by Zoe Reid
Epilogue
Brooklynn
“Are you coming into the dining room for lunch?” I asked from the doorway of Daddy’s study.
Sean came down the ladder after replacing several light bulbs on the ceiling. “How can you eat at a time like this?”
I checked my phone. Daddy and Mr. Wade had already been in surgery for some time. “I have to do something to pass the time. I’m a nervous wreck.”
Sean came over to me and kissed me. It was nice having him back at the house. I could kiss him anytime I wanted. Along with the job came the stipulation that Sean was to stay in the guest house on the property. While I would have loved to have him in my room every night, I accepted the terms since it meant I could see him every day.
“I suppose us starving ourselves isn’t doing much to help our dads,” Sean said.
Mary prepared a light lunch for us, requested by me. We were to get a phone call at any minute from the doctor, and my stomach was in knots.
Sean and I managed to swallow down a few bites between the two of us. Since Mom was at the hospital with Daddy and Gavin at work, we had the rare opportunity to share a meal together without interruption. Though the elephant in the room was interruption enough.
After we ate all we could, we sat next to each other, staring at our phones. Sean’s warm hand enveloped mine.
“This is terrible,” I said. “All this waiting. We should have gone to the hospital.”
“So we could have done this there?” he asked. “No way. We just need to stay distracted.”
“How?” I asked.
“Let’s take this into the sitting room,” he said, indicating his plate. “I’ll start a fire.”
“You’re such a rebel,” I said with a smirk. “Mom would never approve.”
He lifted his eyebrows. “Well she’s not here, is she?”
I leaned over and kissed him. For that brief moment, all of my worries fluttered away. It was just Sean and me in our little bubble.
In the sitting room, watching Sean build a fire gave me another moment of distraction.
“Thanks for being here for me, by the way,” he said, coming to the love seat to sit next to me.
He draped his arm over the back of the couch, and I leaned into him.
“Of course,” I said, staring at the crackling flames in the hearth.
He kissed my head. “Not just today. Over the past month since Christmas, I’ve been thinking a lot about life and what I want. And that’s you, Brooklynn.”
I tilted my head up to meet his gaze. “I feel the same way.”
He smiled. “At first, I didn’t think it would be possible to work this out. With your dad’s warning and your mom’s obsession with status. I just knew I had to have you though.”
“It’s a good thing I have Daddy wrapped around my finger, huh?” I said with a giggle.
“It is,” he chuckled. “I do wonder what you think of our future together.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t mind working here, but would you ever consider living with me somewhere else?”
“Daddy might be mad if I take his handyman away,” I said with a smile. The thought of coming home to Sean every night in our own place warmed my cheeks more than the fire did.
“I can give him some recommendations.”
“Then, I would love that,” I said, kissing him.
He put his arm around me and pulled me close. We watched the dancing flames for a while before his phone rang.
Leaping up from the couch he held out the phone to me. “It’s Mom.”
I wrung my hands together. “Answer it!”
Arriving at the hospital waiting room less than an hour later, Mom and Mrs. Wade hugged us.
“Did the doctor speak with you yet?” Sean asked.
“No,” Mrs. Wade said. “We were waiting for you.”
We didn’t have to wait much longer before the doctor came to greet us. He escorted us into a private office. Mom and Mrs. Wade sat while Sean and I stood behind them, holding hands as if we were holding on for dear life.
“Both Mr. Turner and Mr. Wade did splendidly,” the doctor said with a smile.
“Thank God,” Mrs. Wade said.
Sean squeezed her shoulder.
“I’m very optimistic that the organ will take and there is an even smaller chance of rejection.”
“That’s great news,” Mrs. Wade said.
The doctor smiled. “It’s nice to see families coming together in situations like this. It’s not always the case.”
Mom took Mrs. Wade’s hand in hers. “We’re very fortunate.”
“We will need to keep them in the hospital for observation. You should all get some rest tonight and come back fresh in the morning. We will take care of them.”
“I don’t want to leave,” Mom said.
“You can stay with me,” Mrs. Wade said. “It’s nearby so we’ll be a hop, skip, and a jump away.”
“That would be lovely,” Mom said.
Sean and I looked at each other. Mom sleeping in a house with less square footage than the guest house? I never thought I’d see the day.
Having the property to ourselves that night coupled with the good news from the hospital gave me a delicious feeling in my stomach when Sean and I arrived back home. Mom insisted that we keep an eye on the property and we didn’t challenge her request.
“I guess this is goodnight,” Sean said after walking me up to my doorstep.
I took his hand and tugged him across the front patio toward the guest house.
“Daddy said you couldn’t sleep in my bed; he never said anything about yours.” I kissed him, rubbing myself against the bulge in his pants.
We both ran toward the guest house, eager for what was to come.
The moment we stepped inside. Sean kicked the door closed then his mouth crushed mine. His hands were a flurry over my body and mine over his. We ripped each other's clothes off as quickly as we could. Even though Sean had been back for almost a month, we hadn’t made love since our first time together. All of those bottled up feelings burst out of us, and we could barely contain ourselves.
“Bedroom?” he asked.
“No,” I said breathlessly. “Can’t wait.”
He brought me to the couch and sat down. Reaching over to the side table, he plucked a condom from the drawer and slipped it on himself.
Once it was wrapped around him, he leaned forward and put his mouth on me. He tasted like water during a drought. I needed him more than I could bear.
My fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed my most sensitive spot. I moved my hips against his mouth as his tongue darted over my lower lips.
After a few moments of utter bliss, he pulled away. He licked his lips while grabbing my hips and lowering me to his lap.
He guided me on top of him, and I sucked in a breath as he filled me up. He kissed me, hard and passion-filled. I tasted myself on his lips and drank more and more of him in.
His hands squeezed my butt as he forced me to move against him. The rubbing built up the pleasurable pressure in my body.
He moaned into my mouth, and I returned the sound. Tilting my head back, he kissed the nape of my neck as his hands roamed all over my body. His touch elicited shivers to move across my body.
He pulled my face to his. “I love you so much, Brooklynn.”
“I love you too,” I said, caressing his cheek.
“I’m the luckiest guy alive. You know that, right?”
I smiled against his mouth. “I do.”
He rocked his hips against me, rubbing against my most sensitive parts.
He fisted my hair, tugging with just enough force to turn me on even more. I pressed my hands into the couch cushions and moved with him, faster and faster.
Our eyes locked together as we both reached our tipping point. I never thought I’d ever be so happy in my entire life. I had the man of my dreams in my life, and my family finally accepted him into their hea
rts as I had mine.
We finished together and rode down our high, our bodies and hearts as one.
The End
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Zoe is a romance writer who loves coffee, chocolate and a good book above all else. She writes for a living under a few different pen names and desires to create an experience for the reader that gives them a reprieve from the monotony.
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