Epilogue
Soren
“You don’t mind that our friends are coming?” Abbott had asked again that morning.
And just like the other times, I assured him I did not mind at all.
A year after our first date, we were headed back to the Ferris wheel with several of our friends from Chained.
We’d been talking about it for so long that they’d expressed interest, and our reservation was for twelve people.
Two full pods, and we’d rented a party van for the occasion.
I wasn’t sure how it had grown to this extent.
Nobody was little for the evening so far as I could tell, but even in big mode, Abbott and his little friends had more spirit than the average person, and they were currently rocking out to some throwback music and dancing in their seats.
Abbott was fully engaged, telling them about the wheel again and how much fun they were all going to have.
Just over a year before, I’d been a busy guy with a new shop and now, I was riding along with a big group of friends on an outing.
“I wish Ms. Lily had been able to come,” said Abbott, plopping down beside me and snuggling in. “You know, I’ve never seen her anywhere but Chained. Do you think she’s under an enchantment and can’t leave?”
“No, I know she’s not.” I kissed the top of his head. “Once, she came to the shop. Did I never tell you that story?”
“You didn’t. Did she look the same?”
I remembered her in her regular lady-out-running-errands garb. Without the mystique of her club clothes or the club itself. “She’s always Ms. Lily. Always herself.” And that was the absolute truth.
“That’s good. I really like her.”
“Me too.” Without her inviting me to cater the event, I might have continued to miss Abbott.
Chained could be a busy place, and even in the little room, I hadn’t met everyone who came in.
It had taken a lot of things to go right—not the least of which was the lost spoon—to bring us together.
“I am so glad our friends are coming to celebrate with us.”
“Look! I see the Ferris wheel,” called Ernie from the front of the car. “It’s sooo big!”
The littles all shifted forward to see, their excitement and sense of fun making all the daddies smile.
A great start to our night and another year with my Abbott.
Big and little, he was the person who I looked forward to spending the rest of my life with.
And the box in my pocket held a symbol of that commitment I hoped he’d accept when we were at the very top of the wheel.
He turned and caught my eye, his expression holding such love, I knew he’d say yes.
And we’d definitely have an ice-cream cake after the ceremony whenever it was held.
Leaning back, I sipped wine and soaked in the atmosphere of love and friendship. Especially love.
Thank you for reading Abbott’s Lost Spoon.