Return Engagement - Chapter 13/13
Title: Return Engagement, Chapter 13/13
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris, OMCs
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys. This never happened.
Summary: Adam’s attempt to honor the past creates chaos and terror in the present
Warnings: language, angst, sex, murder off page, hauntings, supernatural possession - BEWARE OF TRIGGERS: new warnings may be added as warranted
Chapter 1 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6232.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6630.html#cutid1
Chapter 3 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6833.html#cutid1
Chapter 4 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7322.html#cutid1
Chapter 5 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7499.html#cutid1
Chapter 6 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8153.html#cutid1
Chapter 7 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8258.html#cutid1
Chapter 8 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8898.html#cutid1
Chapter 9 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/9503.html#cutid1
Chapter 10 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/9836.html#cutid1
Chapter 11 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/10145.html#cutid1
Chapter 12 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/11102.html#cutid1
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Kris paced around the top of their driveway, listening to his heart pounding and for the car. He never thought he could miss someone so much, unconditionally love someone so much that next to breathing, they were his life’s blood.
“Are they here yet?” Adam called out, moving awkwardly out of the house and joining Kris outside. They weaved their fingers together, squeezing.
“No. She said 2:30 right?”
“Give or take an hour, depending on traffic.”
Adam tugged at the back of his jeans.
Kris twitched the side of his mouth.
“Still sore?” he asked, soothingly rubbing Adam’s backside.
“You gave me quite a workout last night.”
“You did put me in charge.”
Adam pulled on Kris’ hand, bringing him against Adam’s chest and he tugged on Kris’ bottom lip with his teeth.
“You are such a drill sergeant Mr. Allen and I do mean ‘drill’.”
A horn alerted them to their arrival.
“You remember the last two times we waited here like this, like grinning fools.”
“Sure do Daddy, the first days our children came home.”
“This is nearly as good.”
As Leila’s car pulled up, Adam and Kris could see Hannah in the back window, waving wildly. Joshie, as usual, was sound asleep. That kid could sleep through anything. Mrs. Willowby got out first. She gave Kris a big hug, and then turned to Adam, her eyes glistening.
“Oh my laddie, we were so scared for you.” Cupping his face with her hands, she brought his head down and gave him a motherly kiss on the forehead. Adam threw his arms around her.
“Thank you Mrs. Willowby, but I’m okay. Everything is going to be okay now.”
Leila was next as Mrs. Willowby saw to the children. She took Kris with one arm, Adam with the other and initiated a group hug.
Out of earshot from the children, she whispered. “Don’t you two every get involved in something like this again.”
Adam raised an eyebrow and Kris smiled sheepishly.
“You told her?”
“I forced it out of him sweetheart. I had a right to know what was potentially killing my son.”
“Well, to tell you the truth mom…”
“We’ve had enough ghost busting. It all stops.”
Kris wasn’t lying - after tomorrow night’s show, it would be over, for good.
Freed from her care seat, Hannah flew at her favorite guys in the world. She couldn’t decide who to hug first so since they were standing side by side, she split the difference and hugged their legs, one in each little arm.
Kris swept her up first, twirling her around, laughing at her squeals.
“Daddy, daddy!”
“Hello Sweetpea, I missed you.”
Meanwhile, Adam held sleeping Joshua in his arms. He looked into the angelic face and a single tear dropped down his cheek. He had come so close to loosing his family, to loosing everything.
Leila placed a motherly hand on his back.
“You may be grown up with a family of your own Adam but you’re still my baby. If had lost you…”
Her tears flowed freely and he circled her with his arm.
Kris extended an arm to Mrs. Willowby and the small group headed indoors to the kitchen and the ice cream sundae party the guys planned.
During the welcome home party, Hannah hugged her Papa, telling him everything she told her Daddy. She said Audra was gone and Adam told her she was on her way home but that she wanted to thank Hannah for helping her.
Adam wished his mom could stay longer but she had to get back. While Adam walked her to her car, and Mrs. Willowby took Hannah and Joshie to get them cleaned up and settled back in, Kris cleaned up the kitchen. He looked at the opened bottle of chocolate sauce and half can of whipped cream. He and Adam would use them up - later.
