"We need the workout tatie", Michael reassured, beaming.I was too tired to reply much, so I just hummed in agreement, still dazzled by the amazing sex.Why was sex always so much better when you had been withdrawn from it?Leon slapped Michael's arm as he passed by him, giving him the biggest grin. "You two couldn't be more obvious - Sara's hair is all tussled and your clothes are crooked."Michael and I quickly touched ourselves up."Oh to be young again!", Leon laughed, Rebecca shaking her head at him with an amused smile.Omg how embarrassing ... I lowered my head in shame.Michael drew me close to him once the door was shut. He sat down while I stood in front of him. He laid his head onto my stomach, his hands on the back of my legs. "Thank you."My heart swelled up in happiness and the embarrassment went away slightly. "Thank you too. Thank you for desiring me that much, it makes me feel ... special!""You are special. You are gorgeous. Attractive. Beautiful." He looked up with
Hamish PovADVERTISEMENTBeaumont EnterpriseTwo weeks after France"Where is that damned thing?", I grumbled, rummaging around through the file cabinet. "I could swear we used it just a few minutes ago!" Did my secretary sort it back already? Usually she waited an hour before she cleaned my stuff up!"Looking for something?", Michael's voice sounded from the entrance to the filing room, causing me to slightly jump.My heart was beating a bit faster, but I brushed the jump-scare off. "The darned file on the case we are looking into currently!""We are looking into several cases, Hamish. Earltons Buckweaver. Boman. Harkness. Jackson. Peterson. Brown. Be more specific." His voice was cool and analytical as he listed all the current big cases.His relaxed voice annoyed me. "The Earlton's!", I bit, tossing the files back and forth. File 305. File 305. Where the fuck is file 305? "From the 2005 ordeal. You know the big shabang?" I twiddled my hand into the air."Yet again, be more specific
"I can't blame him", I mumbled, giving the plate a rinse.Sara's lips landed on my neck, giving me a soft kiss. That caused my body to relax a bit."They love you. Especially Emma. She never talks that much with people she barely knows.""Really?", I unsurely pondered. "I really want them to like me.""They like you", Sara insisted.She tiptoed. I gladly put my lips on hers and kissed her deeply. For a moment I forgot where we were.A soft knock. Lejla stood at the door, beaming at us. Our lips separated and Sara blushed. I noticed her ears got red too – something I hadn't noticed before. "You cuties you! Can I help in some way?""Can you tell Michael to not worry so much? That's my role!", Sara laughed, giving me a lovely smile.I turned and pinched her hip. "That's true – like when Estelle didn't immediately like her gift and you couldn't sleep the whole night long!"Sara pouted. "I wanted to make her happy!""You nearly cried over the color of the bow!", I raised a brow at my girlf
Lucas' POVThe words were clear as day, didn't blur together, didn't confuse me, didn't melt together, didn't go off the row - but it was hard to believe them. It was hard to believe what the papers in my hand said.Not that I didn't believe the cold facts I was holding, as a lawyer that was the stupidest thing to do, but still ... my mind traveled to Michael.And the same question popped up that had been on my mind ever since I had gotten these sheet of paper from the detective couple.What would his reaction be?Hurt? Confused? Angered? Blind rage? Revenge?How would Sara react? Would she understand? Would she dump him?"And you are sure this", I lifted the paper to the two detectives my client and I had hired "is the complete truth?" I stared into their eyes but was only met with confident looks."That's what we found on their server, heard from his ex as we eavesdropped and her father had confirmed it himself."To think they had been caught by Eleanor's father - and to think he ha
Michael was fuming now and continued rambling on about how she could organize people to beat me up, how she could direct Eleanor to write those headlines, how she dared to keep an eye on us!I kissed him.He grumbled into the kiss.I kissed him again.Grumbling.Once again - and he gave in."We have groceries to buy", I reminded him."And I have a mother to kill", Michael took my hand and we went towards the shops.At first he pounced aggressively, but with each step it calmed him down. Soon he was thinking rationally again."Revenge is a dish best served cold", Michael mused. "I'll let it sit and think about it.""That's a good idea.""You'll have my back right?""Of course!""Good - because I will need your opinions on my plans", he roared."Let's discuss this at home, alright?"He nodded.A weight was lifted off my heart and shoulder. We knew the culprit. We could act. I could feel save again in New York."Michael?" I watched him take the shopping basket."Yes, babe?"My heart was
Amar shoved me back and stalked out the living room.Lejla looked between us, but ultimately decided to come to me. I was expecting worse - but she hugged me."I'm so sorry for what you went through", she whispered, her hug tight. "Please forgive Amar - he is worried about our little girl ... his behaviour was wrong and I'll let him know he needs to apologize to you!""Don't - I would have done the same thing if she were my daughter", I hugged her back. "Go to him."Emma looked like she was fuming. "How can we get rid of her?""Oh Emma", Sara was by my side, helping me up. She wrapped her arms around me. "You needn't get involved.""You need to be save", I agreed, wrapping my arm around Sara's hip.Emma's face got sad. "Are you sure?""If anything happens, you will be the first one to know", I promised her.Loud steps.Amar appeared back. Sara's grip got tighter and I could tell her lips were shaking. "Why would you do such a thing?", she asked her own father, her voice breaking in th
