Epilogue
Maeve
One year later
As much as Barrett and I loved the feel of Christmas in Appleridge, this Christmas we were spending in Italy. We still hadn’t set a wedding date, but there wasn’t any rush and the two of us would rather travel and see the world than spend thousands on an extravagant ceremony and reception.
One of my dreams growing up was to see Europe, any part of it really, as European culture always fascinated me. I thought what better a time to go than during the holidays.
So, we planned a two-week vacation in Italy, visiting all the major cities including Rome, Florence, San Marino, and Venice and we joined a tour group with an itinerary and transportation, making the tour easier on us.
A few days before Christmas, we traveled to Tuscany and wouldn’t be leaving that region until the day after Christmas. We stayed in a local village in Florence, our villa cozy and all decked out for Christmas.
During the days, we visited the Tuscan Christmas markets, shopping and tasting native cuisine, including lots of Italian Christmas cookies and desserts. One evening, we stopped by a Presepe, an Italian nativity scene, lit up and dazzling in the night’s darkness.
The day before Christmas, we took a cooking class, learning the cuisine of the region and the specialty desserts at Christmas time.
On Christmas Eve, we went in town and strolled the markets for hours while enjoying roasted chestnuts, panforte, a chewy Italian dessert containing fruit and nuts, and vin brulé, a mulled wine, from street vendors.
Before midnight mass, we attended La Vigilia dinner, a large traditional meatless dish, common in Italy.
It mainly contained various fish dishes and sides and was some of the best food I’d ever eaten.
Midnight mass was gorgeous and the singing from the choir was a once in a lifetime experience.
After mass, Barrett and I returned to our villa and fell into bed together, two lovers still madly in love with the other.
“Thank you, Barrett. For making all of my dreams come true.” I kissed him, pouring all of my love into our kiss, wanting him to know just how much I loved him.
“I love you too, sweetheart. I know we haven’t talked about this much yet, but how would you feel about getting married here, in Italy?”
My mouth fell open. “What? How does that even work?”
“We’ll get married in the church before we leave Florence.
We’ll have to remarry at home too, but we can still have a beautiful Italian Christmas ceremony in one of the beautiful churches all decorated for the holiday.
What do you say?” His eyes lit up as he searched my face for clues about how I felt.
My heart fluttered in my chest as I swooned so hard.
So hard for the man I was already head over heels in love with.
How he continued to make my dreams come true was unheard of, but my God, he did it time and time again and I loved him so much for it.
“That would be amazing.” I breathed. “How do you manage to make me fall in love with you over and over?”
He smirked, one of my favorite expressions of his and one of the very first things I fell in love with about him. “I’m just super fly like that.”
I burst into hysterical laughter. “Super fly? Please don’t say that ever again.”
“What’s so wrong with super fly?” He kissed my lips and pushed his tongue inside, swirling it with mine. We wrapped our bodies around one another, melting into one.’
Within seconds, Barrett lifted my nightie off and tossed it off while shimming out of his boxers. Mouths and hands moved everywhere as the passion intensified between us.
“I fucking love you so much, sweetheart.”
“I love you too. Now fuck me, husband.”
“Always wife.”
After eating a large helping of his favorite meal, he slid his dick inside, lifting my arms above my head with one hand and pinning them together at the wrist.
While looking into my eyes, he fucked me hard. Over and over, until I came hard, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of me as he poured his hot seed and filled me to the brim.
Only to do it all over again all night long.
We spent Christmas in bed, only escaping for food and showers, and the next day, we were married in Florence, Italy, at the most beautiful church.
Barrett and I forever.
Husband and wife.
THE END
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