Silver Buttons
Epilogue [End]
{This has been an amazing journey and I hope you all enjoyed some soft, daddy Terry}
The days were beautiful and filled with more love and laughter than Terry could have ever imagined was even possible for him. Marrying Jessi was the best thing he had ever done in his collective life events, of that he was sure. He had noticed Jessi seemed a little ‘hidden away,’ as of late, this worried him, he didn’t want to see his love in bad health or hurt in any way, if something was bothering her, he wanted to know, they had no secrets between them.
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” He asked one evening as they sat together on the couch watching one of their favorite shows, his arm was firm around her shoulders, looking down at her, his brow knitted with worry.
She peered up at him with those large, doe-like eyes that drove him wild, “I-I’m alight, Terry,” she said half-heartedly.
He didn’t believe it for one second, call it intuition, or the fact that he was well-trained in the military to catch those little changes, but, it was much simpler than that, he knew how his love ticked and what made her tick. To see the smallest of changes within her was easy for him. He rose a brow, looking down at her, expectant of a better answer.
She sighed heavily, “Alright, fine, fine,” she rolled her eyes and curled her feet under her, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, “It’s just… Your birthday is coming up and, I have a surprise for you, and I just don’t know if you’ll like it. I mean, I think you will but it’s not what you’d be expecting.”
Terry grinned, ‘She’s been upset over a gift she has for me… Sweet as sugar, what the hell did I do to deserve this angel?’ he thought to himself as he pulled Jessi onto his lap, she straddled him, curling her arms around his neck, avoiding eye contact.
Placing thumb and forefinger against her chin, guiding her gaze up to him, “Sweetheart,” he purred, “There isn’t a thing in this world that you could give to me that I’d dislike. I got you, the best gift to myself I could ever have… Baby, the fact that you’re worried about something silly like this just means you love me,” he smirked, “Whatever you plan on giving me, don’t worry, I know I’ll love it because your sweet, small hands will hand me whatever it is. Stop worrying about it, Jess, ok?”
Still in his grasp, she smiled reluctantly, “Ok,” she said quietly, “I love you, Terry, I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”
Terry gripped her jaw, bringing her lips to his, possessively kissing her, an arm snaked around her waist, keeping her in place as she wriggled and whimpered. She loved how dominant Terry could be, it still sometimes surprised her when he would do things like this, showing his love was either with psychical touch like this or surprise weekend getaways or even the small things like letting her sleep in on weekends and making sure the staff weren’t too loud so she could rest.
Breaking the kiss Terry smiled, still holding Jessi in a vice grip, “I love you, Jessi. I always will, my soul found the one it loves in you. Don’t ever be afraid or embarrassed, for any reason when it comes to us, whether it’s a gift or an emotion. I love all of you.”
Jessi always melted when Terry spoke like this, which was more often than one would think. Terry had an immeasurable sweet side, not many saw it, Jessi thought herself lucky that she saw the sides and pieces of this man and she could keep it all to herself.
‘I really, really hope he likes it,’ she worried to herself as she wrapped around Terry on the couch. Meanwhile, Terry sat there, content with Jessi on his lap, wrapped around him. Oh how he longed for the cool evenings when he would get home late to see Jessi wrapped up in his sweatshirt and sweatpants waiting for him on the couch, to easily lift those clothes from her beautiful flesh and warm himself against her.
A couple days later, Jessi took the afternoon off when she knew Terry couldn’t get away from his classes, his birthday was today, she had already, um, celebrated a little before he had left for work. He had woken up early, as always, she woke when his alarm went off, whispering ‘happy birthday, Terry,’ was all it took to make him smile then send a warning that he wanted to hear her scream his name before he left for the day. Of course, Terry got what he wanted.
She had to make the finishing touches on the painting she had worked endless evenings on. Terry always respected her art room, only entering when Jessi would giggle and tell him it was alright. He knew how important her painting was to her and wanted to give her the space she needed when she wanted to blow off some steam.
Duality. The very painting Jessi had on a large, six-by-five-foot canvas that Terry mentioned he would love to see finished. A self-portrait of sorts, one half of Jessi’s portrayal of herself melting into an ‘evil’ or ‘alter ego’ of herself. The light hues of the blues, greens and pale colors on her ‘normal/human’ side of the canvas, the greens of her eyes bright with accents of white to mimic a reflection. The ‘evil/alter ego’ side of her a contrast of dark forest greens, blacks, deep wine reds, a sinister smile on her face. Terry would mention it on occasion, that was the only painting she had never finished, and it was the one painting that she had ever used such a large canvas for.
The ethereal art was finally done, and Jessi hoped with everything within her that Terry would like it.
Jessi peered over her canvas, her eyes heavy after the last four hours she spent within her colors, she smiled, took a marker and carefully initialed and dated the dry paint in the corner. The opening of her easel on the back was perfect for her to write a personalized message for her husband.
‘To my husband, today is the day we celebrate you and nothing but you. I love you more than words could ever express. You are my heart, my muse, my love. May your days always be splendid, may my love suffice, may the good days outweigh the bad and may you feel the love that my warmth provides. I know this has been your favorite unfinished piece, I wanted to finish it for you, I hope you like it.
I love you, forever and always. Happy birthday, Terry.
