Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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RORY

"I got Switch."

"I got Bitsy."

We headed next door to my parents house. Yeah, having them right next door was a godsend for us with two kids under the age of five. You read about Grandpas Ren and Peydran, Uncle Ronnie and Cyn, and Aunt Shah and Euri in Book 3, right?

Well, my parents stayed in Shurwinn until Grampa Peydran was gone then came here permanently to be near me and my kids. Oh, you want to know more about Grampa Peydran? It was peaceful. He was eighty-eight and passed in his sleep, probably listening to Ren's songs in his dreams.

They didn't have a big service for him, just stored the cremains next to Grampa Ren's in the Ayela Arcana Sanctuary. We'll go back and visit, but not for a while. When the kids are old enough to understand, we'll show them everything. 'Til then, they get to enjoy life with all their cousins and family busy around them day after day, laugh after laugh, and tear after tear.

"Come here, you rascal," Daddy threw my squealing son in the air and caught him, Bitsy holding her arms up and wanting one too. Mom plucked her up and tossed her gently, cooing at her.

We dropped the kids off and headed out. Just to the diner for some alone time while my parents watched the kids overnight. No, Brick didn't work at the diner anymore. He and Joey'd married years ago and had a little girl we saw every now and then. Not so much lately. Everyone was busy with their own families.

I wanted to lay my head on the diner table and go to sleep. Sly laughed at me. Date night: let's go to the cabin and take a nap.

"We can get burgers to go, baby."

I nodded, and we ate greasy food watching a rom-com on stream and crashed.

It was me and Slydar in bed, in the cabin, alone, no kids. Whaddaya think happened next?

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I was the one who woke up first. 'Cuz I had to pee, of course. Sly didn't even move. Until I slid against his back and started kissing his shoulder. He turned over and pulled me onto him.

I smiled against his skin, and he smiled into my hair. He still felt good. Didn't matter how many years'd gone by, he was still my favorite taste, the best sound, and everything I wanted.

Tell me again how much you love me, Rory.

Just fuck me, Sly. Don't be coy tonight. Chuckling, he rolled me over and kissed his way down.

I know you want it, Rory. Tell me.

Husband, if you don't fuck me now, I'm never screaming your name again.

You don't mean it.

Test me.

Don't want to, and he slid home, showing me exactly how good we still were. And hells, no kids meant cussing was back on the table!

Slydar! I love you. I love you, and I can't stop.

Rory, oh fucking hells, baby, you feel so damn good, and I want to cuss and cuss.

Bastard! Turd fucker! Shit head! I fucking love it when you go to town on me.

Crazy ass bitch mother of my children your pussy is the best thing in this fucking damned Cosmos. Come for me baby. You've got three in you tonight. I know you do. I'll hang on. You let go, mother fucker. Wait, you know I don't mean any of that, right? Well, the three part, but not the naughty words? Baby?

Fuck me, you bastard.

And he did. And he'd been right. Three. In a row. We still had it.

We slept until ten the next day, lingered over breakfast and coffee, and then did what we'd really come for. It was a weekend romantic getaway, but we were also marking a special occasion. Setting our empty coffee cups down, we went to the fireplace mantle and picked up Borden Sloan's beautiful candlestick.

Sly put the white candle in, and I lit it. The flame flickered gently, and little puffs of smoke wafted up. Why was I being ceremonial on a Saturday morining? Because two days prior, my Aunties and Uncles had left the Known Cosmos.

Yep, you read about it in Book 3, but we didn't tell ya that we marked the occasion. The candle was how Sly and I decided to say goodbye to Uncle Ronnie, Cyn, Euri, and Shah, or really, how to keep their memories alive.

"Uncle Euri, Auntie Shah? Cyn? Ronnie? Poppop Ren always said Ryst could hear us, so can you hear me? If so, I love you. I'll miss you, I'm sure, but I'm glad you found your way home. We've got a lot of life to live, and we're gonna keep living it. But watch over us. We'll keep listening to the breeze just like you taught us. I love you. And thanks. Thanks for loving me my whole life."

Then we blew out the candle together, and that became a little ritual we did every time we stayed at The Cabin— as a little memorial to the people who loved the Talented enough to create a wonderful place just for us.

After that, we went home, rested and happy, and my parents dropped the kids off, bathed, fed, and ready for nap time.

Date night. We did it every week for the rest of our lives, and often as not, we made it up to The Cabin. We took the kids here and there, yeah, but mostly, we saved The Cabin just for the two of us, even if it was for only a night.

Weeks turned into months and then years flew by, and the story got so busy I forgot to keep track for ya. But you know how it goes, you're writing a story of your own, aren't ya?