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They call them trinity (epilogue)

"Here. She's yours if you want her."
Beanz barks from her pocket on the other side of the saddle, greeting Grace, who's now holding the most lively puppy she's ever seen.
"Well, she's cute" She admits.
"Goose. Her name is Goose."
Santa Clara is quiet in the morning - the mission's bells the only sound breaking the silence. No buzzing noise from the street, no hooves stomping, no dogs barking madly at the kids playing in the back alleys. Only the sound of bells, and a birdsong barely reaching their ears.
So this is how it feels.
Hannah would have not slept at all, if it wasn't for the fact that one needs to sleep in order to wake up. So she let herself slumber, dozing off while rubbing her nose against Grace's back. She couldn't see the woman's kiss-swollen lips curling into a smile, but she could easily guess from the satisfied sigh they let out. Her eyes fought to stay open one more minute to enjoy the thumb drawing circles on the back of her hand, but then gave up, eyelashes tickling Grace's skin one final time.
And now it's morning, and it's quiet, warm, and slightly overwhelming.
So this is how it feels.
Hannah wakes up in the same position she fell asleep in, one arm lazily resting over Grace's side - their fingers intertwined somewhere on the other side of the tall woman's body. She wonders if cutting off her other arm altogether is an option at all, because she has no idea where she is supposed to keep it. It's tingling from being kept under her own weight all night, and feels numb and painful at the same time.
Not that it matters.
She shuffles closer to bury her nose in Grace's hair, and presses her chest against the woman's back.
"Mmmh."
Hannah stops, uncertain, not sure if Grace wants to wake up yet. The room they chose has a reasonably sized window that's unreasonably lacking curtains, so the mid-morning sunlight hits them in patches, filtering in through the partially opened blinds. It's sort of late, and it sort of doesn't matter.
It hits her that they have nowhere to be. Not for a while, not until they get hungry again. They can lay there, soaking in each other's skin, until the moment they'll need to remind themselves they're two separate beings - if that's really something they want to do. The thought makes her hand close a bit tighter around Grace's, causing another moan - this time followed by a short giggle.
"Do you have ants in your pants?" a voice asks, playfully.
"You know I'm not wearing pants" Hannah replies, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder.
"Mmh true" Grace admits, rolling over to face the shorter woman "I should know."
Hannah's eyes hover over every detail on her face, and all Grace can see are her eyelashes moving up and down, until they flip up, revealing clear blue irides.
"Grace" she calls, needlessly.
"Mh?" the woman replies, brushing their noses together. It's almost too sweet, and Hannah feels something clenching around her throat. Her eyes are getting watery, and swallowing hurts - this is so stupid, she thinks, because Grace is frowning now and it's such a pity.
"Babe, are you okay?"
Babe. She never called her that - is that why she feels like crying? Hannah doesn't know exactly, she can't form proper thoughts but she can at least nod. So she does, violently, and smiles as much as she can without bursting into sobs.
"Han, I'm getting worried" Grace says, patiently, as the girl in front of her sniffles and a silent tear falls on the pillow. "What is it?"
"I'm just... very happy" she says ducking her head, resting it on Grace's shoulder.
After a second of surprise, Grace can't help a smile - her hand comes to the girl's head, rubbing softly at her scalp. Hannah nests into her arms for the time it takes her to wrap her head around the fact that she finally woke up close to someone - and that someone is Grace Helbig, deadly assassin, national hero, and incidentally the woman she loves.
"I'm not crying, by the way" She adds.
"Sure" Grace chuckles, and presses her cheek against Hannah's head.
"Also" Hannah pulls back, hurriedly "I'm just happy for this, like - us, here, now - I'm not assuming that we're a thing now, or whatever. Because it's not like we can, anyway, and you made it very clear that there's no settling down or- "
"How about you shut up, Han?"
Hannah's mouth shuts, her teeth making a knocking sound, and she nods, pensive.
"'mkay. Sorry."
"No sorrys"
"Yes ma'am"
"That's better" Grace concludes, and pecks at the girl's lips.
