Sylvie’s eyes went to Creed.
“Dear God,” Brand started. “Thanks for health and food and family and friends. Oh, and love, I guess. Amen.”
Creed’s firstborn son lifted his head and reached immediately for the potatoes.
Creed watched Sylvie’s shoulders start shaking.
He grinned at his wife.
“Mommy! I wanna sit by Adam!” Jesse shrieked.
Sylvie shot out of her seat.
His wife spoiled the dog and her son.
Creed spoiled the cat and his sweet little Ray.
Both of them, in different ways, spoiled Kara and Brand.
Kara and Brand spoiled all of them.
The perfect family.
Finally.
Creed drew in a breath and grabbed the platter of meat.
*
One year and nine months later…
Creed sat at the end of their pier, jeans rolled up, feet in the water and he stared at the moonlight glinting on the lake as Sylvie burrowed her shoulder into his side.
He wrapped his arm around her.
When he did, Creed remembered the first time she did that, in the woods when he told her he intended to be Creed.
He felt his lips tip up slightly and curled his wife closer.
She didn’t put her feet in the water. She curved them under her. Since he’d just finished making love to her, she was wearing nothing but her panties and his tee and he remembered the last time he had that, too.
Vividly.
Years, the memory of his Sylvie finally becoming all his at the age of eighteen had been bittersweet.
Now it was just sweet.
She snaked an arm around his gut and shoved closer even as she asked, “Do you think we should get back to the hotel?”
“Kara’s got ‘em, baby,” Creed muttered and he was right. His girl would look after the kids. All of them, even Brand, were with her in their adjoining suite.
“You wanna stay,” she murmured.
Yeah, he did. He always did. Every year, when they came back and he brought his Sylvie out here in the moonlight, he wanted to stay as long as they could.
So they did.
“Yeah,” he answered softly and she snuggled closer.
His Sylvie.
Their spot.
Their lake.
Their pier.
No more bitter, just sweet.
Yeah, his Sylvie, weaving dreams.
He drew in a deep breath and felt every millisecond of its release as he stared at the water, holding his woman pressed close.
He did this a while.
Then he was done doing it and he turned into her. She knew his intent and she tipped her head back to prepare.
Creed took her mouth.
Then he moved her to the blanket he spread on the pier.
There, again, he made love to her.
And when he did, Tucker Creed finally gave Sylvie Creed everything she wanted.
Because when they made love in the moonlight on their pier, he planted inside his wife, his Sylvie, baby number four.
Thus proving, yet again, Tucker Creed could also weave dreams.
The Unfinished Hero Series will continue with the story of Raid.
About the Author
Kristen Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana but has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write.
Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multi-generational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland and existed amongst the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).
Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.
And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.