It’s torture, waiting in the hospital, but as I’m recovering, I have a lot of calls to make and things to deal with on behalf of Heaven’s father. He failed her in so many ways, and I want to start a life with her with a clean slate. I want to take care of her and make sure she understands I won’t let her down.

That means I’m working on getting his house cleared out, working with a real estate agent to sell his small place, and pay for his body to be cremated.

Sounds crass, but the fucker burned bridges with everyone he knew. Now I’m the one dealing with the ashes, literally.

I even call the high school and let them know that Heaven has a change of address.

“Are you her guardian?”

“She’s eighteen, she doesn’t need a guardian, but I am her fiancé,” I tell them. I know the secretary at the registrar’s office wanted more details, but I’m not giving them to her. It’s a small town where everyone knows everything. And Heaven is gonna deal with enough grief finishing the year as a married woman.

But dammit, that’s the plan.

Now I just got to get home and put a ring on her finger.

Because I had been medically evacuated, they fly me back, to avoid the dangerous mountain pass. It feels excessive. I’m a simple man— I worked hard in my twenties and invested my money. Now I am able to live off my savings and then some.

I’m glad I planned the way I did for my future because I have Heaven to take care of now.

Pulling up to the airport, I get a cab to take me up the mountain to my place. It’s Thanksgiving Day, and Heaven is expecting me. She wanted to come to the airport to pick me up, but I insisted she stay put. I want her in my home, right where she belongs, when I walk through the door. She said it was probably better since the oven will be on roasting our turkey dinner.

When the cab gets to my cabin, I see Whiskey running down the snowbanks, toward the car, and I break out in a smile. I’m just so fucking happy to be home.

“Thanks for the ride,” I tell the driver, slipping him a few twenties. “Happy Thanksgiving.” Then I step outside, letting the mountain air fill my lungs, ready to wrap Heaven in my arms.

I’m a little surprised she hasn’t run out to greet me, but I climb the front steps, so damn grateful that I’m coming home in one piece. It’s amazing technology these days, and my wound is healing incredibly well. A bandage is wrapped across my chest, and I’ll need to go to the local hospital in two days to have it looked at, but for today, I am better than I ever dreamed. I was shot a week ago, and my life flashed before my eyes.

Glimpses of Heaven over the years.

The day she was born, I went to the hospital. Her mama wasn’t paying her any mind, her father was piss-drunk, and I scooped that baby girl out of the bassinet, cradling her in my arms. I didn’t know a thing about babies—still don’t-- but I knew this: Heaven was sent from above.

Now it’s no different. She is truly a miracle, a gift I wasn’t expecting but received nonetheless.

I push open my front door, calling for Heaven. The rich smell of gravy and roasted turkey filling the two-bedroom cabin. Pumpkin pie rests on the counter, next to a basket of freshly baked rolls, and the burners on the stove are all set to low. I can’t resist peeking. Fluffy mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans. In the oven, there’s a small golden-brown turkey and a casserole dish of stuffing, and sweet potatoes.

It’s a feast, that’s for damn sure, but my question is where is my baby girl?

“Heaven?” I call again, and that is when I hear her from the bedroom.

“Back here. I’m waiting for my Daddy.”

My cock hardens at the evocative words. I walk to the bedroom, push open the door, and damn, the sight takes my breath away.

“You’re home,” she says. She is wearing absolutely nothing. “I was going to get dressed for you, but I didn’t know what you would want me to wear.”

I growl, stalking toward her. “You did perfectly, baby girl. You look so good in nothing at all.”

She smiles up at me, on her knees at the edge of the bed.

“Now, I need to tell you something else. You did good making dinner. It smells so good, Heaven. Looks good too. You really do know how to cook and clean.”

“I told you, Daddy, I’d be good if you let me stay.” She licks her lips; her submissive side is so fucking hot. It makes me want to give her everything she wants and to make sure she is always cared for. Loved. Wanted.

“Oh, Baby Girl, you aren’t going anywhere.”

She bounces slightly on the bed, her big titties getting me so fucking hard. “I’m not?”

I shake my head, taking her hand and setting it on the button of my jeans. “No, I have to teach your pussy how to come for my cock. And I have to show you how to suck my balls while I lick your cunt.”

Her eyes widen in desire at my words and I fucking love it, turning her on so much.

“I want you to teach me everything.”

I run a hand over her tits, guiding her other hand to my cock. She takes hold of my thickness, licking her lips as she does.

“Oh Daddy, I need you in me.”

“I know you do, Sweet Thing.”

I pull off my clothes, she runs her hand over my bandaged chest, where the bullet cut clean through.

“Are you okay; can you do this?” she asks gently.

I nod. “I need this, Baby.” Pressing my rigid length against her round tits, and she squeezes them, my cock between the round globes.

“I love how it feels with you against me,” she tells me.

“Oh, Heaven,” I groan, crashing my lips against hers. I can play Daddy, but I also need to be a man, claiming my woman.

In the bed, I run my hands over her body, kissing every inch of her skin as she relaxes against the pillows. I kiss her belly and her thighs, spreading her legs and fingering her needy cunt.

“I’ve missed you,” she moans. “Crazy, I know, since I hardly had you.”

“You had me in other ways, in your heart,” I tell her.

And she nods, knowing it’s true.

I lean over her, looking her eyes. “You know why I had to stop coming around, don’t you?”

She nods. “I know.”

“I wish it had been different, Baby. If I’d stayed, I would have known how Tommy was getting. It kills me that you were hurting so badly, for so long.”

She runs her hand over my beard, her milky legs wrapping around me. “I’m not hurting anymore.”

“Are you okay, Heaven? You’ve been up here alone since your father died.”

“Since I killed him, you mean?” Her eyes fill with tears. “Does it make me a monster? That I wanted him dead?”

I shake my head, not thinking Heaven is a monster in the slightest. “You were scared and broken, Heaven,” I tell her. “Your wings had been clipped for far too long. And your father took a shot at me, the one thing you believed in. You took his life, but he’d already tried to take yours.”

“The police officer… she didn’t even press me for details. They saw my bruises and heard the story. That was enough for her, for all of them.”

“Then let it be enough for you, too,” I say, brushing away my baby girl’s tears. “Now there, no more tears, not now. Let your Daddy take good care of you.”

She smiles up at me, her eyes glassy but shining with devotion.

For me.

I guide my cock to her willing cunt, ready to make my baby girl a woman in her own right.