They lay there for a while, just getting used to each other's presence and scent. Each time their eyes meet triggers a smile and Grace thinks it's ridiculous but somehow inevitable.
"I didn't mean you should stop talking altogether" she says when she's had enough of the silence.
"Really?" Hannah teases "cause that's kinda what shut up means."
"You're playing with fire" Grace threatens, jokingly.
"There is one thing I want to tell you though..."
Hannah's face is serious now, and her cheeks are quickly heating up.
"Is it something I don't know?" Grace asks.
"Oh, I think you know" Hannah replies, shyly. Her ears are so hot and red she feels like someone's holding two lit candles behind them.
Grace shuffles, pretending to keep her cool, but her heart is beating in her throat and her poker face has gone out the window. She's blushing too, unwittingly biting her lower lip in anticipation - because yeah, she kinda knows. Hannah takes a deeper breath, and absent-mindedly runs her fingers up and down Grace's arm.
"Grace, I... - ooophf!"
Her stomach is squeezed by four tiny paws when an excited and extremely untimely puppy sneaks between them, wiggling her own body, pressing her head against Grace's chin.
"Goose... Goose!" Grace protests. The dog's trying to lick her face, but she somehow manages to keep her at distance. "If you knew where this face has been..."
Hannah turns a deeper shade of red while Grace is shocked at her own words, until they both laugh to shake off the embarrassment.
"Whoa, language! She's just a baby."
Grace managed to make Goose sit by rubbing her behind her ears, and the puppy is now blissfully panting, her tongue hanging out.
"You know, Goose" she tells the dog, whose eyes roll up to look at her "Your mom was about to tell me something."
"I'm not her mom, she's yours" Hannah objects, "I can be her aunt."
"Your other mom, with whom I had the misfortune to fall in love, was about to tell me something."
Hannah stares at her in awe.
"You said it first" Hannah chuckles.
"I gave you two shots" Grace says, hiding her face behind Goose so only her eyes peek out between the dog's ears.
"Thank you, buddy" Hannah whispers rubbing the puppy's chest - and having four hands all over her body must be giving the dog a sensory overload, because she tips to her side, stretching her four paws towards the ceiling.
"You're so cute... I'm really happy you're mine" Grace says looking down at the dog, "and the puppy too."
Sacramento, September 1852
- - -
"What's wrong, Legs?" Mamrie asks, "this is good news, for fuck's sake! Cheer up."
"Yes, God, of course" she says, apologetic, "it's just... I guess I'm not sure what to do with myself now."
"Oh, don't worry," Hannah says "we have an idea."
- - -
"Hey! What's that?" The man rests on his shovel, lazily, looking at the paper that's being put up on the wall of the post office.
"Oh, hello!" Mr. Borg smiles good-naturedly, "Zis, my friend, is the greatest show you'll ever see! And it's coming to town zis week."
"Really?" The man asks unimpressed, "can't be that special."
"Oh, but it is!" Borg objects, "it has everything. Comedy. Love stories. Acrobatic dogs. Shooting competitions. Music. And magic! Three amazing performers, and nobody knows if..." he stops, and looks around, suspicious.
"If what?"
"The thing iz... you see zis poster?"
The man nods, puzzled.
"There are three men, und three women."
"And two dogs and a black horse"
"First of all, there are two horses" Borg says, "but the point is, they are only drei people! Three!"
"What do you mean?"
"Nobody knows how they do it, but they're both men und women!"
"That's impossible, mate" the man scoffs.
"Oh, aber it's true" Borg continues "zey say zey are godlike creatures with incredible powers. Zey say zey even know the secret to make water explode!"
His interlocutor shuffles, uncomfortable, but ultimately intrigued.
"I don't believe you... where can I see it?"
Borg takes a step on the side, showing off the artwork he made himself.
"Every evening for the next week, in the central square, they'll come with zeir caravans and put up zeir tents. zey're California's first and only itinerant show - the mysterious triad, the magic triangle, the terrific triplet! Zey are admired and feared. Men and women alike fell for zeir beauty and charm. They adore and worship them, and they call them: trinity!"

That's the end of this story! Hope you enjoyed it! The writers name is
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