“You shot a man dead while his hard dick was still in my ass! His dead dick had to slide out of me on his way to the floor!”
Allie, to her credit, keeps her neutral therapist face on and is silent only for a moment before continuing.
“Lucy, how did you feel about him killing a man who was still inside you intimately?”
“Well, initially I thought it was Sasha, but it was actually just a random guy he had brought in to tattoo and pierce me. But, to be completely honest…it was pretty hot.” Lucy gives me a saucy look and pulls her lower lip between her teeth.This minx.
“And, uh, Sasha, how do you feel knowing that Lucy appreciates your murderous tendencies?”
I’m floored is how I feel about it.
“It’s pretty affirming to hear her say that,” I say, tears pooling in my eyes. “I had always assumed that nobody would want to deal with the darker aspects of my family history and what I do for work. To know that she isn’t disgusted or turned off by it all is really validating.”
Allie must decide nothing being said in this session is safe to document and places her notebook and pen to the side. She drains the rest of her tea and takes a deep breath.
“By the darker parts, you mean, the murder, and…?”
“Well, the murder, sure, but also you know, sometimes a little torture to get them to talk. I had been concerned about how discreet I would have to be to make sure Lucy wasn’t exposed to all that—”
“If you stay gone to torture people all the time instead of spending time with me, I’ll never see you! You know I’d rather just come with you. Something about seeing you all worked up is really sexy.”
Lucy is giving me fuck-me eyes again, and Allie isn’t able to stop her jaw from dropping slightly before she recovers with a cough.
“It sounds like the two of you have found common ground with your, uh, interests. Ithink, if I’m not mistaken, that it wasthe distrust that presented the initial issues, though? Lucy said there was an incident with her trying to explain herself, and you not believing her?”
I wince, knowing it’s best to address my faults head-on. “Yeah. It’s what started all this, uh, murdering and fucking, I guess you could say. I misinterpreted something I saw, and then when Lucy tried to patiently explain herself multiple times, I never let her get a word in. Then I took revenge on her and tried to make her life hell.”
Lucy squeezes my hand as I hang my head in shame. “It ended up being really hot, babe. But I do want us to learn how to make sure we don’t miscommunicate like that in the future. I don’t want our future kids to see their parents having unhealthy fights…”
I can’t keep my lips off her when she mentions having my children, and I’m lost in the taste of her when another cough reminds me where we are.
“So let’s discuss tools we can use to ensure you both feel heard…”
Walking out into the dreary day following our session, I’m feeling lighter than I have in a long time. It was hard to relive some of my worst moments, and I have a lot more work to do to be worthy of Lucy, but today was a step in the right direction.
“Do you want to stop for some ice cream before we—”
“Let’s get married.”
Her interruption stops me in my tracks. “Well, we are getting married, baby. I proposed and everything.”
“I mean today. Let’s get married today, and then we can figure the rest out later. There isn’t a marriage license or anything. We can fill everything out within thirty days.”
Thunder cracks, and rain begins to pour on us in the parking lot. I can’t help but laugh at the vision of the two of us, soaking wet and looking like drowned rats, while saying “I do” at the county courthouse. Lucy shrieks and spins, face tilted to the sky.
“Are you sure you don’t want to wait for a nicer day? Maybe when we’re not soaked?”
She stops and fixes me with a stare before gesturing to her now soggy clothes and striking what I think is meant to be a sexy pose. “Are you saying you need anything more than this to marry me?”
Thunder cracks again, and the twinkle in her eyes is unmistakable. She’ll be laughing at me again before I know it, and it could rain every day for the rest of my life, and I wouldn’t care. Pulling her into me, I squeeze her and spin her once more before carrying her to the car.
“Nope, Sunshine. You’re all I need. Let’s go get married.”
Epilogue 2
“Come on! You know you want one of these,” Sloane says as she takes the sleeping Gisele from my arms.
“Or two!” Margot pipes in as she walks back into the living room from the nursery.
