Page 59 of Triplets for the Dark Elf
He chuckles. “Amazing?”
“Yes.” my thighs squeeze him again. “We need to do that again.”
He laughs again. “Give me a few minutes. I’m not as young and spritely as you.”
That has me grinning. “Don’t keep me waiting for too long.”
When he lifts his head, both his hands come up to cup my face. His thumbs caress my cheeks in a gentle way while a small smile plays on his lips.
“Never.”
EPILOGUE
ANNALISE
The rest of our honeymoon is amazing.
The times we’re able to actually roll out of bed for a few hours, we spend together putting our new house together. I can’t believe how big it is—the kids are going to grow into it so nicely without having to be crammed into such a tiny space like Miothro’s penthouse or the small house in the lowtowns.
When he’d shown me the rest of the house, I could see everything in vivid details of how the next few decades were going to be. Us watching our kids grow into the people they were and Miothro and I settling into our relationship and growing old together.
The fantasy turned reality was something that made me tear up every time I thought about it.
With Lucy taking care of the kids while we move all of our stuff over, Miothro helps me decorate and even paint some of the walls, putting our own touches into this house like it’s always been ours.
Funny enough, the house wasn’t even that far from the shop.
A nice touch considering both of us would be getting up and heading over there every morning together to open and take care of it. Since being back, I notice that while the shop’s changed quite a bit over the last few years, it still has that same homey feeling it always has had.
Stepping behind the counter feels like being transported back in time. It feels strange at first, working for Miothro again, but I quickly adapt back into my old habits by barely missing a beat.
The triplets are already so easily settled into our new life, our new home, that it makes me wonder if all of the things Miothro and I had gone through had been leading up to these moments where our family is finally happily together.
I’d spent so many nights lying awake at night, staring at my ceiling and wondering if Miothro was out there thinking of me as much as I’d been thinking about him. I still feel guilty over him spending so much time trying to find me when I had been practically right under his nose the entire time.
But that’s all in the past now—nothing can be changed. All we can look forward to is our future together.
And what a bright future it seems it will be.
“I got in that shipment of calligraphy pens you asked about,” Miothro comes in through the doorway, a large package in his arms. “And a little something extra.”
I brighten up and step around the counter, letting him set the package down onto the counter before handing him a box cutter.
“Something extra?” I can already feel my excitement as he slices through the cardboard. “Like what?”
“You’ll see,” he teases me.
I wait patiently, watching him pull out a few other supplies that have been shipped in the same box. Since he’s been fixing up the penthouse for the guest artists, he’s been coming and going through the last few days. Each time he arrives with more boxes of tools and pieces to help bring the place together to show me before it goes to our old residence.
I watch in fascination while he spreads them all across the counter, wondering what he’s going to do with the small shelves he pulls out or the bundle of frames, or even the long dowels that barely fit in the box.
Finally, he pulls out the calligraphy pens I’d asked for for a customer who’d come wandering in looking for a specific kind the other day. I’d tried talking him into a few of the other types we carried, but he’d been adamant about only using the ones from a small city on the other side of Vhoig.
After mentioning it to Miothro, he decided he needed to see why these pens were so ‘special’ and had them shipped over.
I hold them up, looking at the neatly wrapped packaging. “You think they're any good?”
He smiles at me. “We’ll soon find out, huh.”