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I was on the couch watching a movie with Evie and Laney the other night when I realized that. Immediately, a song popped into my head and I pictured us standing here, dancing in the place that only lives again because of her.
“I’ll always dance with you, Ghost.”
Cleaning this place and transforming it wasn’t something I could entrust to anyone else. So, anytime the others were busy, I worked here to make it perfect for me and her, and eventually Damien.
Evie offers her hand to me, and I pull her into the center of the room just as John Legend begins to sing “Nervous”. Evie’s arms wrap around my neck as I begin swaying with her to the melody of the music, spinning her when it gets to the chorus. That’s when I start to sing. Her mouth drops open as I match his tenor.
The arts have always been my passion, but it’s always been something I was never allowed to express. When I remembered John Legend's famous chorus, I knew I wanted to sing it for her. I practiced it at least a thousand times as I cleaned this place up.
So when I pull her into me and tears fill her eyes, so full of joy I could actually fucking fly right now, I have to admit it was all worth it just to see her like this. I sing along with John and hold my wife close.
She grips me so tight, and I know this moment will be one I never forget as long as we live. This is the woman who saved me. She didn’t just give me the freedom to be myself, she demanded I let the world see who I am. I have never been more thankful for that. Because of her, I have Damien, this life, this family. Because of her, I have everything I could have ever dreamed of.
When the song ends and I pull the curtain from a piece I have been working on for months, I know I’ve finally returned something that she gave me.
On the canvas is my bride, walking down the aisle—the queen of hell, anarchy, and everything in between. Her dress drips blood down onto another scene, the three of us below her, waiting for her at the altar.
Our queen.
“Happy birthday, Lucky Charm.”
This morning, Damien took her out for breakfast at a new place in the city, and Alexi brought her to take down a target this afternoon. I have no idea what happened, just that they came back to the house covered in blood.
Typically, we would all celebrate together, but we had little things we wanted to give her today. I wanted to show her this place, Alexi wanted to show her his new ink for her on his ribs, and Damien wanted to make a scene and clear out a restaurant just so he could fuck her in the middle of it.
Evie looks at me, tears streaming down her face as she takes everything in. I smile proudly. Getting back into painting has been such a stress reliever for me. Tattooing was great, but I didn’t get to use all of my creativity with it, not like I can with a canvas.
I know my role with her is the romantic one, so when I deliver on that, it makes me feel proud.
She runs into my arms. “Please tell me we can hang this in our room.”
I laugh. “The room is getting pretty full. What if we add it to the living room in our new house? I was thinking, if you’d let me, I could paint something for your parents too.”
Eyes as gray as storm clouds meet mine. “I would love that.”
My arms wrap around her, pulling her close as the music continues to play. We sway back and forth until her lips meet mine, and heat sparks to life between us.
“I might have one more surprise,” I say, breaking our kiss. Walking over to the side of the room, I take down an unstretched canvas and lay it out on the floor of my studio while pulling out a cart full of paints.
“What’s this?” she asks.
“I thought we would need to work on making some art together for the new place. So, Lucky Charm.” I walk her to the canvas and gesture for her to lift her arms as I remove her shirt and then her sports bra. She thought we were going for a run, but I have other types of cardio planned.
Her nipples pebble and I can’t help but lean in and suck one into my mouth. She groans as her fingers thread into my hair.
“Ghost,” she whispers as I move up her neck.
“Lay back while I paint you,” I whisper. “Then I’m going to fuck you while we make a mess of this canvas. I want to hang it where everyone can see, and I want your face to turn red every time anyone asks about it.”
Just like now, she blushes the perfect shade of red for me as she bites her lip.
“If you get to paint me, then I want to paint you.”
I tear off my shirt. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
I get on my knees, removing her pants and baring all of her flesh to me. She’s the most beautiful canvas. I love tattooing her, but my paint covering her skin is different. The way the brush glides over her flesh is so different from a tattoo gun. It’s smooth and refreshing. It doesn’t bring pain, only pleasure.
And that’s what I want to give her.Pure pleasure.
