by Falon Gold
“Yes, but it’s not a deal breaker for me.”
She lifts her head. “Me either.”
“I love you, Goddess, and it’s real and true and not going anywhere.”
“I love you to, Cam, and it’s real and true and won’t go anywhere. I tried to make it for years. It just hid inside me, waiting for your contract.”
“That contract is real sweetheart. The terms have changed. There’s only one. Our hearts are to always be connected in a place where no skilled surgeon or scheming bitch can reach.”
“I’ll sign that.”
An honest to goodness smile lights her mouth that presses against mine curving upwards in the corners. In the pool, is where I relieve the pressure created from her absence in my life and her touch. I’ll hear ‘Cam’ in every octave her voice is capable of before I carry her inside to my bed, where she’s belonged since I first saw her.
Epilogue
Five years later
~Camron~
Blake moans from a deck chair during the annual family gathering that transferred to my and Amari’s home. “For the love of God, Camron, make Castiel put his damn shorts back on. I have my baby girl in my arms, and Salon can see his pecker. Jeez!”
“I swear to the God, Castiel, I’m going to put your wiener on the grill if you don’t put it up,” Uncle Tommy yells, coming out the sunroom with an aluminum pan of ribs. “You had to have got that shit from your daddy, because your mama ain’t capable of whipping something like that out. And if she can, somebody’s been keeping secrets.”
The children, which seem to grow by one every year, wade in the shallow end of the pool. Grandmothers and grandfathers, including my father, hover like helicopters over them, fixing floaties every few seconds it seems. It’ll take Amari announcing she’s pregnant at Blake and Astrid’s wedding as surprise to me for Christophe to come around. There have been no more emotionless meetings in boardrooms for the Powers. For five years, we’ve been wrangling kids back into waterproof diapers and swimsuits, one more than the others, while Malisa’s Uncle Tommy cracks horrible jokes around the grill he mans.
Cookouts, that’s what he suggested for our first family reunion. More like smorgasbords with meat, vegetables, gourmet meals for the uppity that can’t come down far enough to bite a drumstick with Uncle Tommy’s homemade, finger-licking BBQ sauce. The Owens, Nordic-Fords, Spencers, and even a few of the Powers are glad. It’s more food for them.
“Castiel, put your clothes on, baby boy, since you’re offending everyone,” Amari shouts through peals of laughter from her canopied deck chair on the other side of the pool, amongst her friends, Astrid and Malisa, and her family members.
Only then does Castiel locate his shorts at the bottom of the pool and swims up, wearing them. Six months pregnant again with our baby girl, Camia, Amari grins without moving an inch, except to run the pads of her fingers over the diamond-covered charm at her neck on a considerably thicker and wider gold chain, with a stronger clasp. As far as she’s concerned, Castiel is at home, and who doesn’t like his pecker being out can leave, but we invited the family here for the first annual family reunion like idiots, and they’ve been showing up at the same time every year since. So, manners are necessary right now, and she’s the only one who can make Castiel put his pecker, wiener, whatever somebody’s calling it at the time he’s freeing it of his clothes up.
Her gray areas have increased since our son’s birth exactly nine months after our first date at her parents’ house, but I don’t want her to change too much. Her black and white view of the world is so fun to corrupt in the bedroom when it’s just her and I.
Human League’s Human peals from her cell phone on the stand beside her, the ringtone for her line connected to the local police department. Someone needs a place to stay in Amari’s old building that I bought from under her to renovate into a shoe factory. She chose to remodel the apartments for those in need of immediate housing after domestic violence has left them with no place to go. When she’s not shelling out keys and managing the household like a well-oiled machine, she manages Blake’s resort so he and Astrid can have time off, to keep their relationship fresh after the birth of their children BJ and Arionne.
I couldn’t have picked a more giving woman to love, and every day, I remind her that I don’t deserve her, but I’m never letting go.
THE END
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I hoped you enjoyed the Owens, Nordic-Ford, Spencer, and Powers tales as much as I enjoyed penning them. If you got an extra kick out of Uncle Tommy as much as everyone else did, then Falon Gold’s job is done. Almost. I think Uncle Tommy needs a story, too. Next year. Keep up to date with the additions to Undisclosed Desire series by visiting my like page. https://www.facebook.com/falongold/
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Falon Gold
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Tommy Owens is the big-hearted, outspoken restaurateur of the Owens’ clan who is always ready with a joke. He’s also the most brokenhearted. Ten years ago, when he was cruelly set up to look deceitful, the love of his life walked away from Arrow, Colorado. Now, he silently bears the pain from agonizing replays of memories of her, has slammed the door on love, and dares it to reenter his life.
Katara Johnson, on assignment for work, has to come back to Arrow after she crossed a whole ocean to get away from a brutal heartbreak there. Even being as far away as London, she still hasn’t been able to get over Tommy. Sick of carrying him in her heart and tired of being unable to move on, she goes back home on a mission to put Tommy Owens firmly in the past.
The two reunite and love, lies, and the truth explode to the surface. Re-instituting the trust between Tommy and Katara will not be all fun and games but cathartic… until someone calls the cops. A volatile reunion may be just what is needed to cleanse, then rekindle, what the past lovers once had and what should’ve never been torn apart.
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