The night of the party, Whiskey had come up to the room late with a pissed off expression on his face and jumped right in the shower. He told her that Val tried to get him to fuck her and it grossed him out. He wanted to wash her touch off his body.  What surprised Addy was that she believed him and didn’t doubt his faithfulness in the slightest.  She also didn’t ask him any more questions. Addy found that if she sat back and waited, Whiskey always provided her with the answers she needed. 

Addison was in the shower when Whiskey burst through the door.

“Babe you need to get out and get dressed, I have a surprise for you.”  Addy was going to complain, but the smile on his face stopped her. Whiskey was excited about something and she would do anything to keep that smile on his face. 

“Give me a minute, what are we doing?”

“I’m taking you somewhere,” Whiskey said, holding up a towel, waiting for her to step into it.  Once he wrapped her up tight, he pushed her through the door, slapping her ass.

“Hey,” Addy said, rubbing her butt, “that hurt.”

“Oh, baby you know you like it. I bet if I stripped you down right now, you would be soaking wet and not from the shower you just took.”

Addy knew he was right, but she wasn’t going to tell him that, the man had an ego the size of mountain. She couldn’t resist playing with him just a bit; turning she dropped the towel. 

“I don’t know, Aiden, maybe you should check.”  Sitting down on the bed she spread her legs, lightly running her hand down the middle of her chest, down to her belly button, stopping right before her fingers touch her pussy. 

Whiskey licked his lips, but didn’t move, shaking his head.

“No, Fuck,” he stepped forward then stopped again. Putting his hands in his hair he pulled, slightly messing it up just the way Addy liked it.  She continued to tease him moving her fingers back up to play with her rock-hard nipples. 

“Are you sure?”

“Damn it,” Whiskey lunged forward pushing her hand away with his face and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

“Aiden, please…” Addy was moaning, it felt so good. 

Whiskey moved up, kissing her long and deep, his fingers taking over where his mouth left off. 

“Okay, babe, I was going to take you out of the Clubhouse for a while, but if you want to stay here and fuck who am I to deny you?”

Addy abruptly pushed him away, making him land on his ass on the floor. 

“You mean out, like as in outside?”

“Yeah, Babe, had it all planned, Tuck even approved it.  I was going to take you for a short ride on my bike.  I even had Reagan pack us up some dinner, so we could eat it under the stars, but if you want to stay here,” Whiskey smiled, trying to grab onto her boobs again, “I can do that, too.”

Addy jumped up and looked at Whiskey.

“Nope, give me five minutes, hell, give me three.”  Whiskey starting laughing.

“Going a little stir crazy, Babe?”

“You have no idea.”

Addy got ready in record time although it did take her longer than three minutes.  Now, they were walking outside and straight for Whiskeys bike.  Addy had never been on a bike before and she was practically jumping with excitement. 

“Babe, it’s just a ride and not even a long one.”

“It’s still a ride, I get to ride on your bike with you. do you know what this means?”

“Ah, no, Babe, why don’t you tell me,” Whiskey said with a smile.

“It means it’s real. Cinny told me that you don’t let bitches on your bike, that the only chick that will ever be on the back of it is your Old Lady.” 

“Babe, I already claimed you.”

“I know, but this kind of makes it official. Now, come on,” Addy urged, grabbing his hand and trying to pull him along. 

Whiskey took the helmet off the handlebar and put it on Addy head; she didn’t like it, but was still smiling like a loon.  She had wanted to feel the wind in her hair, but right now she just wanted to feel her legs wrapped around Whiskey and the rumble of his bike. 

Whiskey straddled the bike making Addy moan; how in the hell could a man make something as simple as getting on a bike into eye porn?  When he held out his hand to help her on, she melted; so much for keeping her feelings out of this thing going on between them.

When she got on Whiskey grabbed her under her knees and pulled her closer; she laughed and took the hint hugging him tightly. 

He wasn’t joking when he said the trip would be short. It had taken less than ten minutes to get there, but brought up a whole hell of a lot of memories.  Whiskey had brought her to the spot that where they had first kissed, the same spot that they made love for the first time.  Shoot, after what they had done, now, she knew what they had done was not making love. Getting off the bike Addy brushed away Whiskey’s offers of help. 

