Dean's POV:It's been six weeks since that dreadful court case. Although I know how hard that court case was for Kiara, to be precise for all of us, she went through with it in a typical Kiara way. She cursed the hell out on the people, especially my mother and Mr Cole.If I hadn't been so worried about her, it would have been hilarious to watch. In the end, she even got a fine and was nearly thrown out of the court for bad behaviour. Tsss, I can't believe they called her out for bad behaviour after what she has been through.Calling Mr Cole, a cold-hearted bastard or my mother, a psycho baby stealing horror freak while they were brought into the courtroom in handcuffs, wasn't exactly what the judge liked to hear.And the lot worse, cursing, while their lawyers tried to find a way to get them out of the shit while pressuring Kiara was cursing on a completely new level. I know how afraid she was. But one thing's for sure, she wouldn't show that to any of them. Jeez, if she behaved anyt
Dean's POV:The things between Kiara and me have definitely shifted a lot in the last couple of weeks, too. It's taken a lot of talks, but I know she fully believes me with every single detail now and trusts me again. She made me promise not to ever keep anything like that from her ever again. Not that I would, I've for sure learned my lesson. So our move today isn't like going back to ground zero and starting new. Instead, we're moving on together and starting a new life together. A new life, with love and trust and bringing a closure to the mistakes I made even if I only did them to protect her.It's just the way I wished for it to be.****4 pm****"Do you think they're done yet? It's Saturday, and it's 4 pm." Kiara is starting to get more and more impatient. She's not even seen the house in real life yet. Much to her disapproval, I thought it was too dangerous taking her on the building site with the wheelchair."Yeah, I guess they should be done soon. How about we get changed and
Kiara's POV:No matter how hard I try to hold them back, I can't stop the tears from flowing. Of course, it's also my hormones overwhelming me right now. There's no denying, though, that I would have probably shed a couple of tears even if I hadn't been pregnant.So much is happening at once. I'm moving into my new home. An absolute dream home right from the first sight. Dean has organized a Christmas party for me, as he knows I've never experienced anything like it. He's organized the most beautiful decorations I've ever seen. This is like walking, ok, let's say rolling into one of my dream Christmas places. A Christmas wonderland where even Santa would feel at home if he was real. And our friends but also Gale and Brent are here, which means the most to me. People who have become family to me, more than my own parents have ever been. People whom I trust and love. The last part adding to my emotional state is the stress leaving me in this moment. Stress caused through all the bad th
Kiara's POV:Gale calls us all to the table for dinner. She may not be Dean's birth mother, yet she's more of a mother to him than his own has ever been. And now she's kinda adopted me too, and gives me all her love. The food is possibly the best food I've ever eaten.There's ham with crackling on top, a stuffed turkey, dumplings, roast potatoes, all kinds of different vegetables, yorkshire pudding, and gravy. God, I love yorkshire pudding with gravy. Devouring my food, I can't help but moan softly in between, which has Dean next to me, tensing up. While Tyler, on the other side, clears his throat once or twice and then bursts out into laughter."Ok, I'll make sure to get you more decent food if this is the way you respond to it." He teases, causing Dean to glare at him for what feels like the millionth time tonight. Sean, on the other side of the table, laughs."This usually works best with chocolate cake or Ben and Jerry's," Sean adds. Traitor!Well, Tyler already knows the Ben and J
Kiara's POV:"Oh my god, Igor. What are you doing here?" My eyes widen in disbelief to see him here in London, even more so here at home. "After everything I read about you in the news, I had to come and check if my baby racer is ok!" The guy who seemed a little intimidating at first to me, who's a real macho, has developed a soft spot for me.From Dean, I had heard that Igor and his whole family had inquired how I was recovering a couple of times. Apparently, I left quite a good impression with them. After our race and the night at the club in Russia, Igor kept up to date through the news and later on Dean. At first, Dean wasn't exactly pleased that Igor was showing so much interest. But as it seems, he's fine with it now. Perhaps because it's clear, I've fully forgiven him, and he's not worried about Igor."So how are you keeping? I heard you acted hard just like a real Russian girl. You'd still be welcome to stay with us anytime." He gives me a wink before his arms wrap around me
