Unlikely You (Sapph in the City #5)

Epilogue

Honey

“You’re doing so good. Just stay calm.”

Bren’s face was pale under the veil, but she was doing everything I’d asked her to as she carefully carved the honeycomb from the frame.

It had been a few weeks since we’d first started dating and I couldn’t imagine being happier. We had fit ourselves into each other’s life and made space, and sometimes it was a tight fit, but we worked. Somehow, we worked.

“Okay,” Bren said, setting down the knife and sliding the frame back into the hive and backing away slowly with the bucket of comb we’d already harvested.

She put the bucket on the ground and grinned at me. “I did it!”

“You did!” Bren flung her arms around me and we danced next to the hives.

“God, you two are dorks,” Ember grumbled on her way to the chicken coop. I’d sat my siblings down and had a little chat with them about helping around the farm and that I’d be doing less. They’d agreed to step up and do more, and so far, they’d been carrying more of the load.

In addition to helping with my business, I’d also had some ideas for Bren on how to outsource some of her tasks. She was still a complete and total control freak, but she was getting better. I always reminded her that the less time she had to spend on boring tasks, the more time we could be having mind-blowing sex.

The sex was still mind-blowing, which was a surprise and a delight. Bren and I were both adventurous and willing to try new things. There was an ease with her that I hadn’t had with other partners, and she would have said the same thing. Sometimes she couldn’t climax, no matter what we tried, but that was just the nature of sex. Sometimes you couldn’t get there and that didn’t mean it was a bad time. I still made sure she felt good. Every time.

Every night we spent together (we didn’t like to sleep without each other if we could help it) she would turn to me and say, “good mice, Honey Bea” and I’d say, “Good mice, baby.”

Life was pretty damn good these days.

“Can we try my honey? I’m starving,” Bren said, picking up the bucket and walking toward the barn.

I grabbed her hand and swung our arms together. “You can try me anytime you want.”

Her laughter rang out under the afternoon soon.

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