eyes begin to well with tears and it’s hard to swallow listening to his confession because… “I feel the same way, Killian. I love you too. So very much. I hate that we’ve wasted so much time we could have been together. I love you.”
Killian smiles, holding my face in both of his big, callused hands now, our foreheads pressed together. “I’ve lived with the regret of letting you go for far too long. So long, I worried when we saw each other again, you wouldn’t want anything to do with me anymore. I meant it, Aimz. You’re mine. I won’t let you go again. Hell, I’ll hunt you down if ever try to get away from me.”
A tear streaks my cheek and he swipes it away with his thumb. “You won’t have to,” I tell him. “I meant what I said too. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good.” Killian’s breath shudders as he sighs deeply like he’s nervous. It’s clear why as soon as he drops to one knee in front of me. With a length of ribbon I watched him fiddle with for over an hour and I see now he’s fashioned it into a ring, he asks, “Amy Renee Burris, will you marry me?”
“Yes,” I say immediately as I throw myself at him with such force he falls back and we both tumble to the floor.
“You sure you don’t want to think about it?” he jokes, poking my ribs, making me squirm. I’d hoped he’d forgotten all my ticklish spots but I’m kind of glad that he hasn’t.
“No isn’t an option. There’s no way I’m not letting you get away from me either.”
Holding a fistful of my hair behind my head, Killian pulls my mouth down on his. Our breath and tongues tangle. He must forget that we’re in my parents’ living room because he rolls us over, putting me on my back and holding me down with my wrists pinned beside my head.
“It’s getting awful late,” he says with a crooked smile because we both know it’s not. We haven’t even had dinner yet. “About time we head home.”
“Shouldn’t we tell my parents the news?”
“It can wait until you have a proper ring.”
“I like this one,” I pout wiggling the fingers of my left hand. The ribbon slides around my ring finger. “Anyway, aren’t you the one who told me not to tell them things before they find out from someone else?”
“Alright then. We’ll stay for dinner and give them the news but as soon as you finish your dessert, I’m taking you home to have mine.” He pumps his eyebrows and licks his lips suggestively.
I gladly agree holding my hand up for him to shake it and say, “Deal.”
EPILOGUE
5 YEARS LATER
Killian
It’s hard to believe it’s been five years already, married to the woman of my dreams, and that we have two amazing boys, Collin and Dean. Little rascals will be up before the sun this Christmas morning. These few minutes are all the peace and quiet my Aimee and I are going to get until the boys pass out from the sugar-filled fun.
“Fuck baby, you’re already soaked,” I say dragging my fingers through her slit. Barely awake, she arches, slipping my dick between her ass cheeks as I play with her clit.
She hasn’t found her words yet this morning and settles for moaning, “Mmhm.”
I pull her leg back and over mine to open her up and give me all the access I need to please her, starting with my cock buried in her wet pussy.
“You like waking up to my dick inside you, don’t you, baby?”