Kiara's POV:"Ready for some fun?" Igor smirks while we leave the house. He has a Mercedes parked in front of our door. It's not a rental, so I wonder where he's got it from. But hey, I sure don't want to get too far into his business. Sectretly, I still wonder if they have connections to the Mafia? I've had enough trouble lately, and don't fancy getting dragged somewhere again just because I've been too nosy."You know driving here is a little crazy. Everything is on the wrong side," he complains, causing me to laugh."Well, I had no issues driving on the other side of the road in Russia. Guess it takes a good driver." I tease, causing him to curse once but giving me a smile right after.We arrive, with our three carsat a huge crowd and blasting music. Nick and Sean in one, Tyler and Chris in one, and Igor and me in one car. Immediately, I feel the excitement and heat rise as soon as I see the crowd and listen to the load of loud engines roaring. Mixed with the music, it's the most ad
Kiara's POV We come to stop next to the Nissan Skyline."Baby Racer, you love cars more than the most men I know. You know how to handle them. They're like a baby to you. You belong on the streets." Igor's deep voice adds."When ever you drive, you're in your element. You look ever so happy and free. You were born to race, Kar. I know it because I can see the passion in your eyes every time you do. My mother has taken a lot away from you. We don't know how much in the long run. But I'm not letting her take this away from you. So Igor helped me find your car, and we've had it changed to a hand drive. I know you're going to miss the pedals, and I promise if your legs will work again decently, we will take all the alterations away, and you can use it as a normal car. But until then, you will be able to use this hand drive car. You can change gears with your hand, use the breaks, and most importantly, of course, speed up with your hands."My hands are clutched across my gaping mouth. I
Kiara's POV:He would have let me drive. But I think after the accident, I want a little more practice with this car before I fully trust myself to drive with normal traffic. Even if that accident was never my fault, sitting behind the steering wheel today did make me realize as exciting as it is, I also need to get used to it again.I guess the trauma of someone targeting me like that in the car, without me being able to do a thing about it, seeped through too.Reaching home, I feel all excited to finally see the upper floor, too. Dean helps me grasp how to use the wheelchair lift up into the first floor where our bedroom is situated. When Dean opens the door, I'm lost for words.A huge bunch of roses is placed on a dark wooden table right in front of a window. The room is covered in rose petals, and fairy lights across the room give it a romantic flair. "I did want to put up candles, but I didn't want to burn our house down on the first night," Dean defends the fairy lights."I love
****12 years later****Dean's POV:"Dad, why the fuck am I not allowed to go to the party?" Phoebe whines and there's no doubt where she's got her language from."Because I said no. You're seventeen. You're not going to some party where the guys are just waiting to get you drunk and do things with you." "Damn dad, I'm seventeen and a half, so in half a year, I'm legal and can do whatever I want. Besides, you know exactly I can't do shit. You'll know exactly what I'm doing anyway.""Yes, the last time I had to see you kiss some guy as newest tweet from some stupid tabloid. And I'm sure not having that again." For years, I hated the media showing so much interest in our kids. Now, for the first time, I can see the perks of it as our kids can't do shit without us not knowing. Or them at least being afraid of getting caught."Damn, it was just a kiss. I didn't fuck him or anything. He didn't even touch me.""If he had, he'd be a dead man by now." I grit out, not even wanting to think abou
**** 3,5 years later****Kiara's POV:From my shaded place at the pool, I take a glance over to my husband. The way his muscles flex along his broad worked out shoulders is ever so delicious. God, how can someone look so incredibly good and mouth-watering? He turns around, and his toned chest and abs are right on view for me. The way his wet shorts cling to his body showing every well-built leg muscle, too. It definitely has my heat rising.His hands run through his wet hair while he clears his throat once he's standing in front of me. Damn, the way the water is drizzling down every perfect shaped and toned muscle on his body. And those wet, full, soft lips which are now twisting into a crooked smirk."Honey, if you keep on looking at me like that, I'll never finish preparing for Wyatt's birthday party in two hours. Jeez, just the look on your face turns me on like hell.""It's not my fault you had to jump into the pool and look so incredible delicious," I defend myself."Sorry, I nee
Kiara's POV: ****nearly 1,5 years later****My dreamy eyes linger on my two toddlers in front of the Christmas tree, while Dean is trying to convince them to play with the toys he so proudly chose but now aren't of interest to any of them. Instead, they are having hell of a fun playing with the wrapping paper. "Why the hell did I spend so much money on toys if all they want is some stupid wrapping paper?" Dean complains while walking up to me. Dean is such an adorable dad, and my heart swells every time I see my three loved ones playing together."I told you they don't need all of this fancy stuff and the amount of toys you bought. You went a little crazy again, didn't you?""I just want them to be happy and have everything they wish for." The expression on his face is a little sulky while looking across the floor to Phoebe and Leo. Phoebe, in the meantime, finds it awfully funny to put the sticky ends on to her brother and hiding his face under the wrapping paper."They're not even