--*--
It was the middle of the night and Kris and Adam were sound asleep, empty containers of sauce and cream on the floor. Adam was on his stomach, his resting on the mattress and Kris was tucked up against his side, facing the other way.
The bedroom door silently opened, just enough for a little Sweetpea to slip through. She was in her nightie, hugging Madeline tightly. Hannah tiptoed to the bed and looked at her Papa, chewing her bottom lip. He looked like he was asleep but she had to make sure he was okay.
She crawled up on the bed and lay down beside him, her face close to his. Hannah touched his cheek with her tiny hand. Papa opened his eyes and smiled at her.
“Are you okay Papa?” she whispered.
“I’m fine Hannah, just fine,” he whispered back.
“Are you still sick?”
Adam covered her hand with his, removing it from his cheek and kissing it.
“No, baby, I’m not. Did Nanna tell you I was sick?”
“No, I heard things. Nanna cried a lot.”
Hannah started to sniffle.
“Ah, Sweetpea, come here.”
Hannah scooted over beside her Papa. Adam reached up and brought around a pillow for her and then reached down the bed for his robe and covered her. He draped an arm over her and Madeline, drawing her near.
“I was sick, for a little bit, but I’m okay, I promise.”
“Why was Nanna crying?”
“Because she was scared. It’s alright to cry when you’re scared.”
“Do you cry when you’re scared Papa?”
“I do Hannah, I do.”
“Love…you…Papa.”
As she spoke, she fell asleep. Adam brushed her blond curls off her forehead and closed his eyes. Her tiny heartbeat lulled him back to sleep.
--*--
The supper club reopening was a huge success. It was by invitation only and everyone Paula had invited came. She seemed to enjoy herself but Kris and Adam could tell she was nervous - not about the club but about the other unseen guests. They knew Audra would behave herself but they couldn’t say the same about Bobby.
“So, what’s the plan,” Paula asked, waiting with the boys offstage, as the opening acts performed.
“Adam and I will do our set and then before the final song, I’ll do a solo bit while Adam goes into the dressing room and gets…”
“…possessed. Adam, I don’t like this, I don’t like this one bit,” Paula complained, her eyes wide with fright.
Adam took her hands, reassuring her.
“Paula, this time it’s different. I won’t be wearing the necklace and Audra will be in me but not controlling me. Her voice will be my voice and when it’s over, she’ll go home, end of story.”
“What about him?”
He knew she meant Bobby.
“We won’t know if he disappears when Audra is gone but Kris and I have it covered. One way or the other, he won’t be bothering anyone anymore.”
“Lover, it’s time to start.”
They kissed Paula and she headed center stage to introduce them. Kris and Adam held hands, and took deep breaths. They had performed hundreds of times by this point in their careers but tonight was certainly different.
Dressed in vintage 1940s tuxedos and looking the dashing Hollywood heart throbs, they stepped onto the stage to huge applause. Kris couldn’t help staring at his husband as he sang. Adam had slicked his hair back and wore nearly no make up; it reminded Kris of Adam’s “Tracks of My Tears” performance years ago on Idol. Adam certainly knew how to interpret the music.
While Kris did his solo numbers, Adam sat on a stool beside the piano and watched him. There was no one in the club but them, in Adam’s eyes. His life would be complete if all he ever did was sit by his adorable husband and listen to him play music and sing.
The performance went by much too fast. Between songs, Adam and Kris chatted with the audience, giving them some background on each song, why they chose to sing these particular songs. Eventually, they came to Kris’ final solo song.
Adam excused himself, telling the audience playfully he had to powder his nose, but he wasn’t out of earshot when Kris introduced his final song.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to dedicate “The More I See You” to my beautiful husband Adam and to our precious children Hannah and Joshua.”
Adam entered their dressing room. It had been Audra’s dressing room in the day and they requested it specifically. Sitting at the make up table, he opened the top drawer and withdrew the necklace, laying it on the table top. He looked at himself in the mirror and called her.
“Audra, I’m here. It’s time for your return engagement.”
--*--
Kris finished his song and Adam was right there on cue. He didn’t look any different, walking onto the stage and taking his seat. He looked to Kris and smiled, a slight nod - Audra was with them. Kris looked closer at Adam and did notice one change; his eyes were twice as blue, twice as sparkling, twice as lively.
