Shannon, you and your mother were never close, but she promised me before I died that she would do everything in her power to change that. If she did, and you two built a relationship after I passed, please don’t hold this against her. I made her promise she wouldn’t rest until you two were somehow together. I gave her some ideas, but I know she can go overboard sometimes. Please don’t let my machinations from beyond the grave impact whatever ground you’ve gained—she needs you more than you know, my sweet girl.
Ace, take care of both my girls. Sam is a little prickly and opinionated, but she loves Shannon and she’ll love you too. Give her a few grandbabies and everything will be right in her world. I promise.
Well, it’s late and Sam says it’s time for my meds, so I’m going to finish this, seal the envelope and give it to her to put away until the time is right.
I love you, my lovely Shannon, and you were like a son to me, Ace. I’m getting a lot of pleasure thinking about the two of you together.
All my love,
Dad (Wayne)
I’m crying by the time I finish, my eyes blurred by my tears as I fold it and put it back in the envelope.
“I want to be mad at him,” Ace says gruffly, wiping my tears, “but I can’t because if he and your mom hadn’t done this, I wouldn’t have you now.”
“I said some mean things to my mother,” I sniffle. “I have to apologize.”
“We should go see her.”
“She’s here in D.C. We flew in together.”
“Are we spending Christmas with her?”
“I’m not sure. I was wondering if you wanted to go see your parents?”
“We’re here and tomorrow is Christmas Eve. I think we owe it to your mom—and your dad, in a way—to spend it with her. If you want, though, after Christmas, we could fly to L.A. and I could introduce you to my family.”
“And Chris and Aubrey are close by too.”
He grins at me. “You and Aubrey going shopping?”
“I haven’t talked to her yet, but I’m sure we will.”
“Works for me.” He kisses me again, his tongue toying with mine. “Want to play a game?”
I chuckle. “Do you play it naked?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Sure.”
“Every time I make you come, I get to read an entry in your diary.”
“Diary is locked up tight in a new spot back in Cologne.”
“A new spot?” He arches a brow at me.
“My boyfriend is a freakin’ spy. I can’t hide anything from him.”
He laughs. “That’s okay. I can keep track of how many pages you owe me until I find it.”
“I didn’t agree to this game yet.” I’m laughing too.
“I can make you come using just my tongue, just my fingers, and just my cock… That’s three times right there. You sure you don’t want to play?”
“What do I get every time I make you come?”
“What do you want?”
