Page 50 of Reaching Little Robyn

What she loved even more was that despite their adjusted timeline, he took a moment to kiss the mounds of her breasts, giving each nipple a little bite before hooking her bra at her back. And when she obediently lifted her feet to slip it into the panties, he drew them up her body as slowly as he’d drawn the covers down and then paused their rise and bent to kiss the mons of her sex.

At his soft growl as he pulled them into place, palming her ass cheeks in his hands and squeezing, she knew the first rush of arousal was already making her panties damp.

After she downed a very quick cup of coffee, she was lifted into the saddle of a horse she’d not seen before.

“Where did she come from?” Robyn asked, leaning forward to stroke down the mare’s neck.

“From Jagger’s. He and Moira helped me pick her out for you.”

“For me? Like for always?” she asked.

“Yes, for always and forever. Moses named her but you can pick any name you want,” Rooster said as he mounted his horse, Windrunner.

Robyn blinked back tears as her Daddy’s love and the love of her friends wrapped around her.

“Phoenix.” Robyn gasped as the mare turned her head to look back at her. “Did you see that?” she asked in awe. “I think that means she approves?”

Rooster chuckled. “I’d say so since that’s the name Moses gave her.”

Robyn’s mouth dropped open. “Are you serious? How could he have known?”

Rooster shrugged. “Ranch magic, baby bird, Ranch magic. Are you ready?”

“Oh yes,” she said and when he kicked Windrunner’s sides, she laughed in full abandon as Phoenix instantly followed.

It wasn’t quite day, but there was enough light to see their way up the mountain. And when they crested a rise where a huge plateau spread out in all directions, Robyn was speechless with the beauty of it all.

Rooster slowed his pace and then stopped, waiting for her to come alongside. Even if she hadn’t known the sun rose in the east, she’d have known by the rays of light shining like spears up into the heavens. She’d seen many a sunrise, but witnessing this one here beside the man who had brought her from the shadows to be reborn in the warmth of his arms and the comfort of his all-encompassing love, she’d never been more moved.

Tears trickled down her cheeks but she made no move to wipe them away as those rays began to shimmer. It wasn’t until the sun itself appeared that she turned to her left to look at Rooster, only to discover he wasn’t on his horse.

“Daddy?”

“Right here, little bird.”

His voice had her turning to the right to see him standing beside her, his arms open to pluck her from the saddle. She wrapped her arms around his neck in expectation of beingcarried, but instead, he slid her down his body until she was on her feet. Then he slowly knelt on one knee before her.

“Oh… oh, Daddy,” she whispered, her heart threatening to burst as she saw the small purple-velvet box he pulled from his pocket.

“I love you with all my heart, little bird. My soul is whole only with you in my arms. My heart only wants to beat when yours is beating in perfect cadence with it. Every day I wake, my first thought is of how blessed I am that you are waking next to me. Every night when I sleep, I know I’m not alone because I will find you in my dreams. Will you make me a very happy Daddy and strut through this life with me? Will you marry me, my Robyn?” On the last word, he opened the box to display a vintage engagement ring. A square-cut sapphire was surrounded by diamonds that spread down the band to become the wings of tiny birds on each side.

Robyn’s mouth was in a small ‘O’, the trickle of tears had become a flood to stream down her face as she stared at him, not needing to see to be able to know he’d catch her when she flung herself at him. “Yes, Yes, Yes!”

Rooster stood and removed the ring from its bed and took Robyn’s left hand which was trembling slightly. Slipping it on her ring finger, he lifted it to his lips and then kissed the stone before using the pads of his fingers to dry her tears.

He smiled and then threw his head back and crowed.

Robyn burst out in laughter. She knew why he’d chosen this day, thismorningto propose because when else would her Rooster crow but at sunrise? She might not have taken out an ad in theNew York Times,the only rooftops might be far below them on the valley floor, but shewasstanding on a mountain and was more than ready to show the world just how happy this man made her. Throwing her head back, she added her crow to his as the magic of the sunrise bathed them in its golden light.

The End