Sara's POVThe baby is coming.The baby is coming?I was frozen to the floor while Estelle was pocking my face.Leon came into the living room, leaning against the door frame. "Time for another baby, baby?"Rebecca started beaming, all nervousness gone. "Yup! Do you think we'll make it in time to the hospital?""I'll go get the bag. The baby has to stay put, she has no choice", Leon told us with a wink.Marthe swooped inside the room. "Nonsense - Rebecca will give birth here! The nearest hospital is at least an hour away, no matter how fast you speed Leon!""What do you mean she'll give birth here!?!", I screeched."All the woman here do home births. I'll go get Agnes and Juliette, they are midwives!", Marthe sing-sang.Victor stopped her. "Go get the bag Leon."Leon saluted and rushed up the stairs. Rebecca went to her kids."Mummy and daddy are off to get Sara out the tummy.""How will you do that?", Adrien asked."The doctor will do it", she brushed his hair back and kissed their f
"What could go wrong?", I asked my future son-in-law, but he vehemently denied talking to him."Whatever", Marthe threw her arms into the air, angry and stalked away.Victor sat down at the kitchen table and drew the cookie box to him. "Smart."Michael turned to me. "What if he is faking it? What if he talked to the detectives to gain my trust and then sell me out to my mother or Eleanor? I can never be too sure and I won't talk to him without the law by my side. Lucas is more experienced in matters like those or knows somebody who knows what to do - in this case, I don't belong to those people, so I won't act out of anger."Sara got inside, carrying the babies in her arms. Her face showed worry and she turned to Michael. "And?""I won't talk to him without Lucas", Michael told her, his thumb brushing her arm. Always hands on each other. "We can never be too sure he isn't two-faced.""Good idea", Sara nodded. "Is it actually safe to stay in your flat now?""It's been cleared of the bu
I took a deep breath, catching his eyes. I knew the text by heart, so I just looked at him and forgot the paper in my hands."You were there when I needed you the most, at the hospital, as I recovered, and that twice. You tried your hardest to make me happy, you nearly broke your back in exhaustion but kept going. You stuck around and loved me with the same intensity. Just thinking about you makes me smile, seeing you happy makes me happy, seeing you sad makes me sad. And when you smile at me as if I were the only woman on this world, the best thing that could have happened to you, as if I were the biggest achievement of it all, one corner of your mouth always higher than the other, it's always the right one, with your dimples showing - my heart swells up with love and feels like it could explode. Even now, so many memories later."Michael cried silently with a smile. I wiped his tears away, continuing to speak."Life with you seems so much more intriguing and promising." My own voice
I mouthed and mouthed compliments to her, until she was beaming again and walking with a raised head.I heard dad laugh, but I couldn't stop staring at Sara - the rest of the room and people were pale, grey, boring compared to her. It disappeared in a blur, while all of my senses sharpened on her.And as she stood in front of me, I whispered: "Beautiful. Perfect." I took her hands. I needed to hold her, or else I would go insane. I leaned forward to this angel, almost not daring to move as if she could vanish suddenly, holding my breath at this perfect being that was really my wife! "I wish I could kiss you already", I whispered.Sara's cheeks and ear flushed and she leaned forward, making our foreheads touch. Her eyes were full of an expression that said 'do it'. And I nearly did, hadn't the woman spoken.And then - long minutes and many tears later, we were proclaimed as husband and wife - and I could finally, finally! kiss her.And I did. I poured all of my love into the kiss - an
Michael's POVDecemberNew York, the Rink at Rockefeller CenterMy old Sara was almost back. She was bubbly again, happy and talk-active, but non-stop or constantly clutched to me.I wanted that - so I could protect her.It's December, 4 months later after mon amour had been kidnapped.Sara parked the car and we both got out. I waited until she circled the car, then intertwined our hands as we went to the ice skating center.Our wedding was planned. Everything was organized, ready for the big day, waiting for us.We both had finished seeing our therapist, Sara just a few minutes ago. I had picked her up and let her drive us here, to surprise her. The dogs were looked after by Jess and Philipp for the few hours we would be gone.Now we were waiting for January 23rd, our unofficial one year anniversary and wedding date.With Sara in tow, her hands wrapped around my arm, while I had my arm propped up in a 90 degree angle, we went onto the ice.Sara giggled."What is it honey?", I turned