Kris began the beautiful intro and Adam slowly lifted the mic to his lips, eyes closing, a smile on his lips.
The song just flowed. They’d been bewitched by two ghosts - one a devil, the other an angel; they’d been bothered by the mysterious happenings that came into their lives; and bewildered by events that pulled them apart and brought them together twice as strong.
Adam sang to the audience but at times he looked to his husband of seven years and meant the words only for him:
“I'll sing to him, each spring to him / And long, for the day when I'll cling to him /
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I.”
The song and musical set came to a successful end and the audience stood, the applause shaking the walls. Kris and Adam held hands, bowing. They bowed again. The applause continued as they walked off into the wings. Adam took Kris’ hand and they ran into the dressing room. Kris threw his arms around Adam.
“Oh Lover, you were fantastic! You too Audra.”
Adam swayed a little in Kris’ embrace, a single tear on his cheek.
“Adam, you alright?”
“It’s a happy tear, Audra’s a little excited.”
Adam sat on the chair, staring into space. His head was tilted slightly, as if he was listening to someone and he was.
“Audra says thank you.”
“Your welcome.”
Adam listened again then spoke into space.
“I don’t know, I’ll ask him. Audra wants to know if she can kiss you goodbye. She thinks you’re awfully cute and sweet.”
Kris blushed. Adam had a playful grin on his face.
“You do realize you’ll have to kiss the messenger.”
“Sure, sure, why not.”
The leaned in and the kiss was soft and chaste, matched only by Adam and Kris’ first tentative kiss the day they admitted they loved each other.
They looked into each others face and Adam’s expression softened and his lips moved but Audra’s voice came out.
“Good bye Adam and Kris, and thank you.”
Adam’s eyes shut, like he’d been hit by a flash of light and he nearly fell off the chair. Kris caught him.
Adam recovered quickly.
“She’s gone.”
“What about him?”
“I don’t know, we better see the rest of the plan through.”
Kris put the necklace in his pocket and they headed to the parking lot.
“Adam, did you remember the mallet?”
“It’s in the trunk.”
--*--
The breeze was blowing cold off the Pacific Ocean as the boys pulled up to the cliff edge. The night sky sparkled with stars and there was not a soul in sight.
Kris and Adam got out, hugging themselves. Bobby got out too, confused and worried.
“What the fuck’s going on?” Bobby demanded, but of course his companions couldn’t see or hear him.
Kris took the necklace out of his pocket and Adam popped the trunk, digging around in the dark til he found the mallet.
The boys walked close to the edge and wrapping the necklace in a cloth, Kris set it down on the ground. Without fanfare, Adam lifted the mallet and brought it down hard on the bundle.
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Bobby shattered into shards of darkness, spinning around in a contained bubble. Kris picked up the bundle and opened it - the necklace was destroyed. They scattered the pieces over the cliff and that was that. They got back in the car and drove back to the party. They never looked back, and even if they did, they wouldn’t have seen the swirling darkness that followed the bits of metal and disappeared beneath the waves.
--*--
The party had been fun but after an hour, they decided to head home. It had been a wild ride and it was time for a rest, as long as they rested together.
They quietly walked into their bedroom and Adam built a fire in their fireplace. Kris grabbed pillows and blankets and set them in front. They took off their jackets, ties and shoes and stretched out together, spooning.
“I am so tired Kris. I feel like my body could sleep for days and my mind for weeks.”
Kris unbuttoned his shirt and gently taking Adam’s hand, slipped it inside over his heart.
“When we took our vows, I didn’t think ‘for better or for worse’ could be this intense. But we survived.”
“Adam, do you think in the afterlife, we’ll still be together?”
Adam kissed his husband’s temple and rested his head against his. Kris’ heart thumped beneath his hand and he pulled Kris against him.
“Love never dies baby, love never dies.”
The Beginning.
Deb’s Notes: This is it folks, the last chapter. Thank you for taking this intense journey with me. To quote my story, it has been a wild ride. Hope it was worth the ticket. I’ll have more stories up soon, including a new chapter story. XOX to all. Cheers.
Just a last thought - you haven’t seen the end of Hannah, Joshua and Mrs. Willowby. I’ve grown attached to them and in any future stories I write concerning Adam and Kris’ children, they will come back and visit.
