The Stepmom (GirlxGirl) [Short]

Epilogue

Guys idk but I decided to listen to these songs while I wrote this and it was perfection.

Mountains by Odessa Rose

Explosion by Ellie Goulding

 

 Four Years Later

 

 

I groaned and reluctantly went off with Brent to collect the luggage, eying my girlfriend once more before I left. I knew she didn’t like flying, but still we didn’t have much of a choice. It’s not like you could just drive across the pacific to Camden, London because I would have—just so she wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath of flying.

“She’ll be fine once we get to the hotel.” Brent gave me a pat on the shoulder and handed me one of the suitcases. We each rolled them outside and hauled them into the back of the taxi, and then I immediately went over to tend to my woman.

“C’mon guys, it’s freezing!” Hannah complained, snuggling into Brent’s arms in the back of the taxi.

After a long drive, we were finally at the Northern Hotel. It looked even better than we could have imagined. Hannah checked us four in and got the two room keys, and then we all piled into the elevator. This wasn’t exactly the ideal situation, but the trip wasn’t exactly planned. Now, four years later, I’ve found myself in London.

Since Hannah was studying fashion, she woke up one night and just started drawing. She was sat there for hours perfecting it—I would know, we were living together after all. Whether by chance or by luck, she got an internship at this clothing design firm and her boss happened to see one of her designs.

Anyways, the man loved it and insisted that she make the dress. Thus, we’re here today in London for one of the largest annual fashion shows where someone would be modeling her dress.

“Okay guys, get some rest. Brent and I will come over tomorrow to have brunch, then we’ll check out the city.” Hannah tossed me a room key. She and Brent have been dating for about two years now. I scanned the key card and stepped aside for my girlfriend to enter before me, the dragged the good for nothing suitcase behind me and tossed it in a corner.

She grabbed a handful of her dark hair and pulled it into a loose ponytail, just the way I loved it. “How are you feeling?” I asked stripping out of the layers of clothing.

“Better,” she said. “It’s freezing in here,”

“I’ll check the thermostat.” I tossed the clothes over one of the couches and turned the dial up on the thermostat. “C’mere,” I sat on the bed and pulled her between my legs, undressing her. “You still look so pale babe.” I pulled her under the covers beside me and wrapped my arms around her.

“I feel fine Sach.” Tiffany told me, rolling her eyes.

I knew how she got after flying and she got over her airsickness too quickly—it was strange. “Yeah, yeah. Alright Tiff, whatever you say.”

She shifted in my arms to face me. “I’m not really tired.” I could hear her little pout. Turning, I quickly flipped the switch on the lamp so I could see the pout.

I smirked, “Neither am I.”

I rolled over with both arms at either side of her. “What do you think we should do?” She ran a soft hand through my now mid-length, brown hair that I’d cut and dyed a few weeks ago.

“Umm…” before she could continue, I leaned in and captured her lips. Even though it’s been three years since we officially started dating, the kiss was still as sensual as ever.