Tom stared out the window at the moon. She was fat tonight giving birth to the light glistening on the sea below his window. He used to not notice such simple things, but that changed after his time with Ellie.

It had been a year since he ended relations with her. He still suffered the pain of that night like an infected wound. She did not cry or beg him to stay. She had accepted his decision to leave Dallas with grace and bid him the best in life.

A knock on his bedroom door drew him from his painful thoughts.

"What is it Cinnamon?" He asked opening the door to the lanky redhead wearing nothing but a pair of crotchless thongs.

"Saffron" She purred running her hands up his chest and pressing her enormous bare breast into him. "My name is Saffron, not Cinnamon."

"Whatever." Tom pried her hands off of him and took a step back. "Go back downstairs with the others." He ordered, glancing pass her head to where the music was blaring from.

"Tom, how come you never fuck us anymore? What have we done wrong?" She whimpered reflecting a pretend, over embellished pout.

Tom shut the door in her face and sank down in front of the TV. He flicked through the channels until he landed on Duck Dynasty. Jase Robertson was in the midst of telling a southern joke. Tom smiled wondering if Ellie was watching too. It was a way of being with her.

Ellie wiped the sweat from her forehead before lifting another bale of hay and tossing it from the back of the trunk into the barn. It had been a year since Tom said his goodbyes and left Dallas, and still every night she prayed to be with him. John Ross had tried to convince her that she had just been a summer fling to Tom, but she knew better. He had cared for. She had felt his love. He abandoned her because he did not want to hurt her.

She had been listening to Jewel's version of Sweet Home Alabama when someone turned it off. She glanced up.

"I guess I will have to get used to this country shit."

"Tom? What are you doing here?" Her heart sped, mind whirling, she was not sure what else to say. He stood before dressed in jeans and boots; something she had never seen him wear.

"I signed the papers on the spread next door and I need someone to teach me how to work it. Would you be interested?" His serious reflection melted into a heartwarming grin. He held out his arms beckoning her to come to him.

Ellie did waste any time. Squealing with delight, she sprinted into him, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He cupped her rear with his strong hands, kissing her as if his life depended on it.

Their desperation quenched, she reared her head and captured his hand. "You will have to get these soft hands dirty."

"I would do anything for you, Ellie." Tom said spinning a giggling Ellie.

Christopher and John Ross looked on from afar, their arms crossed, faces amused.

"Looks like we are going to have to adapt to Tom being apart of the family." Christopher announced, slapping his cousin on the back playfully.

"Daddy would die if he saw her now."

"Why? Because her beau is a crime lord?"

"No, because he isn't a Texan." John Ross grinned.

The cousins burst into laughter.

Tom and Ellie lived happily ever after...The End :)

Notes:

Thanks to everyone who took the time to comment. I know this was an odd combination, but I hope you liked it.