Finding His Unicorn

And just when I couldn’t be any happier, Mike comes stumbling out of the building with his pants around his ankles and waving his hands like he can’t see. I gasp when I look down and see what I have to assume is a micro penis, because something that small doesn’t belong on a body that big.

Tasha rushes out after him with her dress halfway undone and screaming at the top of her lungs. That’s all it takes for me to lose total control and drop my box on the ground as I double over laughing.

“You bitch,” I hear her say, but I’m too busy laughing to care. “You did this!”

She stomps her foot like a child and I shake my head. “God, I wish I would have.”

At this point she realizes Mike’s pants are down, because everyone has turned to look and laugh. She tries to help him get them up as a firehose is directed at them but it’s too late, his secret it out.

Now this is a going away party.

Just as I have the thought I’m scooped up off the ground by Blaze. He winks at me as someone else grabs my box and carries it over to the firetruck.

“You planned this?” I say, and he shrugs, not answering me. “How long have you been planning this?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says noncommittally. “Monthly tests on these buildings are mandatory.”

“You know I love you, right?” I say as he places me on the passenger seat facing him and moves between my legs.

“I do,” he says, pulling something out of his pocket and then sliding it on my finger. “That’s better.”

I gasp as I look down at the rock on my finger and then back at him. “Is this…?” I don’t even know how to finish that sentence.

“Damn right it is.” He leans in and kisses me sweetly. “You’re my everything, Rosabelle. Wife is just another part of that.”

Tears well in my eyes and I don’t know if I could be happier. “Let’s get out of here.”

“If you’re good I’ll let you use the horn.” He winks at me as he buckles me up.

“I think I can find a way to talk you into it.” I lick my lips and he growls low.

“Just you wait, little unicorn. You’re mine now.”

“Forever,” I say, and he nods in agreement.

“Forever.”

Epilogue

Blaze

Halloween two years later…

“Scrubs? Really? You couldn’t find something else?” I ask Frank. Or as most call him, Dr. Roberts. He is Rie’s husband. They met a few months ago and like me he didn’t waste time when it came to claiming his woman. He had a ring on Rie’s hand before any of us knew what was happening. I’d been a little bent out of shape about it at first. Only because I wanted to make sure the man was on the up and up. Rie has become like a little sister to me and I was protective of her. If Rie hurt, that meant my Rosabelle hurt. That is and will always be my short fast fuse to get me to explode. Yeah, I come off level-headed until you cross that line. She’s untouchable and I make sure of that.

He shrugs, taking another pull from his beer. Neither of us are on call tonight and Rosebelle and Rie have been taking hours to get ready. It’s Halloween and they’re getting all dolled up. Not going to lie, I’m secretly hoping my girl is dressing up like a unicorn again. That first day I saw her will forever be branded into my mind. She would not give on what her costume is no matter how many times I asked. It’s been top secret for weeks. I only pray Rie isn’t trying to rig something crazy up to whatever it is. At least this time there is not only a fireman on hand but a doctor too.

“I should check on them.” I stand from the sofa, my impatience growing by the second.

“Why don’t you relax and enjoy some baby-free time?” Frank responds, probably because he doesn’t want me messing with Rie and whatever it is I know she has my girl up to. He is as protective of Rie as I am of Rosabelle. Thank God the two of us get along and understand each other. It makes it easier when one of us flips. We get where the other is coming from and can often defuse the other. We work well together.

Thinking of my baby girl, I check my phone to make sure April hasn’t texted me. She’s got our little munchkin tonight. She’s still a little too young to do the Halloween thing. That didn’t stop us from dressing her up and taking her to a few doors before dropping her off at April’s.

I should enjoy some baby-free time but I want that time spent with my woman. I’m just going to rip off whatever it is she’s putting on in there. I see I do have a text from April. She’s got my little baby girl in a high chair, her face covered in mashed potatoes, looking as happy as could be. April is like a grandma to her and is already calling her Me-me.