One Year Later
“We’re going to be late, Daddy! Come on!”
I grinned at my sweet boy who was nearly vibrating just inside our apartment’s front door. I was sliding the last of my things into my carry-on at the granite-topped breakfast bar before we headed out. Miles was looking delectable in a cornflower blue T-shirt, lightweight black jacket, and stylish jeans with black boots, and I was tempted to pull him into the bedroom for round two of the morning.
But he was right—if we didn’t leave soon, we’d miss our flight.
“I’m ready, sweet baby boy. Let’s go.”
“Finally!” he called, rolling his eyes playfully, a mischievous smile spreading on his face as he raised the handles on our suitcases.
“You know you’ll pay for that when we get to the hotel.”
He wiggled his eyebrows as we stepped into the hallway and I locked up. “Why do you think I packed my favorite paddle?”
I snickered as we headed down to the ground level. Normally, we’d take Miles’s work truck we parked in the garage beneath the building—I had no use for a vehicle, so my car was in storage for the time being—but Dave, our usual driver, was waiting by the curb to take us to the airport so we didn’t have to worry about parking.
As we flew down the interstate, I squeezed Miles’s hand and thought about everything that had happened in the past year.
Miles had settled into downtown life quickly, and he’d discovered a newfound love of golf, which came out of nowhere for both of us. He’d taken to the sport when a client had invited Chase and me to participate in such an event, and I’d had to beg off for obvious, lack-of-sports-talent reasons. When I’d mentioned it to Miles, though, I could tell he was interested, so I’d brought it up with Chase. Chase had offered to pay for lessons, and by the time the charity event occurred, Miles had a decent handicap, and the client loved him.
We’d won the client, and he’d been designated our firm’s golfing event liaison if he was interested. He usually was, when it fit into his schedule.
Because he was quite busy of late. He’d had some rough starts with his handyman business, as the customer base in downtown Seattle was extremely different from small-town Gomillion. But he’d finally found his niche in luxury property maintenance, and he’d built a business that contracted with the most prestigious residential buildings in the city. He was even interviewing for a second employee when we got back to help him since he now had more work than he could handle himself.
The best part? He absolutely loved what he was doing.
I was so fucking proud of him.
As for me, I adored my job with Chase, and I loved being Miles’s Daddy. I’d even explored my gender a bit further, and I’d discovered I even had a few she/her moments now and then,though they were rare. I was enjoying the journey of being a transgender human who didn’t have to conform to a gender binary—or gender expectations of any kind, really—and Miles took every single shift in stride.
Not only that, hecelebratedevery single one, even going so far as to throw me a private gender reveal party for the two of us when I discovered my gender wasn’t restricted to only the he/him and they/them parts of the spectrum. He had balloons and streamers and cake and everything, and the whole thing was perfectly ridiculous—and I loved every minute.
It ended in a very naked, kinky way, of course, and Miles had borne the stripes of the cane I’d used on his perfect ass as a thank-you for days.
“We’re here, Daddy.” Miles’s voice broke into my thoughts, and only then did I realize the car had stopped.
“Thank you, sweet boy.” I offered him a sheepish smile. “Got lost in my head.”
“Not a problem. We’ve got a big week ahead of us—I know you have a lot on your mind.” He planted a lingering kiss on my lips before turning and stepping outside.
I took a deep breath before I exited as well. He wasn’t lying. This week was going to be busy as fuck, and I was doing my best not to stress about it.
With goodbye waves to Dave, we rolled our luggage inside, checked in, and made our flight just in time.
***
The next few days were a flurry of family, nostalgia, and last-minute planning. Miles and I barely had a moment to ourselves, but we only had one more day, then we could relax.
But first, tomorrow.
“Everything sorted with the photographer?”
I nodded at the man I loved, who was currently lounging on his side of our hotel room’s bed after his shower, completely nude and eating goddamn grapes, for fuck’s sake. I was doing my best to stay present through the flurry of activity and all the forks the past few days had wrought, which included taking a minute to appreciate my fiancé in all his naked glory.
My eyes scanned his delectable, strong body. His cock lay flaccid on the bed, his abs were taut and smooth, and his pecs were perfectly muscled, flexing slightly as he picked another grape off the vine. When he popped it into his gorgeous mouth, I watched his jaw flex and release as he chewed, tucking his shoulder-length hair behind his ear when it fell into his eyes.
I got to marry this man tomorrow.
