epilogue
Five months later
Dane
The past few weeks have been crazy. I flew Deca’s family out from Nebraska for our special celebrations. Unfortunately with the two week gap between them, I’ve really gotten to know her family.
She’s much better off here in Oregon. With me.
The first event was the successful opening of her store.
There was a lot of social media buzz—thanks in part to the lodge’s social media guru—which brought a good crowd for opening day.
And for the following week. The only naysayers were—her family.
The negativity got so bad, I sent them south to California for a few days at the theme parks and other attractions.
It was an expensive trip, but so worth the quiet and peace of mind we both needed.
Today was our wedding. Thank god her siblings were able to stop fighting at least for the day.
Her mother cried. Her father slapped me on the back like he cared about something other than whatever sports were on the television in the bar.
My family were perfect angels in comparison.
At least they knew how to put on some good behavior.
The wedding and reception are over. Her family expects us to drive off in a fancy limo for an expensive honeymoon on some beach somewhere.
At least that’s what we’ve hinted at. But when our trusty ATV is pulled up under the lodge entrance canopy, a just married banner fastened to the trailer, you could have heard a pin drop.
I drive away slowly because Deca is sitting sideways, holding on to the long train of her wedding dress. One arm is wrapped around my waist, her cheek rests between my shoulder blades.
We stop at the clearing and she pulls up music on her phone.
It may not be midnight and there’s a sun shining instead of the moon, still we dance in this special place.
As we sway together, I cup her beautiful face between my palms and kiss her.
“December, you are my love and my life. Thank you for losing your way and finding me.”
“I love you, Dane. Finding you was the most perfect moment of my life. With you this perfection will last forever.”
“Ready to get your honeymoon on, babe?”
“So ready, my dear heart. Let’s go.”
At the cabin we put away the feast the chef prepared for us then move to the bedroom. There’s candles waiting on every surface. The curtains have been drawn tight to shut out the rest of the world. Rose petals cover the bed. Okay, so maybe I went a little overboard with the roses.
“It’s perfect, Dane. She turns her face to me. “Are you ready to do it?”
“So ready.”
She waggles her brows and gives me her back so I can unfasten the long row of buttons on her dress. When I growl in frustration, she laughs. Finally, my fingers are sore but the dress lies pooled at her feet. Her lacy undergarments are next. My tuxedo joins her dress and we face each other naked.
“Now?” she whispers.
I nod and reach into the drawer of the bedside table. I hand her the scissors. One by one I hold up our supply of condoms and she cuts them in half. We laugh as I toss the halves over my shoulder. This is our wedding present to each other.
Tonight, we’ll be making our baby.
Thank you for reading His Curvy Solstice Dream.