Snowed In(manxman)

Epilogue

Epilogue

Will woke with the dawn and stretched his arms over his head. He reached out for Turner but found that he was alone in the bed. 

Will frowned. 

Christmas morning and he was alone. 

As a matter of fact it seemed that Christmas had been all but forgotten this year. No one in the home, not even seven year old Callie, had mentioned the holiday a single time. 

It seemed everyone was afraid of what Turner’s reaction might be. Will certainly hadn’t brought up the subject of that jolliest of holidays that turned his man into a walking, talking Scrooge. He hadn’t wanted to have a repeat of their first Christmas together--that would have been disastrous. 

Through, he had gotten Turner a gift… As a matter of fact, he needed to get dressed and head out to the barn to make sure Sam, one of the ranch hands, had gotten the gift safely back to the ranch last night. 

Will tossed his legs over the side of the bed and stood slowly, feeling the ache in his body from Turner’s love making the night before. The man was insatiable, but Will wasn’t about to complain. He found it amazing that after a year they still felt such a passion for each other--as a matter of fact it had done nothing but grow as the days had gone by. 

Will smiled as he dressed and looked around the large master bedroom. He and Turner had moved back in up here after Christopher had insisted that he no longer wanted to be anywhere near the office and was washing his hands of paperwork duty. 

Paperwork duty had fallen on Will’s shoulders but he didn’t mind. Being a gambler, he had a knack for numbers and figures…. He’d learned that Turner truly hated doing that work the night he’d come in and found the man rubbing his temples, cursing and vowing he was going to burn it all to the ground. 

Will had proceeded to shove everything off the desk and lay himself across it and the furious way Turner had made love to him after had made the job of reorganizing all those papers very much worth it. 

Now, the office work, was Will’s responsibility. 

Will reached for the door but before he touched it, it swung open and Turner strode in looking more than a little flushed and harried, “What’s wrong?” Will demanded. “Is Lillith okay?” 

His mind instantly went to the woman who was more than halfway through her pregnancy. Who would have known that two people, who had both lost spouses that they’d loved with all their hearts, would meet, realize it was their second chances, fall in love and marry, all within three months of Lillith riding onto the ranch with Turner and Will? Christopher and Lillith were nearly inseparable and Lillith had turned out to be a really good mother to Callie. 

“She’s fine,” Turner replied quickly. “Where are you going?” 

“I have something to check on,” Will replied evasively. 

“What?”