“Why did you bring me here, Aiden,” Addy asked, her eyes on her feet.

“Babe, look at me.”

“No, Aiden, tell me why you brought me here of all places.”  Addy said, looking at him for the first time with tears in her eyes. 

Aiden wiped the tears with his thumbs cradling her face in his hands. 

“Babe, we needed to come back here the past is still haunting us and I want to let it go, don’t you?”

“Aiden…”

“Babe, you’re holding back, I feel it every time we make love, I feel it when you look at me.  Hell, I feel it when you’re laying sound asleep after I fucked you into the bed.  We need to talk about her, tell me about Sunshine.”

Whiskey let Addy go and walked back over to the bike pulling out the envelope she had left for him at the farm.  Addy grabbed the envelope, cradled it to her chest, and fell to her knees.  Aiden sat down behind her holding her close.

“Tell me, babe.  Tell me about Sunshine.”

After a couple of minutes Addy opened the envelope and the first thing that came out was the picture she had taken of Sunshine’s way too tiny feet, brushing it with her finger.

“She was so small, Aiden, you could have held in one hand, but she was perfect,” she told him, looking up, her tear-filled eyes. “You know, most babies born that early look all red and wrinkly. but she was beautiful.”

“I’m sure she was, Addison.” 

“She looked just like you, she even had your nose.”

“Poor girl,” Whiskey laughed, but Addy saw he was crying as much as she was; they were finally mourning their daughter, together.

“Addison, I’m so sorry I never read your letters or accepted your calls.  I was so angry at you, I couldn’t see beyond it.  Had I known, hell, I don’t even know what I would have done.  I was messed up back then.  I want to believe that I would have come back and done the right thing, but Babe I don’t know if I would have.  I do know that I will regret that I never got to meet her for the rest of my life.” 

“Do you know why I named her Sunshine?”

“No, Babe, I haven’t figured that one out yet.”

“Do you remember that song Sunshine on my Shoulders by John Denver?”

“Yeah, babe, but why that song?”

“You sang it to me once, do you remember?”

“Yeah,” Whiskey laughed, “it was the day I made you cry because of the dress.  I was trying to make you smile, and it came on the radio. I had totally forgotten about that.”

“I listened to that song every day before Sunshine was born, thinking about you, wishing you were home with me, helping me with the farm and Pop,” Addison smiled.

“Babe I’m sorry…”

“No more I’m sorry’s,” Addy put her finger up to Aiden’s lips, “I had my part in this too.”  Aiden nodded. 

“Anyway, there is this one part of the song. If I had a wish that I could wish for you
I'd make a wish for sunshine for all the while.  Sunshine never took a single breath, she was gone before she even left my body.  Thinking of you and that song helped me name her and gave me peace.”   

“It was perfect, Addison.  I couldn’t have picked a better name.  I’d like to say goodbye to her in my own way.”  Whiskey got up and went to his motorcycle, pulling out something flat from the saddle bags.  Walking back to Addy he helped her up.  Unwrapping the package, Addy was still puzzled.  Whiskey smiled at her.

“Babe, this is a Chinese Wish Lantern.  It is said that when it is released in honor of a person that has passed, you are releasing them with love, prayers, and well wishes.  I want that for our girl, will you help me?”

“Yes.”

It didn’t take Aiden long to unravel the package. There was a little cup to hold a candle Aiden lit, and he had Addy hold on to the side of the of the lantern’s top.  Addy was being very careful, the paper felt thin, and she didn’t want to rip it.  Aiden held the other side as the lantern as it started to inflate.

“Sleep with the angel’s, precious girl, we have never met, but you have taken my heart, we will meet when my days are done.  Till then know you are loved.” She and Aiden released the lantern and watched the lantern float away. The higher it went, the freer she felt, finally releasing all the anger and hurt of the past, Addy just let herself be, sitting in the field with Aiden holding her tight.  The place where it all began, grieving for their daughter, together, the way it should have been all those years ago. 

“Thank you, Aiden.”