Fiona’s POV This kiss is unlike any we have shared lately. There is a sweetness to it. It’s tender and affectionate and it hurts as much as I crave it. And, it’s cut too short. Somebody clears their throat, forcing us to break apart. Kieran stands there with a huge smile on his face. Amelia’s ha
The man I love holds my hand. Our daughter chatters happily. Soft music plays in the back. Is this what happiness tastes like? I am too afraid to answer because I am too afraid it will all slip away. Before I know it, we are pulling up in front of my house. He comes around and opens both of our d
So, I shyly tuck my head down as I take a bite of soup and all I can think is: I wish every day was like today. ____________________ Micah’s POV As I help Fiona do the dishes, I can’t help but think how it is time for me to go and I want to do anything but that. It feels like for the first time
Rowena’s POV The child just won’t stop crying. Rowena looks at him from over the rim of the glass of wine she takes dainty sips from. The child’s face goes red as he sees his mother not paying any attention to him. Rowena rolls her eyes and looks at the toddler with disgust. “Emily!” She screams
Susan, one of Amelia's classmates, proudly displays a photo of her and her dad. "Look at him! Isn't my dad the most handsome?" she exclaims, showing off the picture. "Yeah, he really is!" another classmate agrees, nodding in approval. They all gather around her with round eyes as they agree to what
Micah’s POV “Mommy says that’s a bad word.” I can’t seem to reply. I am frozen, shocked by the faint scent that is coming from her. It’s a unique scent. It belongs to royalty. It belongs to great power. It belongs to me. She smells like my blood. My kin. She smells like me. Which is impossible
I hug her tightly and kiss her cheek. “I am going to fulfill everything you ever wish for, my love.” “Promise?” She asks with a big, gummy smile. “Promise.” I say, with my heart on my fucking sleeve, knowing full well that this tiny creature already has me wrapped around her little finger. _____
Fiona’s POV I wake up with puffy eyes. Just like I have for the past few days. Micah hasn’t called nor has he picked any of mine. This time, it feels like we ended before we could even start. A pang of sorrow lashes through me but I try to stuff it down. I sigh and walk out of my room … only to