He had styled his hair how I loved it - with the curl falling onto his handsome face, the rest of his waves brushed back loosely. He looked as always proper and delicious in his suit - he had chosen a dark grey colour, a grey tie and a blush pink handkerchief to fit our theme; of course he thought of everything, my clever man!I spotted how he swallowed, how he beamed, how he bobbed his feet up and down in his excitement, how he wiped his eyes once again.Faster, faster, faster!Why was this aisle so damn long?Michael winked at me as he spotted how impatient I got. 'Love you', he mouthed.My heart was melting with love.Finally - finally we reached him. Dad hugged me, kissed my cheek.Then Michael and dad patted each other on the shoulder, then hugged. "Take care of her", dad said to him, making tears well up in my eyes. He handed me over, making me take Michael's hand. Dad squeezed our holding hands."Always", Michael whispered back to my father, then turned to me. "Beautiful. Perfe
Mum spotted my reaction and leaned over, whispering sweetly into my ear. "I think it was worth going out today."I nodded as she kissed my hair, tears blurring my vision.Maybe this was a sign that I would be awarded if I stepped out. Maybe this was a sign that not everything was cruel.I thought of Michael. I thought of how I sat close to him at work with another two friends close to me, friends I could trust and I knew had visited me during my unconscious time in the hospital.My lips trembled. I wanted to show Michael this dress. I wanted to show him what had made this day so special, besides waking up next to him.Betty and Olive, the two more than helpful female employees, helped me yet again in this dress and as Betty buttoned it up, Olive's eyes shone. "This is your dress, isn't it?"I looked at the small mirror in the changing room, my bottom lip shaking heavily.Who was this woman in the mirror? She was breathing taking with her big eyes and square face, with the hourglass bo
He talked to me about the wedding to cheer me up. He talked to me about our nephew and nieces, showed me videos of Adrien, Estelle and Sara. He talked to me about our babies and how the incident had only made his protective manner grow, and he showed that without a doubt.His hand quickly laid over my body when Hector got too close. When someone came in unannounced, he sent a death glare towards the door.The way he talked to me though, with this softness and this new-found love, only made me suspect more that he wanted a baby even more quickly.It was a nice technique to make me forget about my aching body, I must admit. And I let myself be endorsed in the baby talk, in the name choosing, in how the baby would change our lives - because honestly? After what had happened, I wanted to make the most out of my life. I wanted to have a baby with him.I wanted to live. I wanted to make the world a happy and safe place for my babies. I want to have all of Michael's babies and put more 'us'
Sara's POVAt first, I blinked.Then, unfamiliar faces appeared in a silhouette above me.The harsh light made me close my eyes again.Had the policemen turned on the light once they had found me?Was I free again?"Ms Basic?", the male voice asked, shaking my shoulder. "Are you awake Ms Basic?"I nodded, my head gradually starting to hurt.I weakly raised my arm, still disorientated where I was, who I was, what day and time it was?With my hand, I shielded my eyes from the harsh light and slowly opened them.Wait, I could move my hands?"Where ... am I?", I coughed, my throat dry."In the hospital, Ms Basic. Your fiancé brought you here after you were held hostage", the man explained. I turned my head slightly to see his coat.This was my doctor?Another hand moved around my body. I turned to see the light rose outfit of the nurse.I was in a hospital room ...?But that means - I had been rescued! I had really seen Michael!I jumped up; immediately their hands caught me.It all came
Sara's POVI panted and cried and whaled as Noah repeatedly stabbed my legs. In and out, always in a new spot. The wet sound echoed in my ear.My body had grown numb and cold to the pain once he stopped stabbing me.My vision only got worse.The corners turned black.I had trouble staying conscious.I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep."Why would you call him!?", Noah yelled. He grabbed my head. Everything was spinning. "Why why why? Why do keep on clinging onto him!? Is it because he has more money? Is it because he is a shameless flirt!? Is it because both of you are divorced!?"Noah grabbed a good chunk of my hair and with a swift swipe, cut off half my hair.He let my own hair fall onto me."I'll derange so much he won't love you anymore!", Noah yelled, his voice breaking. "And then I'll kill you - because you know what? A whore like you isn't worth this pain! If I can't have you, nobody can have you!"Noah cut off the other half of my hair."The more I look at you, the more
Sara's POVNoah's tongue slipped out of my mouth, causing blood and saliva to drip out my mouth, running down my chin.My ex-husband, my abductor, stepped back with a fond smile. His eyes ... they were filled with love. With love?Every core of my body grew disgusted at this realization. What a sick fucker! Did he enjoy torturing me? How could he like something so grotesque?!With every second he kept me here, the more the man I had loved disappeared from my memories. As if the old Noah distanced himself or was being replaced with this abusive psycho.Whatever I had once felt to him - those feelings and memories felt foreign right now, unfamiliar, disgusting, vile. Why had I wasted over four years with you? Why hadn't it been Michael who I could have met at my university? Why couldn't I be happy from the start?"Did you feel anything?", Noah purred, tracing the side of my face with his knuckles.With angry tears, I heavily shook my head.Noah didn't hesitate - his slap left my face nu