Epilogue

Luke

Two years later

Eight months after meeting Bea, I married her among the apple trees in my orchard, the fall season popping with colors and abundant with fruit.

She looked radiant in her lacy white dress, and we celebrated with a huge party and a honeymoon to Hawaii, her dream vacation spot. We spent a month there, exploring the islands and immersing ourselves in the wonderful culture of the native people.

I used some of my savings and splurged on a yacht rental, and with only the blue ocean water and my woman, life was fucking fantastic. We fucked, tanned, swam, ate delicious food, and slept on repeat.

On the islands, we explored the lands and attended pig roasts and luau shows. And when we headed back to Appleridge, rested and tanned, our new life began with Bea teaching in Apple Falls, and me tending to my orchard.

When Christmas rolled around, we worked as Santa and Mrs. Claus, and this time, Katie had nothing to say, considering we were husband and wife.

I knew it would become an annual tradition, and sure enough, we were back in Appleridge’s Christmas village the following Christmas.

It was the night before Christmas Eve, and so far, it had been our busiest night yet. A snowstorm was due to start tonight, and it seemed like everyone in town came out. It kind of reminded me of two years ago when I first met Bea…yet this time, she came home with me every night, just like last year.

“Babe,” Bea said, her face glowing as she changed into her Mrs. Claus suit. “A big snowstorm is coming tonight.” Her excitement was contagious, though I wasn’t quite sure why, considering we always got snow around here. But if she was excited, then so was I.

“Wooo, more shoveling,” I joked as I pulled her in for a kiss.

“No, silly. It’s like the first Christmas we spent together. We’ll be snowed in again. This time in our warm, comfy home with Mr. Pickles and our even bigger hot tub.” Bea stood on her tiptoes and placed her lips against my ear. “I’ve also got a surprise.”

“A surprise? You know I have everything I’ve ever wanted in you, darling.”

“You like this surprise, though. I promise.”

“Is it new sexy red lingerie?”

“Now, Santa, you really need to behave. Children are waiting for us.”

“How do you expect me to behave when my Mrs. Claus is so fucking sexy?”

“I’m sure you’ll manage. Just think of me as a gift. You’ll get to unwrap me later.” Bea winked, and my cock sprang to life. As usual around her sexy ass.

“Can you stay wrapped up in my arms? That’s all I really want, in front of the warm fire, with Mr. Pickles.”

“Always, Santa. Now let’s get our job done so we can go home and have some fun later.”

“Yes, ma’am!” I said as I slapped her ass and followed her out front to our seats.

Later that night, she surprised me with the best gift of all.

She was pregnant with our first child.

And as we went on to have a few more, every year, without fail, we showed up as Santa and Mrs. Claus for Appleridge’s Christmas village.

THE END