Epilogue Two
Presley
Three Months Later
“We haven’t had a girl’s night out in forever,” Lyla says while sucking back her vodka and club soda. We’re at Maverick’s tonight, my parents are at home with Noah. We offered him to spend the night at their place, but they declined. My mom is all about Noah being in the comfort of his home. I love her so much more for that.
“I know, I suck,” I take a sip of my red wine, while looking at both Lyla and Callie.
“You’re not the only one to blame, Pres. Lyla’s been out of town for months on end again, and well between Clairabella and my own job. It’s been a nightmare to even get a chance to go to the grocery store,” Callie sighs.
“About that, I took a job closer to home. My days of traveling that much are over,” I’m shocked with Lyla’s statement, she always seemed to enjoy it so much.
“Is everything okay?” I question.
“Yes, I need a change of pace. I realized I was missing so much of what was happening at home, it was a feeling of home sickness rather than exploring new places,” She runs her fingers through her dark hair.
“Well, I’m glad your home. When do you start your new job?”
“Yes! Clairabella will be so happy her Auntie Lyla isn’t always gone too. I never told you because I figured it may make things worse, but she misses you, a lot,” Callie responds.
“That’s part of the reason I’m coming home, you guys have children I’m missing out on. That’s something, I never want to do or feel again. This next job though, it’s freelance, so as long as I do what needs to be done. I’m available now, day or night, and I expect you both to use me. Auntie Lyla needs some Noah and Clairabella time,” a soft smile appears on her face.
Callie and I both get off of our barstools, jumping up and down, hooting and hollering.
When Lyla stands up, all three of us hug, happy smiles are plastered on our faces even with tears streaming down them.
“Well this means we can do more than a once a month girls time,” Lyla says as we finish our group hug.
“Speak for yourself, Mr. Asshole never quits,” she grumbles.
“Have you thought about quitting?” I ask her.
“Yeah, what Presley said,” Lyla pipes in.
“I’m actively looking, but tonight isn’t for me. It’s for Lyla, so let’s celebrate!” Callie yells.
We order drinks upon drinks, none of us worrying about how we’ll get home. Lincoln is here and I know he’ll make sure we’re all safe and sound.
“What did you do to my wife?” I hear him grumble, my head is in my hands, I must be dozing off and on.
“What…umm…us?” Lyla’s words are garbled.
“We didn’t do anything,” Callie slurs.
“You’re all hammered,” I hear the chuckle in his voice, and I know exactly what I’ll be getting when we get home. I open my eyes, looking into Lincoln’s, wink and then sigh out, “You love when I’m tipsy.”
“That I do, let me get Lyla and Callie a ride, then we’ll go back into my office,” he kisses my forehead then walks away, I assume get his phone.
“I’m so getting lucky,” I’m dancing in my seat, the girls are laughing, and life is so freaking amazing.
“I love you girls,” Lyla says with a laugh, then a hiccup.
“Love you too,” Callie’s smile is so big right now, you wouldn’t know she has the weight of the world on her shoulders.
“Love you more!” I yell out loud to them.
“Alright girls,” Lincoln says with a grin on his face when he returns, I see Lyla’s dad is with him.
They both stand up and hold onto one another while Lyla’s father walks behind them, shaking his head, but I know what he’s really up to, he’s trying not to laugh.
“Make love to me, Mr. Anderson?” I say my arms looped around Lincoln’s neck.
“With fucking pleasure,” he walks us towards his office.
“Life is amazing,” I whisper into his ear.
“Yeah, it is,” he grumbles.
Lincoln makes good on his promise, he makes love to me well after the bar is closing down. It’s one of the most amazing nights ever, and I’m the lucky one that gets to enjoy them.
The End