Love, Jess’
She smiled, both in relief and satisfaction with how well the painting turned out. Sealing the painting after she had several fans finish the drying process. Running the pads of her fingers gently across the entirety of the artwork, she felt no tackiness, the wrapping paper she had picked out weeks ago sat patiently in the corner. Watching a couple videos online of some of the best ways to wrap a gift like a pro, she had fashioned a bow out of scraps of fabric, adhering it to the upper corner. Jessi decided to wrap the painting ‘backwards’ so that once the wrapping was torn away Terry could see the message she wrote first before flipping the canvas around.
A smile, always present on her face, walked with the awkward sized painting into the bedroom, it was almost always his first stop upon returning home so he could change into something more comfortable, or some formalwear for whatever gala event could be taking place that they were to attend. Not missing a beat Jessi dug into the back of her underwear drawer to retrieve a box of some of Terry’s favorite cigars, hurrying into the bathroom to scramble and grab another box that was hidden within a box of pads underneath the cabinet, she chuckled to herself, that was the perfect hiding place, the box within a box was a bottle of Terry’s most-used colognes.
The canvas, cigars and bottle were placed perfectly on the bed, not to mention the lovely card to add to the small gift pile. She knew Terry would be arriving home soon, rushing to clean herself up and place a dress on, she hurried down to the first floor to wander outside and wait to hear the roar of the engine from down the road.
Terry beamed seeing Jessi standing there waiting for him with that beautiful smile on her face. He quickly parked his car, scooping her in his arms and twirling her around, she giggled and laughed, making him smile even more, Terry always looked forward to coming home nowadays.
Pressing a kiss to her lips he smiled, holding her face in his hands, “How was your day, baby?” She was giddy, telling him she had a productive day and how happy she was to have him home. Terry firmly took her small hand in his, walking up to the third floor to their room, just as Jessi planned. Once they got to the door, Terry took Jessi in his arms once more, loving to hear the giggles come from his wife.
“There’s a surprise in there for you,” she murmured in between kisses.
“Oh? I thought my surprise was under this dress, perhaps that decadent set of lingerie I know you bought but haven’t worn yet,” he purred into her ear, nibbling at her neck.
She giggled further, “Let’s get in there, baby. I do have gifts in there for you.”
Terry melted, seeing the genuine smile on her face, opening the door he turned, still with Jessi in his arms, spotting the gifts on the bed. He placed Jessi gently back down, kissing her deeply, whispering sweet ‘thank yous’ to her. Sitting on the bed, he eyed the box of cigars, lifting the lid and taking in the aroma, he thanked Jessi again. Next, he opened up the card that Jessi wrote a sweet birthday message in for him, including a risqué photo for his wallet, featuring Jessi in a hot red teddy, her breasts peeking through the thin, mesh material, Terry smirked, placing his lips against the photo and placed it into his wallet.
He was happy to get a new bottle of cologne, he was nearly out. “Thank you so much for these, sweetheart. These are wonderful, now, time for this big one,” he smirked, placing the gift against his lap. Tearing away the paper he was greeted with yet another sweet message, nearly sending tears down his face, God he loves this woman.
Turning the large canvas around, he let out a breath, taking in the imagery before him. It was everything he knew it would be and then some, running his fingers across the length of the painting, he was silent. Jessi stood, worrying her bottom lip, hoping that Terry liked it, hoping that the silence was a good thing and not one of him trying to figure out how to say he liked it.
Terry quickly and silently noticed the reflection of himself painted in her ‘human’ side of the canvas, he was portrayed as giving her a bouquet of flowers. He really was her muse.
“Jessi,” he breathed, easing the tension in her heart, “This is the most marvelous thing I have ever laid my eyes on. This is breathtaking, sweetie, I fucking love it.”
Jessi smiled, sitting next to him on the bed, she wrapped her hands around his arms, watching Terry peer over the painting for the millionth time. His bottom lip began to quiver, “Honey, this is the best gift I have ever received. Thank you.” Placing the painting gently on the bed, he grabbed his petite wife, pinning her to the bed, they laughed, Terry spoke sweet nothings and inappropriate things to her.
“I’m glad you like it, baby,” Jessi giggled in between Terry’s assault of kisses.
“I love it, Jess. This is the perfect birthday I could have ever had, I love you so much, baby,” he said as he began to press even more kisses against her neck. Terry ravished her once more, the slow sweet love was all he could think about making with Jessi at the end of the day. Half-dressed, breathing each other’s names in the throws of passion, Terry’s hair falling out of his slicked back ponytail, Jessi’s fingers white from clinging to his shoulders.
After the pair cleaned up, they put their matching black and red robes on. Terry followed Jessi into the kitchen, he quickly noticed the staff had been long gone. “Where is everyone else?”
“I sent them home for the day. I want to be the one to cook for you, unless there’s something else you’d rather do… if that’s the case I’m driving,” she grinned at him from across the kitchen island.
Terry smiled, “This is perfect, baby. What do you plan on cooking for me?”
“How about…” She thought for a moment, “Chicken carbonara?” Terry’s eyes lit up, she informed him that she knew how to make it just like Papa’s Place. The very restaurant where they had their first date.
Terry watched Jessi’s hips sway back and forth in the kitchen as she collected everything. He was finally, genuinely happy with his life, he had his wonderful wife that he would move worlds for, business was more than going fantastic. Something so simple as watching his wife cook him a birthday dinner and babble on about this and that filled his heart more than full.
He rose, for someone so large, he was so quiet, he wrapped his arms around her waist making her squeak in surprise. Curling around her, he buried his nose in her soft hair, feeling her beneath his fingers, whispering, “I love you… So damn much,” in her ear, summed up their life.
The touching, kissing, and the sweet words were in abundance all their days.
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Chapter 18 here