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris, OMCs
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys. This never happened.
Summary: Adam’s attempt to honor the past creates chaos and terror in the present
Warnings: language, angst, sex, murder off page, hauntings, supernatural possession - BEWARE OF TRIGGERS: new warnings may be added as warranted
Chapter 1 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6232.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6630.html#cutid1
Chapter 3 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6833.html#cutid1
Chapter 4 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7322.html#cutid1
Chapter 5 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7499.html#cutid1
Chapter 6 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8153.html#cutid1
Chapter 7 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8258.html#cutid1
Chapter 8 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8898.html#cutid1
Chapter 9 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/9503.html#cutid1
Chapter 10 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/9836.html#cutid1
Chapter 11 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/10145.html#cutid1
Chapter 12 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/11102.html#cutid1
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Kris paced around the top of their driveway, listening to his heart pounding and for the car. He never thought he could miss someone so much, unconditionally love someone so much that next to breathing, they were his life’s blood.
“Are they here yet?” Adam called out, moving awkwardly out of the house and joining Kris outside. They weaved their fingers together, squeezing.
“No. She said 2:30 right?”
“Give or take an hour, depending on traffic.”
Adam tugged at the back of his jeans.
Kris twitched the side of his mouth.
“Still sore?” he asked, soothingly rubbing Adam’s backside.
“You gave me quite a workout last night.”
“You did put me in charge.”
Adam pulled on Kris’ hand, bringing him against Adam’s chest and he tugged on Kris’ bottom lip with his teeth.
“You are such a drill sergeant Mr. Allen and I do mean ‘drill’.”
A horn alerted them to their arrival.
“You remember the last two times we waited here like this, like grinning fools.”
“Sure do Daddy, the first days our children came home.”
“This is nearly as good.”
As Leila’s car pulled up, Adam and Kris could see Hannah in the back window, waving wildly. Joshie, as usual, was sound asleep. That kid could sleep through anything. Mrs. Willowby got out first. She gave Kris a big hug, and then turned to Adam, her eyes glistening.
“Oh my laddie, we were so scared for you.” Cupping his face with her hands, she brought his head down and gave him a motherly kiss on the forehead. Adam threw his arms around her.
“Thank you Mrs. Willowby, but I’m okay. Everything is going to be okay now.”
Leila was next as Mrs. Willowby saw to the children. She took Kris with one arm, Adam with the other and initiated a group hug.
Out of earshot from the children, she whispered. “Don’t you two every get involved in something like this again.”
Adam raised an eyebrow and Kris smiled sheepishly.
“You told her?”
“I forced it out of him sweetheart. I had a right to know what was potentially killing my son.”
“Well, to tell you the truth mom…”
“We’ve had enough ghost busting. It all stops.”
Kris wasn’t lying - after tomorrow night’s show, it would be over, for good.
Freed from her care seat, Hannah flew at her favorite guys in the world. She couldn’t decide who to hug first so since they were standing side by side, she split the difference and hugged their legs, one in each little arm.
Kris swept her up first, twirling her around, laughing at her squeals.
“Daddy, daddy!”
“Hello Sweetpea, I missed you.”
Meanwhile, Adam held sleeping Joshua in his arms. He looked into the angelic face and a single tear dropped down his cheek. He had come so close to loosing his family, to loosing everything.
Leila placed a motherly hand on his back.
“You may be grown up with a family of your own Adam but you’re still my baby. If had lost you…”
Her tears flowed freely and he circled her with his arm.
Kris extended an arm to Mrs. Willowby and the small group headed indoors to the kitchen and the ice cream sundae party the guys planned.
During the welcome home party, Hannah hugged her Papa, telling him everything she told her Daddy. She said Audra was gone and Adam told her she was on her way home but that she wanted to thank Hannah for helping her.
Adam wished his mom could stay longer but she had to get back. While Adam walked her to her car, and Mrs. Willowby took Hannah and Joshie to get them cleaned up and settled back in, Kris cleaned up the kitchen. He looked at the opened bottle of chocolate sauce and half can of whipped cream. He and Adam would use them up - later.
--*--
It was the middle of the night and Kris and Adam were sound asleep, empty containers of sauce and cream on the floor. Adam was on his stomach, his resting on the mattress and Kris was tucked up against his side, facing the other way.
