It Took The Death of Hope

Chapter 41 - It Took The Death of Hope.

READERS NOTE - this is the ending to It Took the Death of Hope.  I do plan on doing a sequel at some point, but for now, please enjoy the ending. I want to say a quick shout-out to DixonVixen13 & joeyfilthx for the continued support by way of likes and comments - it is always great for a writer to get feedback on their work - it helps to let us know we are doing the right thing with and for our characters. Thank you to all the readers and those who also liked and added to their reading lists. It truly means the world to me.

A Few Days Later;

Las Vegas;

Corey Taylor...

I don't know what it is about Vegas that makes me feel at home. Maybe it is the sense of anonymity - most people were only interested in getting to whatever show they were going to or getting to the next Casino. The promise of money to be won outweighed everything else. Not that I am complaining because anonymity is exactly what I wanted this weekend. I think we all needed it to be honest.

Take today for example - Ash, Dylan, Charlie and myself had spent the day hanging out - shopping, eating and enjoying being with one another and we had only been approached a total of 3 times. That had to be a personal best for me.

My sister was over the moon to learn that not only was she going to be getting a sister-in-law, but she was also going to be an aunt in about 9 months-time; give or take.

Dylan had always wanted to have children - and I knew that when the time came; she'd excel at being a mom. Until then, my baby was going to be spoilt rotten by aunty Dy. I just know it. And I suspect that Ash realises it too.

I don't think that I have stopped smiling since we saw those results on the pregnancy test. Ash was just as happy - it was clear for the world to see.

Lying on the bed in our suite, I was waiting for the girl in question to finish getting ready. We were going down to the hotel restaurant with Dy and Charlie and then heading out to a drag-show. Ash was excited, ever since she started watching RuPaul's Drag Race - she has been desperate to see a drag-show for herself.

"What time is it?" she called out to me from the bathroom.

"We have 10 minutes before we have to meet my sister and Charlie," I replied glancing at my watch.

Finally the door opened and she appeared like a vision - an ivory evening gown clung to her devastating hips and other curves, the chiffon flow of the skirt hung loosely over her toned legs, a single line of diamonds cut into the waist, her plum hair hung in large ringlets around her beautifully made-up face. My God she was stunning. And she was all mine.

"Will I do?"

"Will you do?" I choked in response, "you are fucking perfect sweetheart, come here and give me some sugar?"

"How can I say no to that?" she giggled softly, swinging her hips as she moved towards me.

Reaching for her the minute she was within distance; I pulled her flush against me. Hooking my finger under her chin, I tilted her pretty face so that I could kiss her. Our lips met in a bruising lock of hunger and desperation.

"Marry me?"

"I already said yes..." she giggled softly against my lips.

"No, I mean tonight...marry me tonight?"

"Are you serious? You can't be serious..."

"I've never been more serious about anything in my life. I don't want to wait to be able to call you my wife. We can still do a big wedding back home but..."