Sweeter Than Fiction

44. Epilogue

Don

“Idon’t think I can do this,” Abby says in a panic.

“You’re fine,” I assure her. “Everything is going to be okay.”

“No. This is a massive step, and I just don’t think I’m ready.”

“Baby, look at me. You’ve got this. It’s going to be okay.”

“How do you know?” she asks. “How can you possibly know that?”

“Because I’m not going to let anything bad happen. You know I’ve got you…no matter what.”

She gives a small nod.

I tell her, “Now, put the car in drive.”

Never did I think that teaching her how to drive would be a bigger deal than asking Abby to move in with me. That took far less convincing than this. When I first suggested it, she was much more open to the idea, but now that we are actually in the car, she’s freaking out.

I figured that our trip back to Nebraska for a late Christmas would be the perfect opportunity to teach her especially since there’s no snow. Learning on quiet Nebraska country roads is easier than crowded New York City.

“Okay, now, slowly let your foot off the brake.”

She releases too fast, and when the car moves forward, she immediately slams on the brake again.

“Alright, slower this time,” I instruct her.

She does it, and we start slowly moving down the street.

“Okay, now, give it a little bit of gas.”

“Are you sure? It feels like we are already moving at the speed of light.”

She’s still adorable.

We had to push back our trip home for Christmas because Abby ended up having a hysterectomy. Although she felt pretty good afterward, I insisted that she take it easy for a couple of weeks. There was no way I was going to have her flying immediately after the surgery.

I offered to have us skip coming back altogether since we were in the middle of packing for our big move, but Abby insisted that we come. She said she wasn’t about to let down my mom, Jill, or Kaylee. So, we made the trip back for a long weekend.

Although I still haven’t popped the question, we’ve talked about it more. We’ve talked a lot more about our future. I think after we do eventually tie the knot, adoption may be in the cards for us.

But that’s a little further down the road. Right now, I’m completely fine with spending every spare second with her and fucking every chance we get.

And I do mean every chance we get.

Abby found her little sex kitten alter-ego and is seducing me every chance she gets. Oh, who am I kidding? She doesn’t need to seduce me. When it comes to her, I’m ready to go at any time.

I can barely stand waiting until we get into our new apartment so that I can fuck her in front of those big windows as often as I’d like.

Speaking of that lovely apartment, she about shit herself when I told her I’d gotten us one of those gorgeous places to live. She was convinced there was no way we could possibly afford it. But between both of our salaries and the giant break on the rent that the owner is cutting me, we can swing it.

A couple years ago, I never would have imagined my life would have ended up here, but I’m sure as shit glad that it did. I am happier than ever, and I have the best girl in the world by my side. We are going to take on the world together.

She’s my everything. She tells me all the time that I’m her real-life book boyfriend, but I think I’m the lucky one in the deal.

She’s made my life more amazing than any romance book.

And I plan on spending the rest of my days making sure her life is just as sweet.

The End…for now.

I’m not quite sure we’ve seen the last of Don and Abby