The bedroom door silently opened, just enough for a little Sweetpea to slip through. She was in her nightie, hugging Madeline tightly. Hannah tiptoed to the bed and looked at her Papa, chewing her bottom lip. He looked like he was asleep but she had to make sure he was okay.
She crawled up on the bed and lay down beside him, her face close to his. Hannah touched his cheek with her tiny hand. Papa opened his eyes and smiled at her.
“Are you okay Papa?” she whispered.
“I’m fine Hannah, just fine,” he whispered back.
“Are you still sick?”
Adam covered her hand with his, removing it from his cheek and kissing it.
“No, baby, I’m not. Did Nanna tell you I was sick?”
“No, I heard things. Nanna cried a lot.”
Hannah started to sniffle.
“Ah, Sweetpea, come here.”
Hannah scooted over beside her Papa. Adam reached up and brought around a pillow for her and then reached down the bed for his robe and covered her. He draped an arm over her and Madeline, drawing her near.
“I was sick, for a little bit, but I’m okay, I promise.”
“Why was Nanna crying?”
“Because she was scared. It’s alright to cry when you’re scared.”
“Do you cry when you’re scared Papa?”
“I do Hannah, I do.”
“Love…you…Papa.”
As she spoke, she fell asleep. Adam brushed her blond curls off her forehead and closed his eyes. Her tiny heartbeat lulled him back to sleep.
--*--
The supper club reopening was a huge success. It was by invitation only and everyone Paula had invited came. She seemed to enjoy herself but Kris and Adam could tell she was nervous - not about the club but about the other unseen guests. They knew Audra would behave herself but they couldn’t say the same about Bobby.
“So, what’s the plan,” Paula asked, waiting with the boys offstage, as the opening acts performed.
“Adam and I will do our set and then before the final song, I’ll do a solo bit while Adam goes into the dressing room and gets…”
“…possessed. Adam, I don’t like this, I don’t like this one bit,” Paula complained, her eyes wide with fright.
Adam took her hands, reassuring her.
“Paula, this time it’s different. I won’t be wearing the necklace and Audra will be in me but not controlling me. Her voice will be my voice and when it’s over, she’ll go home, end of story.”
“What about him?”
He knew she meant Bobby.
“We won’t know if he disappears when Audra is gone but Kris and I have it covered. One way or the other, he won’t be bothering anyone anymore.”
“Lover, it’s time to start.”
They kissed Paula and she headed center stage to introduce them. Kris and Adam held hands, and took deep breaths. They had performed hundreds of times by this point in their careers but tonight was certainly different.
Dressed in vintage 1940s tuxedos and looking the dashing Hollywood heart throbs, they stepped onto the stage to huge applause. Kris couldn’t help staring at his husband as he sang. Adam had slicked his hair back and wore nearly no make up; it reminded Kris of Adam’s “Tracks of My Tears” performance years ago on Idol. Adam certainly knew how to interpret the music.
While Kris did his solo numbers, Adam sat on a stool beside the piano and watched him. There was no one in the club but them, in Adam’s eyes. His life would be complete if all he ever did was sit by his adorable husband and listen to him play music and sing.
The performance went by much too fast. Between songs, Adam and Kris chatted with the audience, giving them some background on each song, why they chose to sing these particular songs. Eventually, they came to Kris’ final solo song.
Adam excused himself, telling the audience playfully he had to powder his nose, but he wasn’t out of earshot when Kris introduced his final song.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to dedicate “The More I See You” to my beautiful husband Adam and to our precious children Hannah and Joshua.”
Adam entered their dressing room. It had been Audra’s dressing room in the day and they requested it specifically. Sitting at the make up table, he opened the top drawer and withdrew the necklace, laying it on the table top. He looked at himself in the mirror and called her.
“Audra, I’m here. It’s time for your return engagement.”
--*--
Kris finished his song and Adam was right there on cue. He didn’t look any different, walking onto the stage and taking his seat. He looked to Kris and smiled, a slight nod - Audra was with them. Kris looked closer at Adam and did notice one change; his eyes were twice as blue, twice as sparkling, twice as lively.
