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September 6 - September 7, 2025
A lifetime of poison leaves little space for one to bloom.
Meeting Everett feels like planting seeds, like the hope of spring.
“Don’t ever go out in the ocean by yourself, okay? No matter how cool your surfboard is.”
“Baby, you have no fucking clue what you do to me.”
“I’m going to make you come on my fingers.” I grab her skirt with my other hand. “After that, you’re going to come all over my face.”
“Potrei annegare in questa figa. Muori qui. È mio. Tutto mio.”
“Squirt all over my hand the way you did my dick. I want to feel you, baby.”
“Quiero vivir, ahogarme y morir entre tus piernas, cariño.”
I swipe my thumb along her bottom lip, smearing the remnants of my cum. “Tell me, Dahlia—does this taste fucking fake to you?”
“I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give, as long as whatever you are giving me is real.”
“Hey, can you watch my kid while I fuck yours?”
“Because I think he’d be a good one,” Lou continues. My mouth clamps shut, mind reeling. “Really?” “Yeah.” Lou nods nonchalantly, settling back on her towel and reopening her book. “If you married Everett, I think that would be cool.”
“I think he’s her person because they’re loud and annoying.”
“Crazy about you.”
“I see the way you look at me, Wildflower, and I want you to know that I’m seeing you the exact same way.”
“The choking was consensual, Dahlia.”
“Open up for me, baby.” “Fuck.” His jaw drops immediately. “Are you my good boy?”
“I’ll claim that pussy like it’s mine, because we both know you belong to me.”
“Estas tan mojada. Tan estrecha. Eres perfecta, cariño,” he rasps against my lips. “Todo lo que siempre he querido. Te necesito para siempre. Dime que eres mía. Por favor. Mía, cariño. Sé mía.”
“Mierda. Me estás matando.”
“Fuck, Dal,” he groans. “Fuck. Fuck. I can feel you, baby. I can feel it.”
“If I stayed inside you while you were coming like that, I was going to come too.” He gives me a playful shrug. “Plus, I couldn’t resist getting another taste.”
“I think I’m dead.” “No, baby.” I laugh. “Just thoroughly fucked.”
“But the shade of blue staring back at me right now?” I let out a breath. “That shade only exists inside your eyes. It’s my favorite one.”
When you feel like you have to hide from the rest of the world, I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide from me.”
“What have I become to you?” she whispers, as if she’s afraid to ponder those questions too. I lift my head and find my whole world in that sapphire gaze. “My purpose.”
“You’re her safe place, but I want to be yours.”
Because I love you so much it fucking hurts.
“The fact that you even have these kinds of thoughts proves exactly how good of a mother you are,”
Maybe someday, I’ll help her find a way to see beauty in every aspect of who she is.
Do you know how much happiness and love you’ve brought into our lives just by existing?”
“Morning, mama.”
“You askin’ for a look under my hood?” “Always, Wildflower,”
“When I catch you, I’m going to fuck all those doubts right out of your pretty mouth.”
“Put yourself on a leash and remind me what a good girl you are.”
“Take my cock out, Dahlia,”
“You’re incredible, and I think I’m obsessed with you,” he says, taking my face between his hands. “Was it too much?” I laugh. “No. I liked it.” Gripping his forearms and pulling him closer so that his mouth hovers over mine, I whisper, “But later, I’m going to walk you like a fucking dog.” He smiles against my lips. “Yes, ma’am.”
“If a boy ever asks me if I want a ride on his motorcycle, I tell him to ‘Kick rocks, bitch.’”
“We love you.”
“But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to give you everything. All of me.” He slowly drags his eyes from our joined hands to my face, meeting my own. “You deserved to know that you’re loved, Dahlia. Loved by me.” “I’m not easy to love,” I find myself saying. “Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.
“You’re everything I’ve been searching for my entire life and never believed I’d find. I know you think you’re not worth fighting for, baby, but just give me the chance to show you you’re wrong.”
“You don’t have to say them to me, Wildflower, but I’ll give you all of mine just the same.” Bringing his hand to the back of my neck, he brushes his fingers along my skin. “I’ll show you that love is endless. It’s infinite. I’ll show you that you’re worthy of it. I’ll love you enough for the both of us until your well is overflowing.”
“You blew into town one day on a whim and planted yourself right inside my soul. You’re rooted in me now, baby. I don’t mind waiting to watch you bloom.”
“I.” “Love.” “You.” “Dahlia.”
“I fucked all those daddy issues right out of her pretty head.” Knowing it’ll twist the knife further, I add, “The only man she’ll be calling daddy from now on is me.”
“My kid. My woman. For as long as you both will have me.”
“Forever.” I drop my head into his neck, savoring his warmth, his presence. I feel his lips on the top of my head as he murmurs, “Okay. Forever it is, then.”
“Wherever we want. Next to the front door or in the grocery store. If I feel like dancing with my girls, I’m going to do exactly that, so you better get used to it.”
“No matter what your mother says to you in there, when you come back out, I’ll be waiting, and I’ll still love you. I’ll still think you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
“She’s my light,” I whisper. “And you’re all my colors, Wildflower.”
