“I love this,” Lia shouts over the noise.
“I love you,” I shout back at her.
She turns to me, leaning in for a kiss.
I’m allowed to do this all the time, now. She’s mine whenever I want her, whenever I need her.
That’s my favorite thing ever.
Amelia
“What time is it?” I groan as Shannon pulls the curtains on the windows. Tristan and I are so wrapped up in one another, neither one of us care she’s here.”
“Your reception starts in two hours, you Highness,” she playfully curtsies. “We’ve got to get you up and presentable. Many people will want to speak with you, and everyone wants a picture of you and your husband.”
Husband.
The word brings joy to my chest. He’s next to me, his face covered with the couple of days growth of beard he’s been wearing lately.
“One second please,” I lift my finger up, letting her know I want a moment alone with my husband. She nods, leaving us alone in the room.
“Tris,” I lean over, trying to wake him up.
He’s sleeping soundly, the product of what must be the last six months catching up with him. He stirs slightly. “Tris,” I try again, kissing him on the forehead. “Time to wake up. Hey husband,” I grin as his eyes open.
“Hey wife,” he answers. “What time is it?”
“Time for us to get ready for our reception.”
“This is it, right? We’ll be able to relax after this?” He tightens his arms around me.
“For a day or two, yes” I giggle.
It’s as if the stress of the last six months have hit him full-force.
“All I want to do is spend a few days with you, trying to figure out where we fit into this whole puzzle.”
“Same, Tris, but we have duties. Those duties say we have to entertain tonight.”
“It’s time for the garter!” The DJ says as the group of all of us gather on the dance floor.
The parents went home hours ago, and now it’s the youngsters who have gathered for the reception.
“This is going to be my favorite,” Tristan announces.
He brings me to the middle of the floor, motioning for me to have a seat in the chair someone’s brought out for me. I do as he’s asked.
He looks dark and dashing, his white tux shirt rolled up to his forearms. I’m not sure where his jacket went, but he discarded it hours ago.
“You ready?” He asks, his dark eyes shining brightly.
“Yes,” I wink, spreading my legs slightly.
Going up under her skirt, he grabs my garter with his teeth, using his tongue to run against my thigh.
I laugh loudly.
Pulling out from under there, he holds it between his teeth. The crowd goes wild, and he makes a presentation of taking it out of his mouth, twirling it around on his finger.
“Line up my guys,” I shout loudly.
He watches as they listen to me. I’m standing beside him, giving him a look. Telling him where Parker stands.
Leaning back, he shoots it up and over.
Looking around, I see it land right on Parker’s head.
“Ohhhh!”
Everybody makes noises, but Parker looks scared to death. There’s not many things that scare Parker and I love that the piece of cloth in his hand brings legitimate fear to his face
“You’re welcome, Park,” Tristan taps him on the shoulder.
“With all do respect, Sir,” he tilts his head. “Screw you.”
Epilogue
Tristan
One Month Later
We’re at the beach, at what we’ve begun to call our home away from home. Each weekend, we go back to the beach house. As soon as I’m done with my weekly duties we high-tail it to the place we fell in love.
They still treat us like normal people here, and we can sleep late. Some days we don’t even get out of our pajamas, and those are my favorite days.
“Tristan, do you want to take this one?” She lifts up a shell.
We’re trying to make a lamp made of shells for her office. That way when we’re at the Palace she has something to remind herself of our home here.
“I think that’s a good one.” I give my stamp of approval. “Let’s head back, I’m getting hungry.”
She runs over, grabbing my hand. Together we trudge up the beach, Parker at a reasonable distance behind us.
“I’ll meet you in a few I’m gonna go see how this compares to the other ones I’ve picked out.” She drops my hand.
I kiss her forehead, smacking her on the ass before she goes to the room she’s claimed as her craft room.
“Tris?” she asks later on as we get ready for bed. “Are you okay?”
I’m looking out at the ocean, and I can’t help but feel as if someone’s watching us. Which is crazy, because someone is always watching us. We’ve become the favorite couple for the paparazzi to follow.
“Fine.” I smile as I turn around to face her.
But I’m not really. I reach up, closing the shades.
“We won’t be able to watch the sunrise,” she pouts.
It’s our favorite thing. To make love as the sun rises in the morning.
But I can’t tell her, can’t tell her I feel the eyes on me. “I’ll make the sunrise for you,” I growl as I wrap my arms around her, taking her down to the mattress.
“I love you, Tris,” she giggles.
“I love you, too.”
And I hope the love we share will help us overcome anything in our way. I have a feeling the fairytale ending won’t last forever.
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