Epilogue
PIERCE
YEARS LATER – VALENTINE’S DAY
When you're a girl dad, Valentine's Day is a big one.
I have to make sure the bar is set high for my girls.
There is a peace in the fact that I do fully believe in the whole New Hope magic.
Call me a believer. I thought everyone was a bit nuts, and hell, maybe they are, or I suppose we are.
I have been thoroughly sucked into being one of the locals.
I have settled into my job as a city planner here. I don't know how I got the job or if you can fully call it a job because I'm paid one dollar a year, but it's in my lap. You warn the mayor that growth is needed and that it can be handled, and it's given back to you and made your responsibility.
That's all right because there was one project that I believed would be beneficial for both the town and, selfishly, for my wife. She will always come first to me no matter what. That woman is my whole world, and I don't give a shit what anyone thinks of that.
I was alone my whole life until she came along and lit it up. They often say it's about the journey and not the destination. Not sure I fully agree with that. My journey to Tinsley was simply that. She was the destination I hadn't known I was searching for.
My wife and Katherine did in fact take the land together but divided it into parts. A section for us where we'd built our home and enough room where we could build more homes if we wanted or sell it off to a local who might want to build. Katherine had done the same.
They'd blocked off a third section where new businesses had the potential to build.
I suggested they start with a sort of country club resort for members only.
It could also hold events and has bigger space for the larger plays the high school puts on.
The town was growing, and it needed room to breathe.
But all that power of what can and can't be built lies within the girls' hands.
They are quite amused with this. Especially when they have their own business meeting, just the two of them.
Pretty sure they're gossiping the whole time.
Once I caught sight of a whiteboard with a tree of some kind with names.
I'd guess that was the fast-moving phone tree. That shit works at the speed of light.
Which would be annoying in a lot of places, here not so much. Everyone is always in on things in the end. The same as they'd been when we'd gotten back to New Hope and planned the wedding of Tinsley's dreams. That was a very eventful day where a small play was literally put on at the reception.
The club took over a year to build. It was a big project, and we used as many local resources as possible.
At first, we put our home on hold. Tinsley got pregnant fairly quickly and wanted to hold off to focus on the club.
She also enjoyed that the cabin was smaller, "cuddly," she would call it, and wanted to bring our baby girl Winnie home here.
Tinsley was more jittery about having a baby than I would have ever thought.
I'd seen her with babies before, but she can slip into a mindset of how things should be.
It doesn't take me long to shake her from it and remind my wife who she is.
There isn't much she can't do, and I enjoy the hell out of watching her do it.
I'd taken to fatherhood easily for someone who never had a father. It felt natural from the start. It was also nice having Tinsley's parents close, and they are very involved, and I fucking love that for my girls. I want them to have everything I never did.
“Daddy!” Winnie comes barreling into the house. They’d all gone over to the club this morning. There is always a brunch put on for the ladies. The men get up early and pitch in to set things up.
There is a spa area, which is where Tinsley will take clients from time to time. She might not need to work, but she enjoys it. She also still has a booth over at the salon. Tinsley hops around. Hell, for a few of the older ladies, she goes to their home. My wife is always on the move.
It’s a straight shot from the front door through the entry and down a wide hallway to the kitchen.
Winnie runs right into my arms, and I sweep her off her feet.
She falls back dramatically, like in the movies when a girl faints.
The pink dress she has on is covered in chocolate and glitter, and I'm not sure I want to know what the green goo is.
I kiss the top of her head and put her on her feet because Teddy comes barreling in after her. This is how they always enter the home if they've been away, even if only for a few hours. Teddy is eleven months younger than Winnie. Tinsley wanted to have them close together.
Right now we're content with two. I'll always be open to more if Tinsley wants, but there is only so much of her to go around, and I won't let her stretch herself too thin. I blow a raspberry on Teddy's cheek, making her giggle.
They both resemble their mother, but Winnie has more of my coloring with her dark hair and complexion, but those delicate pixie features are present.
"You girls want to change?" Piper asks when she enters the house with Tinsley. They are having a slumber party over at the grandparents' tonight. Their grandpa lets them get away with murder. I think he'd bring the shovel and then tell them how well they did the murder.
I make my way toward my wife. She's got those damn glitter freckles on her lips painted a rosy pink. I cup the back of her neck and pull her into me, dipping my head to kiss her.
"Did you have a good time?"
"They are the best." Her nose does a little scrunch, and I know she's got gossip she wants to share. I kiss it.
“We’re ready.” The girls come flying back in a complete wardrobe change. They’ve gone from dresses to superheroes with capes and eye masks. They definitely take after Tinsley when it comes to their spontaneity.
We give them kisses and hugs goodbye, and they are back out the door with Grandma.
"I love Valentine's Day." Tinsley wraps her arms around me. My hands slide to her ass, and I lift her off her feet, making her skirt bunch up.
We always stay in on Valentine's Day. I'll make us dinner, and we'll end up in front of the fireplace watching movies, and I'll have my fifty ways with my wife. I carry her into our bedroom. It's too early for dinner yet, but I want to indulge in the sweet taste of her.
I drop her onto the bed and pull my shirt off and toss it to the ground. Tinsley’s hand brushes across the left side of my chest, where one of her designs was tattooed on me a few years ago. I don't know if she's aware she even does that anymore. Her fingers are always going there.
Tinsley's art is all over the house. I'd wanted it included when we'd designed the house. Now, the girls' art also adorns the walls.
"I want to give you my gift." Her hands trail down my chest to the button of my jeans.
"Tinsley—"
"What?" She licks her lips innocently. That mouth of hers could be the death of me, and she knows it.
I never last long when she wraps those plump lips around my cock. I sink my fingers into her hair and groan when she takes me to the back of her throat.
"Tinsley," I swear. "You know where I want to come." She only sucks harder. "Brat, you're done," I say, pulling back my cock and slipping free.
"Hey," she huffs, puffing out her bottom lip.
"Don't be a brat," I warn.
"You can’t spank me. It's Valentine's Day.” I lift my brows.
"Okay, fine." She pretends to back down, but I already know what's coming.
"Gotta catch me first." She does a roll across the bed and off to the other side, landing on her feet and then bolting toward the door.
I give her the illusion that she might make it out of this room without me catching her, and any other day I'd chase her around this house, but she got me worked up on purpose.
I snap one arm around her waist, lifting her off her feet to toss her back onto the bed. I don't give her a chance to try and squirrel away; I come down over her while she's still on her stomach.
"Now you've done it." I nip at her neck as I yank up her skirt. The thin sheer panties she has on are no match for me. The sound of them ripping is loud in the room.
"You're going to spank me?" She is already lifting her ass partly in the air.
"No." I slide down and sink my teeth into one cheek.
"Ahh!" She wiggles and laughs.
"Still," I order and smack her other cheek. She sucks in a breath.
Tinsley and I might not have had experience all those years ago, but that had been half the fun. I don't think there is much we haven't tried together, and my once-upon-a-time Tinkerbell still loves putting her acting skills to the test. There has been a lot of role-play.
"What are you going to do with me?" She peeks over her shoulder at me.
"Whatever the hell I want." Her eyes light up, giving me the warmth I can only get from her. "And you'll let me."
"I will," she agrees, "because I'm yours." I flip her over to her back. Tinsley runs a finger down my jaw. "And you're mine."
"Always."
My one and only Valentine.
I hope you loved Tinsley and Pierce’s story.