Epilogue 2
TO THE TREE FARM
Luke
Later that night.
T he reception is winding down, and I can barely contain my excitement as I watch my wife— my wife —accept final congratulations from our guests. She looks radiant in her wedding dress, the lights from our winter wonderland catching in her hair and making her look like an absolute goddess.
Mrs. Seraphina Morrison.
I've been waiting for this moment all night—hell, I've been waiting for this moment for months.
Ever since I started planning the Christmas tree farm, I've been dying to show it to her.
The wedding was perfect, absolutely everything I hoped it would be, but this.
.. this is what I'm really excited about.
My wedding gift to her.
The next chapter in our story.
The next world I've built for us to explore together.
She catches my eye across the reception tent and smiles that radiant smile that made me fall in love with her in the first place.
I crook my finger at her, and she excuses herself from the conversation she's having with my aunt, making her way over to me with that graceful walk that always makes my heart skip.
"Hello, husband," she says when she reaches me, standing on her toes to press a soft kiss to my lips.
Husband.
I'm never going to get tired of hearing that.
"Hello, wife ," I reply, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Ready for your wedding present?"
Her eyes light up with curiosity and excitement. "You got me a wedding present? Luke, the winter wonderland wedding was already more than enough."
Oh, baby. You have no idea what I’ve done.
"The wedding was just the beginning," I tell her, taking her hand and leading her toward the edge of the reception tent. "I have something to show you."
"Luke Morrison," she says, using that tone that means she's both exasperated and charmed by me. "What did you do now?"
Built you another world. Created another adventure for us to share. Spent the last several months designing the perfect Christmas surprise.
"You'll see," I say, helping her into the warm winter coat I had specially made to go over her wedding dress. "But we need to take a little walk first."
She looks at me suspiciously but doesn't protest as I lead her away from the reception tent and toward the tree line. Snow is falling gently around us, creating a perfect winter wonderland atmosphere that makes everything feel magical and surreal.
Perfect timing, as always.
Even Mother Nature is cooperating with my plans tonight.
"Luke, where are we going?" Seraphina asks as we enter the forest, our footsteps crunching softly in the snow. "My dress is going to get ruined."
"Trust me," I say, squeezing her hand gently. "Your dress is going to be ruined by the time I’m done with you."
The thought goes straight to my cock, making it strain against my tux pants.
The forest is beautiful in the moonlight, the snow-covered branches creating a canopy of white lace above our heads. I've walked this path dozens of times over the past few months, supervising the construction, checking every detail, making sure everything would be perfect for this moment.
For her.
It's always for her.
"This is beautiful," Seraphina says, her breath creating small puffs of steam in the cold air. "But Luke, seriously, what's going on?"
"Do you remember what you said to me last Christmas?" I ask instead of answering directly. "About how you'd always wanted to get lost in a Christmas tree farm? About how romantic it would be to walk through rows of evergreens under the stars?"
She stops walking, turning to stare at me with wide eyes. "Luke. You didn't."
I did.
I absolutely did.
"I might have," I say with a grin, continuing to lead her through the forest. "We're almost there."
The excitement is practically vibrating through me now. I can see the glow through the trees up ahead—the thousands of lights I had installed throughout the tree farm, the magical candyland atmosphere I spent months creating.
She's going to love it.
"Luke, you are completely insane," Seraphina says, but she's laughing as she says it. "What am I going to do with you?"
Love me forever.
Say yes to whatever adventure I plan next.
"Love me forever?" I suggest, bringing her hand to my lips to press a kiss to her wedding ring.
"Always," she says without hesitation. "But Luke, if you've actually built me a Christmas tree farm?—"
"Built, bought, and transformed into something absolutely surreal," I confirm, unable to keep the pride out of my voice. "Just wait until you see what I've done with it. You loved being chased through the pumpkin patch, so I figured you’d love being fucked in a Christmas tree farm just as much."
We're almost there now. I can see the edge of the forest just ahead, and I can see the first hints of the wonderland I've created for her. My heart is pounding with anticipation and nerves and the same excitement I felt the night I proposed.
We reach the tree line, and I pause for a moment, savoring this last second before we begin the next fantasy.
"Ready?" I ask, though I'm not sure who I'm asking—her or myself.
She nods, her eyes bright with excitement and trust and love.
Here we go.
We step out of the forest together, and Seraphina gasps, bringing her hands to cover her mouth.
Stretched out before us is the most magical Christmas tree farm imaginable.
Thousands of evergreen trees arranged in perfect rows, each one wrapped in twinkling lights that create rivers of gold and silver and rainbow colors flowing through the snow.
Candy cane-striped posts mark the pathways between the rows, and scattered throughout the farm are elaborate gingerbread houses, candy sculptures, and winter decorations that make the whole place look like something out of a dream.
A magical candyland mixed with a Christmas tree farm.
They say money can’t buy happiness… But money can buy this…
"Oh my God," Seraphina breathes, her eyes shooting back to me. "Luke, this is... how did you... when did you..."
I wrap my arms around her from behind as we stand at the edge of our next adventure. "The same team that built the pumpkin patch maze and the winter wonderland designed this. It's twenty acres of Christmas magic, just for us."
She leans back against my chest, and I can feel her trembling with excitement. "You built me a Christmas tree farm."
"I built us a Christmas tree farm," I correct. "Our next playground. Our next adventure."
"Luke Morrison," she says, turning in my arms to look at me with tears of joy in her eyes. "I love you so much it actually hurts sometimes."
"I love you too," I tell her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "More than words can say."
But I'm going to keep trying.
I'm going to keep building her worlds and making her dreams come true for the rest of our lives.
She looks back at the magical candyland I've created for her, at the thousands of twinkling lights and the snow-covered wonderland stretching out before us.
"So," she says, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "What exactly did you have in mind for our first adventure in the tree farm?"
Oh, baby. Let me show you.
I take her hand and start leading her toward our newest playground.