Seven of Diamonds

Fighting through his hangover, Anon got himself dressed and got himself a ticket to the collections station. He was so happy he was speechless. No more eating shit food. No more living paycheck to paycheck. No more living in a trailer! He busted through the door as if he had just been just granted invincibility and, all things considered, he had been.

Things were not going so well for Trixie however. As she entered the library again it began to pour rain, which wasn't too bad in and of itself, however the kids were another story. One of them took their shoe off and tossed it at her during the middle of her card trick, causing the cards to fly everywhere. Then another kid went and punched her right in the leg giving her a big ole shiner on her thigh. All of them were being loud and rambunctious which was an absolute nightmare on her hangover head ache. It was like there was two mallets hitting her over and over again between her ears.

After the shows were done, she had to go outside, again, in the pouring rain to get to her barista gig. It soaked her outfit completely through. Just as she began to get close to her next place of work, a car drove too close to the curb, splashing a puddle all over her. But it was fine. At least she had her barista clothes to change into. Except she didn't. The bag with her change of clothes was also now completely soaking wet.

Once inside, she put on her sopping wet barista uniform. But this day wasn't about to give her a break. Someone on her shift had quit leaving her alone in rush hour, meaning she not only had to take orders but make them as well. It was a grueling five hours of work. Or at least should've been, had it not been for her replacement showing up over thirty minutes late. But the shift did finally end, Trixie exiting the glass double doors with her head hanging low. She reached into her belt for her salvation, the locket. At least something was going right today. Just the mere act of touching it put her mind at ease.

Trixie entered the mobile home, looking worse than ever. It was all the more surprising to her that Anon sat there, with a huge smug grin on his face. It quickly faded when he saw the state of her.

"Oh sweetie." he said sympathetically "You look like you've been through the ringer."

Trixie starts to wring the water from her hair

"You don't need to tell me twice. I had the worst day ever today."

Anon smiles, barely able to contain his excitement

"What's got you so chipper?"

He walked up and hugged her tight

"What if I told you I got something that will make up for that entire day?"

Trixie scoffs

"What a limo?"

"Well, we could have one if you want."

From his wallet Anon pulled out a check for 1.2 billion US dollars. Trixie sat there completely motionless, half expecting this to be some sort of joke.

"I... I don't understand... how did..."

"When I was on my way home I bought a lotto ticket along with those beers. Turned out to be my lucky day. Or should I say our lucky day."

Trixie's eyes filled with tears and she hugged him tighter than any time she'd ever hugged him before.

"This isn't a dream right? You're not pulling my leg?"

"No way." he assured her "It's as real as real can be. I've already been in contact with some financial advisers. We're going to make this last until the day we die. We're never going to sleep in the cold again."

Trixie could barely speak through her sobbing

"We really did it." she stuttered "We made it. No more walking in the rain, no more working two jobs, no more dingy old trailer. We really made it."

"That we did. What do you say we celebrate?"

She brushed the tears off her puffy face

"What do you have in mind?"

"Oh nothing major..."

Anon held up two tickets to Beauty and the Beast. The same musical that brought their lives together. Trixie practically smothered him in kisses.

"You are the best man a girl could ever ask for."

"Now go get yourself dolled up in your wedding dress, I'll put on my suit and tie. The show is in three hours. I called us a limo just for the occasion."

Trixie nodded, not saying another word and jumped into the shower as Anon put his suit on. He'd grown a bit pudgier since the wedding. His gut pulled taught on the fabric but, thankfully, managed not to rip it. Trixie called out from the shower.

"Anon, now that we don't have to worry about money, I have a request."

"Name it."

"Two days ago, when I was doing my magician thing, I was preforming for an orphanage. I met this beautiful little girl, her name was Sunset."

Trixie pauses for a moment, thinking carefully about what she's going to say next.

"Well... you know... since I'm..." Trixie took a deep breath before saying the next word "barren... due to that disease... could we adopt her? I've always wanted a child."

The words hang with silence for a while

"Well I've never thought about raising a kid. We'll talk a little more about it later ok? It's not really something I just want to say yes or no too"

"Alright. That's fair."

The two didn't say a word to each other until the shower stopped. Trixie stepping out with a rather guilty look on her face. Anon wraps his arms around her naked body, his hands drifting just above her womanhood.

"I love you babe." he whispered in her ear "I promise we'll figure this out."

"I'm sorry I can't be a good wife and bear your child."

"I never once thought of you a bad wife for that. You are everything and more for me."

She nods

"Now stiffen that upper lip. We're going to have some fun ok?" he said playfully "No more pouting for the rest of the night."

Trixie smiled wide

"Right. This isn't the time for mourning. It's the time for celebration."

"That's the spirit."

Trixie put on her wedding dress on and and did her makeup in the most beautiful way. She looked just the way she did on the wedding.

"You're the most beautiful girl to grace the earth." he said

"You are such a flatterer."

"I'm just speaking the truth. Come on. Our chariot arrives in five minutes."

He pulled out an umbrella from the wall and held it over her head as they both walked out of their dingy little trailer. He couldn't lie: he was going to miss the old thing. As hard as it was, they certainly made some great memories in there. And even greater sex. He just couldn't help but feel attached.

As they made their way down the pathway, a limo pulls up to the side walk, whisking them away to the theater. They had a lovely time of it, as if it were their last day on earth. Tomorrow they were finally going to start their real lives. It was finally time to live as they had always wanted too. Daughter included.