Epilogue
There used to be days when going to work sounded about as much fun as riding a seatless bike. I’m glad to say those days are well behind me. As I sit and get ready for work, I think about how that’s not my life anymore. In fact, the best part of my day is going to work. Actually, that’s a lie. The best part of my day is coming home to Weston, but running this business together is a close second.
The last piece of my hair is curled to perfection, so much longer than it was when I first showed up here. I’ve had it short for so many years. I forgot how much I loved it like this. Spritzing on some perfume Weston gifted me, I take one last look in the mirror. Fully content with the woman looking back at me.
When I get downstairs, I see a pot of coffee for me waiting on the kitchen counter. Weston is reliable to a fault. It doesn’t matter how much he has to get done on the ranch; I know there will always be coffee with a love note on the counter.
“Look at mighty fine this morning, Mrs. Taylor,” Weston says as he walks through the door, a gallon of paint in each hand.
“When I said I wanted to paint an accent wall, I didn’t mean you had to do it the next day.” I walk over to Weston as he sets down the paint jugs, and I wrap my arms around the back of his neck, getting on my tiptoes and bringing his lips to mine.
“What my woman wants, my woman gets.”
“You're supposed to be helping Rhett and Maverick today?” I question.
He shrugs, “I think they can handle the ranch for a couple of days while I spruce the place up.” They work so well together that I don’t doubt that.
“While you’re on the note of freshening up, do you think we could maybe go pick out some new furniture?” I look around the room at the mismatched couch, love seat, and chair. It served its purpose, but we’re making this house our forever home.
“Whatever you want, Sunshine. We can swing into Cheyenne this weekend and go look?”
“That sounds perfect. Are you dead set on painting with me, or could you maybe do a walk and a short drive with your wife? I want to check out the books and maybe swing by Grandpa’s place.” I cock my head to the side, knowing I’m not playing fair. There is nothing this man loves more than being reminded that I am his wife.
His gaze heats, and I know that I’ll be getting whatever I want for the rest of the day and probably a life-changing orgasm later. A win all around. “Of course, baby, let me just go drop these off in the garage.”
He picks the cans back up and carries them away while I get the mighty fine view of his ass in a pair of Wranglers that are bordering on too tight, but I like them that way. Showing off his assets. He turns around as he says, “How about we take the old pickup today?”
I’d drive that truck all day long if I had it my way. I love that thing and all the memories we’ve made in it. “Yes.” I practically skip my way to him.
He opens the attached garage door and swats my ass as I walk in front of him.
“I’d say I'm sorry, but I can’t keep my hands off your ass when it looks that good. Between the skirt and those heels…” He doesn’t finish, lost in thought. I’d laugh, but I love having him this obsessed with me. It makes me feel like I’m glowing from the inside out.
We get in the truck and swing by Grandpa’s cabin. We broke ground on it in the spring, the second the snow started to thaw. Weston is convinced it’ll be done by the end of summer. It’ll be on the smaller side, two bedrooms, but more than enough for him. I’m just glad to have him close. He’s getting older, and I don’t want to waste a single second I have with him.
The cabin’s frame is completely up. You can see the vision coming to life before us. Hopefully, this time next year, there will be a full yard of grass. Maybe even a grandbaby playing in it.
“It’s looking good. I’ll be mowing the grass here in no time,” Weston jokes as he looks over to me.
“You’re ridiculous. Let’s head down to the office. It should only take me a little bit. We were only one booking away from being booked out April through August, can you believe it?” I turn back and settle into the middle seat, nestled right up beside the love of my life. “I can, you work hard. You’ve taken my dream and made it even bigger and more successful than I could have on my own.”
“I wouldn’t say that, but I do think that we work best when we are together.” It’s probably the truest statement I’ve ever said. Sure, work can be stressful, but I love every second of it.
“I couldn’t agree more.” He grabs my hand and admires the ring sitting on it. He brings it to his lips and gently kisses it. “Have I told you lately how much I love being your husband?”
“You have, but feel free to say more nice things to me.” He laughs and throws his arm over my shoulders, and I can’t help but realize Igot my dream. All I ever wanted was a family, something dependable, and I got it.
I can see it so clearly, growing old with him. The babies we will raise together will never have to wonder about being loved; they will know it. Weston loves so loudly, it will be impossible to ignore. We’ll get to spend our nights on our porch, watching the sunlight disappear behind the mountain.
What a way to spend the rest of your life, loved by a man like Weston.
