Epilogue
Jonas
Six Months Later
I point to the middle golden ring, a delicate spiral of filigree over it. “That one,” I say proudly.
The jeweler smiles and takes it out. She grins, wings folding down. “Will you be needing a lower ring too?”
I grin. “Yes,” I say, digging in my pocket, “here are my measurements. I need twelve gold barbells as well, you’ll see.”
She raises her green eyebrows. “A lucky lady indeed. Are you picking out something for her…?”
I nod. “I am, but it’s got to be custom. I have something in mind.” I tug my satchel off and dig out my notebook. Flipping it open, I point to a page. “See, something like this.”
The demon turns and grabs her glasses, then leans in.
The design I’ve sketched looks somewhat like a spaceship but reminiscent of what an Elven princess would wear.
“An enormous diamond for the center, with some smaller emeralds,” I add, tapping each.
She looks up, smiling. “A matching band?”
I shake my head. “No, I’m getting her a silicone band.”
The demon raises her eyebrows, clearing judging.
“She works with her hands.” I shrug, grinning, thinking of Margo in her shop.
“Daddy!” The door shuts even as she calls to me.
I laugh. She wants to be fucked if she’s calling me that.
Not yet, baby girl, I chastise in my head. “In here, princess,” I answer loudly over the jazz music floating from the speaker.
She comes in, her now-purple hair back in a high ponytail, though wisps are plastered to her neck. Her jumpsuit is tied around her waist, showing her San Hades Birding Society tank top. I can’t keep my grin down as I see her. She crosses to me and slides an arm around my waist.
“Mmm,” she mutters, her face buried against my shirtless side, “smells incredible.”“Me or the pizza, baby girl?”
“Yes,” she says flatly.
Chuckling, I kiss the top of her head. My heart lurches.
I had a thousand plans in my head. When she was cutting her personal pizza.
After I reduced her to mush with orgasms. While we relaxed in the hot tub in the yard.
Maybe even when she woke in the morning, her eyes fluttering open to the sunlight off a diamond.
But I cannot wait. This, a marriage, is what my destined considers ‘forever.’ And I’ll happily give it to her, even though I consider her my forever already.
I slowly draw my hands around her body, giving her soft belly that I love a gentle squeeze.
Then I drop to my knees, pulling out the jewelry box.
“Margo Blume, will you marry me?”
I wait, holding my breath, as her rich brown eyes dart from my face, to the ring box, and back again.
“Yes!” she cries, launching herself into my arms.
I drop the ring to keep her safe from harm, wrapping her in my firm grip. I nuzzle her neck, licking and kissing. When a sob escapes her, I freeze.
Slowly, I pull back, hands sliding up to cup her beautiful face. “Margo… are you alright?”
She nods, planting kiss after kiss all over my face.
“I’m so alright, Jonas.” A pause for more frantic kisses. “I love you. So much.”
I cuddle her closer, still on my knees, and her legs wrap—as far as they can—around my body.
“Please, fuck me,” she whines.
“Oh, I will, princess,” I rumble, a grin splitting my face. “After dinner.”
She makes an exasperated noise.
One that I look forward to hearing for centuries.
THE END