NATEIt had been a week since the terrifying letter from Robert, and Daisy was still on edge. If she wasn't waking up in the night with nightmares, she was bouncing her knee up and down when she sat. I caught her staring out the window yesterday, and it took me two minutes to get her to answer me; she was in a complete daze. Luckily, tonight was my parents anniversary party, hopefully a good distraction for what has happened. "Baby I don't know what to wear" Daisy strolled into the bedroom looking anxious, wearing nothing but her black silk gown. Damn I want to rip that straight off her. "What?" She looked at me quizzically, with her hands on her hips, a scowl etched on her face. "Nothing, beautiful" I slowly edged towards her, and placed my hands over hers. "No, not now" she insisted, pushing me away. "I need a dress" "Okay, we'll find you a dress baby" I started. "But first" I picked her up, and tossed her into the bed. She screamed, breaking into a fit of laughter. "I said
DAISYFrom the moment Nate said he couldn't find us both, I panicked. My whole body shook, terrified for my little baby. Without her I'm nothing. She's my everything. I needed to find her, but I knew where she was; he had her. He must do. I stood with my arms wrapped around myself, shivering from the ice cold nightly breeze. Goosebumps decorated my skin, making the hairs stand up. Nate had placed his black jacket around my shoulders as I was too much in shock to move to put it on. I hadn't even thanked him for helping look, how he was taking care of me, and how he'd organised a huge search throughout the whole place. Maybe I was being selfish, but right now I didn't care. I just wanted my baby back. As soon as I worded that in my head I bent over in hysterics. The tears flowed down my cheeks faster, gushing like a waterfall, and my screams filled my ears. There were no cars on the road, it was as empty as my heart, and so everyone turned to face me as soon as I broke down. Nate wa
NATE"No, he sent a text message" I repeated for the fourth time to the ignorant detective on the other side of the phone. "Okay, and he didn't specifically state it was from him?" "No, but does that matter? You can clearly tell it is!" I argued, tempted to put the phone down and take her phone down to the station and show them. "Look, Sir, I understand you're frustrated but-"Click. "Wait" I interrupted. "Sir?" I heard the door make a noise, and instantly panicked. There was no way he could get up here, but if he did somehow, I wanted to make sure he didn't hurt Daisy. "Sir?" The detective shouted down my ear in a firm voice, but I ignored him as I tiptoed towards the door. As I rounded the corner from the kitchen, I noticed that no one was here. "I'll call you back" I ended the call, and left to find Daisy. As I dashed through the apartment, searching every room, I realised she wasn't here. "Daisy!" I yelled, panic rushing through my veins. I ran outside to the balcony b
NATEThey'd been searching the river ten minutes before they got hold of the baby blanket. It was in fact Hopes. It had her name engraved, and had a tiny Daisy in the corner. My heart reached my toes as soon as they brought it over to me, while my stomach did an acrobatic flip. Nauseated would be an understatement to describe how my stomach felt right now. You know that feeling when something really stresses you out, hurts you, breaks you even, and you feel compelled to do something, yet there is nothing you can do. You go on to feeling angry, building a bubble of frustration around yourself because you just want everything to go back to the way it was, and for everything to be fine. My body is in that moment. I'm exhausted with stress and heartbroken. I just want to find them both. I lay my head on the metal railing of the bridge, ignoring the freezing temperature as it soaks into my forehead, and sob. For once in the past three hours I'd been left alone. Amanda hadn't returned my
NATEIt had been twelve hours since Daisy's disappearance. I'd spent all night with the detective and nodded off - without wanting to - for about two hours this morning. It was now eleven am and I had to go see Amanda. Her lack of communication was strange. I'd presumed she would phone me back by now, but she hadn't. Maybe she didn't think it was anything serious? I didn't leave a voicemail or anything.I exhaled as I slammed the car door and walked up her small drive. Her car was here, a good sign. I knocked the door using my knuckle, and pressed the doorbell. The ding-dong noise went on forever and was louder than my morning alarm. I waited impatiently for almost a minute, about to press the doorbell again, when she opened the door. She was flustered, covered in flour, and was shocked to see me. "Nate?" She questioned. "Are you okay?" She pushed a piece of hair behind her ear and studied me intensely. I gulped a huge lump as I realised she really had no idea what had happened, a
NATEWords couldn't describe how I felt seeing Daisy this morning. After the drive to the hospital, I'd convinced myself it was bad news. So when the doctor met us in the arrival area to tell us they were both okay, only suffering minor injuries, I almost melted to the floor in relief. The first words that left my mouth were 'take me to them'. I wasn't waiting another second to see my girls. Hope was in the children's unit. She had been thoroughly checked as far as I was aware, and was thankfully okay. However, not being a biological parent, they wouldn't tell me anything unfortunately. Yet they hadn't visited Daisy to tell her otherwise, so I took it as a positive sign. I also wanted to be able to tell Hope about her new baby brother or sister, so we would have to wait until after the doctor had done the scan. Daisy has finished her urine sample and we were waiting for the doctors results. She was dipping a thin plastic stick in it - apparently their version of a pregnant test - an
