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Marrying him on the Wild Lake dock in front of our family and friends. Buying our first house together. Pregnancy and the birth of the twins (and his second vasectomy shortly thereafter). The hectic newborn months. The horrendous toddler era. Picture days and sick days. Tantrums and cuddles and a thousand small, perfect moments.
Damien’s high school years. His first girlfriend, first breakup. Varsity soccer and two fender benders. Watching him grow into a funny, confident man. His long-distance friendship with Daphne blossoming into love when they attended the same college. Birthdays and anniversaries and holidays. Monthly potlucks with the Torres family.
The loss of Lucas’s mother when, after almost three years sober, she started drinking again and eventually died of complications due to alcoholism. The near-loss of my dad after a massive heart attack two years ago. He’s doing well now. My parents still live in the house I grew up in. A new family lives next door.
So much life, all on top of running Camp Wild Lake, which has brought both incredible stress and unimaginable contentment. We are officially one of the most well-known and coveted summer programs in the Western United States.
All of it, everything, we’ve done together.
I gasp as he begins to rock against me, creating perfect friction inside and out.
“I love you, Lucas,” I whisper into his mouth.
He shudders, his forehead dropping to mine. “Never gets old. I love you, too. Always and forever.”
He shows me the truth of his words in how well he knows what I need, the exact rhythm and motion that makes me fall apart, the deep, consuming kisses that melt my heart. I clutch him tightly, riding out the waves of bliss as he groans and finds his own release.
We lie in a sweaty heap until our heart rates return to normal. Then he leaps from the bed. Laughing like an evil villain, he sprints into the bathroom and cranks on the shower.
“I’m the winner!”
Instantly irate, I scramble off the bed and stalk into the bathroom. “No way! You conceded!”
He grins at me from beneath a shower spray that can’t possibly be hot yet. “You said ‘first one in the shower wins.’ Therefore, I’ve won. Plus, I had my fingers crossed earlier.”
“You…” I sputter, then sigh. “Dammit.”
“How about we both say it?” He holds out his pinkie finger, eyebrows raised expectantly.
I bite my lip, then give in to the urge to smile. Linking my pinkie with his, I step into the shower.
“Deal.”
An hour later, standing on the stage in the Lodge in front of a hundred and twenty kids, counselors, and staff, Lucas and I step forward and say the words that mean more to us than anyone here knows.
“Welcome to Camp Wild Lake!”
The End
