and sure we would do it again.
“Morgan?”
I turned from pouring myself some tea, to see Adam by the bed. He had his serious face on and was down on one knee. I was just about to ask what the heck he was doing there when he brought the small, velvet covered box from behind his back.
“Oh!”
“Morgan LaFey. I said I cared about you but I meant I loved you. I would do anything for you, give up anything to be with you. Will you do me the profound honor of being my wife?”
“Yes!” I exclaimed, so happy I could die. “Yes, of course! I love you, too. Always and forever.”
Epilogue - Morgan
The wedding was in autumn. Spring was, of course, the cliche, but both Freya and I had wicked hay fever and I did not want to be sneezing as I walked down the aisle.
It also gave me the opportunity to wear my great-grandmother's wedding dress, a long-sleeved Victorian thing with about four levels of skirting especially designed to conceal the bride's assets until the honeymoon.
For some reason I really believed that a bit of modesty was in order on my wedding day. It also worked wonders hiding my baby bump.
My parents hadn’t liked the idea of me being on the TV show or marrying an older man but they had eventually come around to it. Hence my being allowed to wear this dress. I nodded at them as they were seated in the audience, and they beamed at me proudly.
The organist wasn't able to get his instrument out into the grove and Adam refused to go anywhere near a church, so we had to settle for an accordionist. It was untraditional, for sure, but definitely got points for originality. As did the tune the musician played. Unfamiliar with the Wedding March, he argued, quite strenuously, for the Imperial before compromising with “Ode to Joy.”
The vows were said, the cake was cut, the flower girl – Freya, of course – was hiding under the refreshment table making friends with the local snake population, and we all tucked into the royal banquet Adam had paid top dollar for.
Except for my walk up the aisle, he never left my side. His was hand on some part of my anatomy. I was his and we both knew it.
There were cameras there, of course. I thought for sure Adam had burned the whole thing to the ground with his hack attack, but my master was a lot smarter than that. It was really just a matter of waiting for Murdoch to go to prison for his fraud and then sending a carefully edited season’s worth of episodes directly to Sara, along with a bank transfer for all the cameras we smashed. I actually gasped when he told me the amount.
Who Wants to Lock Down a Billionaire? turned out to be a surprise hit during the pandemic, an even bigger sensation than anyone working on it could have anticipated. Sometimes I watched episodes online, although I tried to avoid the comments, which were full of jealousy.
However, there was one from someone named Dallas, who said that she had known of Adam’s “skills” back in the day and that I was a lucky girl to have won not only his choice of girls to quarantine with, but also his heart. For that one, I was the one who had become a bit jealous.
When I asked him about it, he said she had indeed been a “pet” of his in the distant past, but that all of that was over now. Not only had I been his choice for the show, but also for life. I had locked down his heart and there was no going back to his old ways.
It was true that he and I had a very special bond indeed. And I was glad that now that the pandemic had ended due to a safe vaccine, that we could celebrate our love with everyone.
Speeches were made, but I didn’t hear them. I was too busy keeping Freya away from her new friends and basically blinded by love for Adam. It took Astrid actually tapping me on the shoulder for me to notice even her.
“You were right,” she said.
“Always a good way to start,” I teased.
“I’m serious! You were right about - things. I’m glad you followed your heart and not just because this cake borders on a religious experience.”
“That’s pretty much what I said the first time I had it,” Adam said.
“You’re cool, Adam.