No more bitter, just sweet.
Yeah, his Sylvie, weaving dreams.
He drew in a deep breath and felt every millisecond of its release as he stared at the water, holding his woman pressed close.
He did this a while.
Then he was done doing it and he turned into her. She knew his intent and she tipped her head back to prepare.
Creed took her mouth.
Then he moved her to the blanket he spread on the pier.
There, again, he made love to her.
And when he did, Tucker Creed finally gave Sylvie Creed everything she wanted.
Because when they made love in the moonlight on their pier, he planted inside his wife, his Sylvie, baby number four.
Thus proving, yet again, Tucker Creed could also weave dreams.