Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
I didn’t take my eyes from off her even when I heard the first cries of my child. I waited until they cleaned the baby up and brought it to her, still not knowing what it was, because I couldn’t hear shit. It was only then I realized that my ears were numb to everything else but her. I didn’t even know such a thing was possible.
But once I realized it, everything came back into focus, and the room came alive again. She was holding our child in her arms and looking it over… “What is it? Boy or girl?” I didn’t really care at this point. Just seeing the two of them, my whole world, was enough to make me feel a sense of satisfaction and joy that I never had before.
“It’s a boy, are you happy?” I was too choked up for a minute to speak as I sat beside her. “Trust you to give me a son when I was hoping for a daughter.”
“You lie. I’ve heard you and gramps bragging about a son for the last six months who’re you kidding?”
I lifted his little hand, and he wrapped his fingers around mine before turning his head to look at me with my eyes. I went cold then hot in the space of a second as everything that I’d ever done, ever hoped for, ever been came down to this one moment.
I must’ve done something really good in a past life to have been blessed with this much love in this one. I raised my eyes to her as she fixed the bed-gown so she could feed our son and once again choked up with emotion.
She’d come a long way since we met. I’d gotten her through the sudden death of her bitch of a sister without giving away anything about my part in it. She’d grieved not so much for the sister she’d met here but for the one she’d grown up with.
We weren’t allowed to attend the funeral, not that I would’ve because no, just fuck no. But since that shit that killed her and her worthless husband was deadly as fuck, they burnt them to a crisp somewhere; ask me if I care.
Since I’m the only one she has left in this world, I go above and beyond to give her all the love she could possibly need, and gramps has taken over as the doting grandpa who connives with her to make me nuts. Now she has my son, someone else to love and who will love her or he’ll answer to me.
I brushed my hand over her hair and his before moving to put my arms around them both. I kissed her hair to hide the emotion in my eyes as I breathed a sigh of relief. I’ve lived the last six months in fear ever since her pregnancy was confirmed.
Because although I still had relatives left, she was the closest thing to my heart. The thought of anything going wrong with her or my child had kept me up nights, but now it was all over. Now that the child was here and my family was complete, and I no longer had my sister’s death hanging over my head, I felt like the world was finally free of the darkness that had hung over my head for way too long.
As I watched my son feed at my wife’s breast, I had a sense of new beginnings, like the best part of my life was just about to start and couldn’t resist turning her face to mine to taste her lips. “I love you, wife.” The smile that started on her lips and reached her lips was all the answer I needed even as she gave me the words back. “I love you too, Damien. Thanks for saving me for saving us.”
We both looked down at our son, who popped the nipple from between his lips to stare back at us. That look on his face so much like his mother’s was enough to make me break out in a sweat. “Michele, I’m thinking this kid has my face, but that look he just gave us is all you.” I didn’t like the grin she gave me one fuck.
The End