9. Epilogue
Epilogue
D ecember 25 th …
It was snowing again, soft and gentle flakes that were building up on the wood panes of the bedroom window. It was the first thing Quint saw when that crummy rooster crowed at the crack of flippin’ dawn on Christmas morning. Chicken ‘N Dumplings. That was that rooster’s name…and future, just as soon as he found his axe and a decent-sized cooking pot.
Closing his eyes, he lay down on the back half of the pillow he and Elsie were sharing. She was snoring softly; he smiled and wrapped his arm that much more securely around her waist. Her curly hair was tickling his chin, but he didn’t care. It felt really good that she was lying here, just like this, a warm little bundle pressed up against his chest with her hot little bottom nestled against his groin, right where it would do them both the most good just as soon as he was awake enough to pay attention.
Yeah, she felt good just like this. She felt like she belonged, in his arms and in his bed. What the future might hold for them was anybody’s guess. It was just too early to tell, but as he held her, casting his contented sigh softly into her hair, for now it felt like home for them both.
He smiled, pulling her closer.
Merry Christmas to him.
The End