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With our eyes locked, we came together, pulling each other close, our cries of ecstasy echoing through the room.
We lay there for a long while after, just holding each other, uncaring of the sweaty mess we both were. My head lay against his chest as he kept me close, kissing my hairline occasionally.
“You know, I mean what I said,” he murmured quietly.
“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to stifle my yawn.
“I mean that this is no longer my bed. It’s our bed. I want you here, with me in every way possible. If you want to be here, that is. If you’re not, then I accept that. I’m willing to wait as long as —”
“Soren, enough,” I laughed, nuzzling closer. “I want to be here too. We both have a lot of work to do, but this is where I belong. I have no doubt about that.”
“You truly mean it?” He shifted so that he could look at me.
“Without a single doubt in my mind,” I reassured him, a giant smile plastered on my face.
“I love you, Posey Adams.”
“I love you, Soren Wellington.”
I fell asleep in his arms, and for the first time in all the months I had lived here, I wasn’t afraid. There was no ex out to get me. There was no fear.
I was home.
Epilogue
POSEY
“Thank you for calling Wellington & Wellington, this is Patricia, how can I help you?”
Hearing those words was still a bit of a shock to me, even though it had been three months. I had finished law school six months ago, but, at Soren’s request, had taken a few months off to rest, relax and just revel in the fact that I had actually done it. I had become a lawyer, just like I had wanted to all those years ago.
Hearing my name, my new name at that, being used by our receptionist made me feel accomplished and proud of the business Soren and I had built over the years. It was hard to believe that it had been six years since he had stormed out of the office and started up this firm, pulling me along with him for the ride. So many years, and so much change. Though it hadn’t been easy.
After David’s attack and subsequent death, things had been difficult for the two of us. We both had far more trauma to unpackage than we realized. It took years, was still taking years, if I were being honest. We were both still in therapy. I was honestly not sure we would evernotbe in therapy. It was good for us. In fact, it had turned out to be a huge benefit to both of us to have somewhere we could unwind from all the stress of work, relationship, and even from the stress of kink. Yes, kink could be stressful. It was not all fun and games like many thought.
We had actually taken a few months off from kink back when he told me about Laurel. We both had needed time to learn each other, to grow together in a relationship, not just in kink. Our therapist had readily agreed to this idea. Don’t get me wrong, putting kink to the side was one of the hardest things we had done in our short relationship at that time. Soren was so used to being in charge that putting his commands away was nearly impossible. Putting that Dom voice away was even harder for him.
I, on the other hand, had to learn how tonotlisten to that Dom voice. Do you have any idea how hard that is? Almost impossible. But we did it. It made our relationship that much stronger.
It had taken Soren a full year to convince me to go back to law school and pursue my dream. A full year of hearing every argument he could think of. Another year after that of me dawdling and putting it off. Finally, I had taken the plunge and now had a pretty degree that hung on the wall next to his. That had been his present to me after graduation. I was so incredibly happy and, honestly couldn’t have imagined anything making me happier. That was until he got down on one knee immediately after.
Of course, Soren had to make things as interesting as possible. He had proposed with a beautiful speech of how he loved me, how we worked together to overcome every obstacle. But he had ended his little speech with these words:
“I could go on and on about how I love you, but that just can’t happen right now. Why you might ask? First of all, because I need to save some of my professions of love for my vows. And second, because you’ll be late for your hair and make up. That’s right, Posey Adams. I can’t spend another day without having you as my wife. So, if you’re willing to share your life with me, please, let that life start today.”
Yes, he actually proposed, and we got married that evening under a gorgeous wood pergola lit up with twinkling fairy lights and candles among all of those who loved us most.
His present to me when I passed the bar may not have been the showstopper of an impromptu wedding like my graduation had been, however it was just as emotional of a moment for me. I had come home from the grocery store, and he was standing there, bouncing on his heels like he simply couldn't’ contain his excitement. We checked my scores together and, sure enough, I had passed. He had immediately taken me into his arms and spun me around the room in a full circle. Then he took me for a drive.
We had moved out of our little shared office years ago, having opened an office not far from home in a beautiful building. There, when we drove up, was the new sign that read:
Wellington & Wellington
A true partnership in every way imaginable, and I couldn’t have been happier. Our life had come together in a way that neither of us had looked for, hell, even hoped for, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.
Our wedding had been the talk of our family and friends ever since that crazy chaotic day. I seriously didn’t know how Soren had done it. He had set the whole thing up and honestly not a single thing had gone wrong. I don't think there was a bride in history who could say the same.
I had stood, with Sandra at my side, while Soren stood with Sam at his. Yes, that’s right. Samantha, Soren’s best friend and former submissive was his Best Bitch, her words, not ours.
