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
Kiara's POV:*****beginning of February*****The last couple of months have passed at an unbelievable speed. Dean has become an overprotective maniac driving me absolutely insane. Once we had moved into our new house, I had intended on going back to work.What shall I say? I was banned from work within the company building. Dean let me work from my home office, but there was no way round for me getting to go back to work directly in the company building. He thinks I get more rest here at home. Which didn't stop me from visiting in between, though. The first day I came to visit, Gina was going all crazy. Dean had already mentioned I would be coming down to visit. So Gina went all out on me, with a huge bunch of flowers, chocolates, cake, a gift card for my favourite french restaurant, and a box with baby stuff. I was welcomed back with so much love. Oh, and not to forget the balloons and garlands she had hung up everywhere.Dean simply shook his head at all of it, but I could see the
Kiara's POV:"Sure, just making sure everything is ready. I don't know why, but I keep on having the urge to come in here today. How come you're home so early?" A look out of the window tells me it's damn early. It's February and still light outside."I was worried as you didn't answer your phone. The security didn't see you leave the house, so I thought I better come and check on you. Why the hell weren't you answering your phone?""Guess I must have forgotten it upstairs. I was reading after work was done, but I couldn't concentrate. So I came down to check on the room again.""Damn Kar, you know you're supposed to have your phone on you 24/7. Imagine if anything had happened.""Sorry, I simply forgot it one floor above us." I roll my eyes at him. Dean is losing it a little again at the moment. He calls me at least once an hour. And he'll even do that if he's in a meeting, just to check if I'm ok. I told him that if he's so nervous, he could have one of the security guys stay in the
Dean's POV:Alright, I'll admit to myself that when it comes down to Kiara, I might not be the tough guy, which I'm usually during my work. And with her, I definitely lose control again and again, which never used to happen. Right now, I'm losing control again, and it's not just because of her, but our babies too.It's too damn early, six weeks too early. They'll be too light, they might not be able to breathe yet properly and be totally fragile. They might need an incubator, Hayley and I had to go into one after birth. What if their hearts are weak? No, the doc said their hearts were fine. But I mean, two days ago, he also said everything was ok.So if he didn't see the birth coming, he might have not seen something else either? What if the pain gets too much for Kiara? She's been through so much pain already. I can't bear to see her in pain again. And it's going to be my fault again. Yep, this pain is definitely my fault. I fucked her, I got her pregnant, so this is my god damn faul
Dean's POV:"The doctors are still taking care of your fiancé, but it looks like she's going to be ok. Do you want to come and meet your babies?""Oh my god, yes, yes, please." My heart is slamming so hard in my chest right now.She takes me through some doors, and then I'm finally in a room where nurses are taking care of two babies. "Are they ok?" I ask, worried about the possible answer while I walk closer."They've both been examined, and yes, they are both ok. The oxygen values on your son were a little low for a short while, but they've already recovered. And both seem to be perfectly healthy, normal babies. Only a bit tinier and still very light. But that's normal for being premature. Luckily, both of them are breathing normally, too. Would you like to hold them?"I nod my head frantically. "Yes" is all I'm able to say.She shows me a nursing chair in the corner of the room. "For babies direct skin contact is very important even more so with premature babies. It would be best i
****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