‘You did good today, Goldilocks,’ he said, sliding the hairbands from the bottom of Alice’s plaits and unpicking them with his fingers.
‘We all did,’ she said, sliding her arms around his waist and leaning her head on his shoulder. ‘I think we can safely call our first wedding at “To The Manor Borne Glamping” a roaring success.’
‘I was never in any doubt,’ he said, kissing her neck, sending a shiver down her spine when he ran his hands down her bare arms. ‘I like this dress.’
All traces of Felicity’s destruction had been professionally removed from both the manor and the glampsite, with the exception of the yurt, which had sadly been damaged beyond repair. They’d also purchased the last of the cottages back and were in the process of finding a couple to tenant it and manage the day-to-day running of the site. Alice and Robinson planned to come home as much as their schedule allowed, happy to wander, safe in the knowledge that Borne Manor slumbered quietly in the English countryside waiting for them to come home.
‘Let’s sleep in the Airstream tonight, for old times’ sake,’ Robinson said, leading Alice away beneath the canopy of stars and fairy lights.
‘We should make the most of it being just the two of us,’ she said softly.
Robinson paused to press her against a tree trunk, one hand on her neck, the other tender and protective over her abdomen as he kissed her lingeringly.
‘You know we’re not stopping at this one, right? I’m thinking six or seven.’
They made their way through the trees, laughing softly, his arm slung over her shoulders. If anyone watching them had cared to look hard enough, they might have just been able to make out the magical midsummer shadows dancing around them in the woods, tiny little fairy girls in red boots with flying blonde hair, and sun-kissed little boys with dirty faces and autumn green-gold eyes.
As fairytale endings went, Alice and Robinson’s would take some beating.