Kris began the beautiful intro and Adam slowly lifted the mic to his lips, eyes closing, a smile on his lips.
The song just flowed. They’d been bewitched by two ghosts - one a devil, the other an angel; they’d been bothered by the mysterious happenings that came into their lives; and bewildered by events that pulled them apart and brought them together twice as strong.
Adam sang to the audience but at times he looked to his husband of seven years and meant the words only for him:
“I'll sing to him, each spring to him / And long, for the day when I'll cling to him /
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I.”
The song and musical set came to a successful end and the audience stood, the applause shaking the walls. Kris and Adam held hands, bowing. They bowed again. The applause continued as they walked off into the wings. Adam took Kris’ hand and they ran into the dressing room. Kris threw his arms around Adam.
“Oh Lover, you were fantastic! You too Audra.”
Adam swayed a little in Kris’ embrace, a single tear on his cheek.
“Adam, you alright?”
“It’s a happy tear, Audra’s a little excited.”
Adam sat on the chair, staring into space. His head was tilted slightly, as if he was listening to someone and he was.
“Audra says thank you.”
“Your welcome.”
Adam listened again then spoke into space.
“I don’t know, I’ll ask him. Audra wants to know if she can kiss you goodbye. She thinks you’re awfully cute and sweet.”
Kris blushed. Adam had a playful grin on his face.
“You do realize you’ll have to kiss the messenger.”
“Sure, sure, why not.”
The leaned in and the kiss was soft and chaste, matched only by Adam and Kris’ first tentative kiss the day they admitted they loved each other.
They looked into each others face and Adam’s expression softened and his lips moved but Audra’s voice came out.
“Good bye Adam and Kris, and thank you.”
Adam’s eyes shut, like he’d been hit by a flash of light and he nearly fell off the chair. Kris caught him.
Adam recovered quickly.
“She’s gone.”
“What about him?”
“I don’t know, we better see the rest of the plan through.”
Kris put the necklace in his pocket and they headed to the parking lot.
“Adam, did you remember the mallet?”
“It’s in the trunk.”
--*--
The breeze was blowing cold off the Pacific Ocean as the boys pulled up to the cliff edge. The night sky sparkled with stars and there was not a soul in sight.
Kris and Adam got out, hugging themselves. Bobby got out too, confused and worried.
“What the fuck’s going on?” Bobby demanded, but of course his companions couldn’t see or hear him.
Kris took the necklace out of his pocket and Adam popped the trunk, digging around in the dark til he found the mallet.
The boys walked close to the edge and wrapping the necklace in a cloth, Kris set it down on the ground. Without fanfare, Adam lifted the mallet and brought it down hard on the bundle.
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Bobby shattered into shards of darkness, spinning around in a contained bubble. Kris picked up the bundle and opened it - the necklace was destroyed. They scattered the pieces over the cliff and that was that. They got back in the car and drove back to the party. They never looked back, and even if they did, they wouldn’t have seen the swirling darkness that followed the bits of metal and disappeared beneath the waves.
--*--
The party had been fun but after an hour, they decided to head home. It had been a wild ride and it was time for a rest, as long as they rested together.
They quietly walked into their bedroom and Adam built a fire in their fireplace. Kris grabbed pillows and blankets and set them in front. They took off their jackets, ties and shoes and stretched out together, spooning.
“I am so tired Kris. I feel like my body could sleep for days and my mind for weeks.”
Kris unbuttoned his shirt and gently taking Adam’s hand, slipped it inside over his heart.
“When we took our vows, I didn’t think ‘for better or for worse’ could be this intense. But we survived.”
“Adam, do you think in the afterlife, we’ll still be together?”
Adam kissed his husband’s temple and rested his head against his. Kris’ heart thumped beneath his hand and he pulled Kris against him.
“Love never dies baby, love never dies.”
The Beginning.
Deb’s Notes: This is it folks, the last chapter. Thank you for taking this intense journey with me. To quote my story, it has been a wild ride. Hope it was worth the ticket. I’ll have more stories up soon, including a new chapter story. XOX to all. Cheers.
Just a last thought - you haven’t seen the end of Hannah, Joshua and Mrs. Willowby. I’ve grown attached to them and in any future stories I write concerning Adam and Kris’ children, they will come back and visit.