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Kiara's POV:Once I've made sure to show my appearance nearly everywhere once, I take my time to fully take in everything here. This place is a huge mansion, and the garden is amazing. I've never seen anything like it. It's like a huge sculptured park with all kinds of flowers everywhere. The air is filled with a sweet scent of the roses and lavender. I love lavender. There are secret hideouts, fountains, a lake, and huge old trees, giving this place a romantic look as if it were from another century. Nancy obviously went all out on the decorations, too. I can see fairy lights everywhere, which are probably meant to light up the garden in the evening. Flower bouquets are spread throughout the area, torches put up for the night, huge ribbons, and other kinds of decorations wherever you look. We're so lucky with the summer weather, making it perfect. It's warm, but the many old trees give us enough space for people being able to stand and sit in the shade.This looks like a fairy tale
Kiara's POV:,"You're so god damn beautiful, Mrs Arlington." Dean whispers full of awe against my lips before drawing fully back. I love the way that sounds.People around us start laughing and cheering even more at Dean's eager kiss. Neither of us wanted to break out of it. He noticed right away when my legs had reached their limit, and now I'm in his amazing, strong arms. Arms, which make me feel treasured and protected in every single way.Sean was the only one who knew about me wanting to walk down the aisle. He rushes down the other end, where I have left my wheelchair behind, and he gets it for me. Tyler uses his chance to squeeze us first, and I literally mean squeeze because what he's doing right now isn't hugging. He's squeezing the living shit out of us."Air, Tyler. I need air." I manage to get out totally breathless while being squashed between Dean and him. "We're not a hamburger, and I'm not the piece of meat in between.""Oh, beautiful, but I wouldn't mind you being the
Dean's POV:And then she appears with Sean at her side. My heart stops for a second, as I don't just see my absolutely stunning bride, but also see how she gets up out of her wheelchair. Oh my god, she starts walking towards me, secured by Sean's arm. Step by step, she comes closer.Everyone around us is gasping at her sight."Holy fuck!" Tyler exclaims.I feel the urge to rush up to her and carry her the rest of the way here. I can clearly see she is struggling, but also how determined she is to walk her way up to me. She must have trained more than I knew. I had no idea she was able to walk again at all. Tears start rolling down my cheeks at my incredible bride.She's so strong, and seeing her walk totally knocks the breath out of me. Besides, she is absolutely stunning. Beautiful, sexy all in all beyond imagination. The dress she is wearing is beautiful too. As soon as she's in front of me, I can't hold back and wrap my arms around her and cry. I don't care what the people think,
Dean's POV:The last couple of hours have been torture. No scratch that ever since she left the house yesterday at lunchtime has been a torture. Damn, it's only been a little over 24 hours, and I'm missing her like hell. At least I had Phoebe and Leo during the daytime yesterday, while Gale took Kiara for a spa. But since Gale picked up my babies last night, I missed them all so incredible much.Tyler and Chris wanted to go for a strip club. No way was I up for that. I don't want to see any other woman naked in front of me, other than my own girl. To my surprise, Tyler even wasn't too pushy about it and quickly understood. Of course, he had a remark about it."Honestly, man, if I had Kiara at home, I wouldn't want to see any other chick naked again either. She's the jackpot, and no sexy stripper could keep up to that. Fuck, I'd never let her out of the bed again and fuck her until she couldn't walk and keep it going." Yes, he did get a smack for that from me.The thing with Tyler is,
Kiara's POV:Only minutes later, I hear the knock at the door Nancy and Gale have arrived. Apparently, Nancy has already been to our location where we're marrying, making sure everything is being prepared as it should be. She scares the shit out of me when she yells through the phone because the wedding cake hasn't been delivered yet. And there was me thinking I could be a badass and impatient.Gale gives me a huge smile and hug. "How are you feeling, darling?""Excited and nervous," I lower my voice for only her to hear. "And a little scarred of Nancy, to be honest." Gale looks across to Nancy, who is still yelling orders through the phone and laughs."You should have heard her ramble away beforehand. She was beyond pissed because the table clothes apparently now are an off-white instead of an eggshell white like she had ordered. Honestly, I couldn't tell the difference, but for her, it was a huge disaster, and she's saying the whole colour scheme has been messed up through it. She's