Page 138 of Waiting for Redemption

“I know this may not be the time to ask but, what’s in the grocery bag?” He lets out a tired laugh and looks around before grabbing a decorative towel from the counter that got thrown out of a box earlier to clean us up with. After handing me my underwear and myBad Bunniesshirt from the ground, he walks over to the table.

“Close your eyes,” he instructs, earning a curious look from me before I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Okay, they’re closed.”

“No peeking.” I hear him rustling through the bag and moving around the kitchen a bit before he finally tells me to open. It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust but when they do I see Tank standing in nothing but an apron that sayshot stuffon it, with two oven mitts over his hands and I can’t hold back my laughter.

“What on earth are you doing?”

“Well, the last time we tried making yours and Hendrix’s favorite casserole together, it didn’t end very well. So, I thought tonight we could try again. I want to make some good memories to replace the bad ones. And this time, ya know, I’m prepared.” He waves at me with his mitt-covered hands making me laugh again. I hop down from the counter and run over to him and jump in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“I think that’s a great idea.” I lean down to kiss him as he tosses the oven mitts off to squeeze my ass. “Are you gonna cook injustthat apron?” I ask excitedly.

“No.” He chuckles. “I can’t cook with my cock out, that’s too weird. But Icando just the apron and my boxers if that’s something you’re into.”

“That’s fair.” I giggle, earning a smile from him that melts me.

“Also, I have a new special ingredient of my own to try this time.” He pulls out chili powder from the bag and shakes it. “Trust me, it’s gonna be amazing.”

As always, he’s right.

We spend twenty minutes cooking in our underwear, laughing and kissing each other every chance we get, talking about all the holidays, birthday parties, and dinners we’ll get to host here—replacing the bad memories with good ones.

After we finish our dinner, Tank runs us a bubble bath in our massive new jetted tub, which was amajorselling point for me, and we enjoy the last bit of our uninterrupted time together.

“Thank you for doing life with me, Honey.” He pulls my back flush with his chest, making the water swish around us as he kisses the top of my head.

“I would never want to do it with anyone else, my love.” I tilt my head to look up at him as my hands trail along his muscular thighs and he leans in to kiss me again.

“Good. Because I’m never letting you go.” He nips my bottom lip, grabbing my left hand with his to intertwine our fingers and line up our tattoos. “Not even death shall part us.”

THE END.

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