Page 195 of Every Silent Lie

December 23rd

My cock can’t get enough of you. We’re doing THAT again tonight.

I smile as I take the calendar, but it drops when I see it’s still on yesterday. Oh my days, did Mr. Percival see this? I shoot my eyes to Dec.

Mr. Percival chuckles. “Don’t look at him, dear.”

Oh my God, he’s seen it. “Well, I can’t look at you.”

He laughs harder, and Dec grins. “In my defence, I did warn him not to look.”

“That’s like telling Albi not to eat the Jelly Babies in the bowls scattered around the house, for Christ’s sake,” Mr. Percival says over a laugh. “Turn to today.”

Mortified, I flip the page to today. And I’m frozen again. It’s Albi’s handwriting, a beautiful mess of words.

December 24th

We love you, Camryn! More than Spitfires and Lego and Jelly Babies and busting balls!

Will you marry us? Please, please, please say yes!

Thank you. Lots and lots of love, Daddy & Albi xxx

The tears start rolling again, and I’m sure my mascara is streaking my cheeks. And when I look up and see Albi in the doorway, they come harder. He’s on his knee, a ring box open being held out to me.

Oh my heart.

“Wait for me, fella,” Dec says, hurrying over and joining him, dropping to one knee next to his boy. Our boy. “Well?” Dec asks.

“Will you?” Albi chirps. “Please, please, please?”

I have no idea what I did to deserve this beautiful man or his gorgeous little boy. Blessings. Both of them.

I walk across the room and drop to my knees too, pulling them both close to me.

And that’s all the answer they need.

I’m never letting them go.

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THE END