Page 88 of Angelic Acts
“Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!”
She covers me with kisses, drowning me in her love. I pull back just enough to extract the ring from the box and slip it on her finger. She gasps when she sees it, bringing it closer to her to inspect it.
“Bash, it’s beautiful,” she swoons.
“I designed it for you,” I tell her, proud of myself with the way she stares at it.
She presses another kiss to my lips then trails her mouth down my neck, exploring all my exposed skin. My breathing comes in pants at the contact. My hips jerk up of their own accord, and hers meet mine, grinding against me.
When she tugs my shirt off, I pick her up and carry us to the couch. My angel isn’t going to be fucked into the ground where she could get rug burn when there’s a couch right here. As soon as her back hits the cushion, she’s undressing.
Taking my cue, I do the same. My pants barely clear my ankles before she’s wrapping her small hand around my engorged cock and lining me with her entrance. Knowingexactly what she likes, I slowly push it, letting my fiancée’s heat envelop me.
As we rock together, making love on the couch where we first kissed, a sense of euphoria fills me. Not in a physical sense of arousal, but in my soul.
I’ve never felt bliss like this. As though every piece of my life has fallen into place and now the picture of a happy future is revealed.
All thanks to the angel who saved a lizard all those years ago.
Epilogue II
Lizzy
The anniversary party hums to life all around us. Children run amok joyfully playing with each other. Cecilia’s four eldest girls rob the passing servers of their triple chocolate mousse cake hidden from the watchful eye of their father, who’s distracted by his newborn daughter, giving his wife and her friend, Gracie, a bit of reprieve.
All around us, loved ones are gathered to celebrate my parents-in-law’s fiftieth wedding anniversary. The healthy example they set for us makes me believe in happily ever after. Bash and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary a few weeks ago, and that in and of itself was an accomplishment. They say the first year of marriage is the hardest, and if it weren’t for the endless patience from my husband, ours would have been rough. But between the two of us, we’re still in newlywed bliss.
The loud sound of smacking draws my attention downward, only for me to find the ginormous mastiff gobbling up the rest of my brisket. Since it’s meat, I don’t worry about it making him sick. Margot’s large dog is only intimidating in his size. Sweet Benny is docile by nature from what I’ve seen.And he is only willing to retrieve balls thrown by the children. He somewhat listens to Margot, but not to Matthias at all.
“Oh, there he is!” a loud voice breaks through my haze.
Margot appears by our side, her son trailing silently behind her. Nico’s tranquility is contrasts with Margot’s bombastic self. I love my sister-in-law nevertheless. Nico marches over to Benny, and they both position themselves on the ground and crawl beneath the table.
“Don’t worry about them. They do that all the time,” Margot waves off their hiding spot. Huffing, she takes a seat next to me. “Matthias didn’t want us to bring Benny, but with his new medicine, I didn’t want to leave him at home alone. Plus, this is an outdoor party. But if he catches Benny stealing food off people’s plates, he’s going to be proven right. And I hate when he thinks he’s right. That man isn’t allowed to be right over me.”
Laughing, I take a sip of my champagne before responding. “It’ll be our secret.”
“Bless you, Lizzy.”
She looks under the table then back at me. “I love my boys, but sometimes I miss being around women. I’m not jealous of Cecilia with her litter of girls, but…”
The rest of her sentence hangs in the air, and I find it somewhat relatable. Marriage is great, but it can be lonely to be far from other women. I miss social interactions. A lightbulb goes off in my mind. “What you need is a girls’ trip!”
She lights up. “Keep talking.”
“Just us girls away from husbands and children. Getting wine-drunk without a care in the world. Spa days and rom-coms.”
“Oh my God. You’re making me wet!” She dramatically groans as she says it, causing an expected laugh to tumble from me.
“I want in on whatever you two are talking about,” a strong, feminine voice says. Katerina joins us, sitting in the chair to my right.
Margot lights up as our idea takes flight. “We were discussing bailing on our husbands and kids to go on vacation. We need to check with Cecilia.”
Katerina sighs. “We’ll have a hard time convincing her. Roman does well with the girls, all five of them, but Cecilia stresses about leaving them.”
“Has she ever left them before?” I ask.
The chair to Margot’s left becomes occupied as Gracie joins the conversation. We’ve met at various events, and now, she’s as close to us as the rest are. “She’s only ever gone away when there were just the triplets, and I watched the girls while they were away. It was only for one night, and she called almost hourly, until I turned my phone on Do Not Disturb and told her to leave us alone.”