DAISY"Where could he be?" "Have you got a trail on him?""Do you know anything?" I listened to a fuming Nate throw question after question at the detective like a game of catch, only the detective wasn't having any fun playing at all. In fact, I could hear him sighing with annoyance at every question. Most likely because he didn't know the answer. Hope had been taken out and was being watched by one of the police officers. Nate refused to leave until he was adamant she was one hundred percent safe, and in the right arms. Since I'd fainted, everything had been hectic. Especially Nate. And right now I was too exhausted to take control, but I had to before he spiralled. I needed him, he was the light that helped me find my way, and without him I'd be terrified that Robert could get me again. I never intended for that to happen before. I was going to meet him, manipulate him, and hopefully Nate would of got there on time. That's why I left my phone in the apartment. But Robert was t
NATEMy eyes squinted open, feeling as refreshed as ever, and searched the room around me. I swivelled my head to the right, beaming like the sunlight as my eyes focused on Daisy and Hope. Fast asleep, both cuddled into my chest, they looked so peaceful. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. My girls. Maybe even a little boy. God, my heart soared at that reminder. We were having a baby. I still couldn't get over that. They were both back, a baby growing inside her, and last night was the best sex of my life. I chuckled silently at the latter, but it really was. Five times. Five times we made love, and we only couldn't make it a sixth because Hope had tiptoed her way into the bedroom with her plush unicorn, crying for a cuddle from 'Nate and mommy'. She actually wanted me to give her a cuddle as well. She wasn't my child, but I considered her as much as one as the one growing inside Daisy. She deserves a father, and I'm willing to be that. So last night was perfect. Every bit of it. A
Nate ~ 6 months later. I take one look at my beautiful wife and feel a tight pulling on my heart strings. She's so perfect, so beautiful, and goddamn sexy. But she's also amazing inside too. Even more amazing now there's something else inside her. Baby Clarke: Due October 10th. I held the baby scan in front of my face for what felt like the hundredth time, but simultaneously still felt like the first. The excitement building inside my chest, the pounding of my heart, and the love I already carried inside me for this little human that wasn't even here yet, was enough to convince me my life was perfect. I lifted my eyes up to Daisy again, smiling as she laughed so hard at something my mother said about my father, and then dropped my eyes back to the scan picture. I'm sure there was a twinkle in my eye, I was the happiest I could be. After Robert made his final entrance into our lives and tried to officially end Daisies, but ended up dead himself, we were free. He could no longer hu
NateIt's been a week since Daisy's outburst. I've been mentally preparing myself if she has another, but there's only so much I can do. Next time, if there is a next time, she could leave and never come back. The thought makes me anxious and terrified, but hopefully with a counsellor there shouldn't be anything to worry about.We both agreed that at least one session a week would be beneficial and, if she doesn't feel too comfortable, I can attend the sessions with her. The counsellor agreed it was okay and explained it can be extremely helpful in these situations. I just wanted my girl back and happy. I lay beside her in bed, arm possessively wrapped around her and stroking her bare back. She was so fucking perfect. Little snores vibrated on my chest and filled my ears, making me smile down at her. She would definitely call me a creep if she knew I was watching her sleep, but I couldn't help myself. She was soon to be my wife and no woman compared to her, no one could ever hold my
DaisyI woke to soft, feathery sheets enveloping me; memory foam surrounding my head; and a big, strong arm wrapped across me. Nate was holding onto me as if I was about to slip out of his hold if he didn't. Fingers curled around my waist, while the rest of his rock solid body pressed against my back. I hummed contently. I'd missed this so much being in hospital. The beds were uncomfortable and my gorgeous boyfriend - no fiancé - wasn't beside me all night, holding me tight."Morning, beautiful." His husky voice was music to my ears, so sexy and hot. I turned so I was facing him. Sleep looked good on him, his eyes were heavy and his hair was more tousled than usual. "You're so sexy." "As much as I want to ravage you right now, and show you just how sexy I can be," He growled, nipping at my earlobe. "Hope is due in school today and there's nothing better than her mommy being able to take her." A big smile spread across my face. I'd completely forgot about Hope being back at school.
Daisy To be awake, to be alive, and to see the two most important people to me, is beyond amazing. I look up at Nates face to see him tickling Hope and making her laugh, a smile spread on my face. It's all I need right now. Of course, being awake has its disadvantages too. Like the fact Robert was the first face I saw when my eyes opened. I still hadn't told anybody that he was definitely here, albeit I heard rumours. Sometimes, I think the detectives think I'm hard of hearing and not suffering a gunshot wound. Each time they escort Nate outside the room, I hear them. It's starting to get irritating. As if the detective had pulled out a crystal ball and began trying to read my mind, he entered the room. First, he addressed Nate. "Good morning, I see you're all happy today. That's what I like to see." Then he turned to me. His face changed instantly. "And, how are you? Daisy." I scoffed. I'm not sure why I was being so sour towards him today, but I wasn't in the mood for his usual
Nate A week passed and Daisy still wasn't awake. I was losing my mind. Why couldn't she just wake up? It had been nearly four months, Christmas was almost here. "Daddy? I really want mommy to wake up now." Hope climbed onto my lap, blankie in hand, with eyes so sad. "I know baby, so do I." I gave her a cuddle, rubbing her back. "Would you like to see her again?" It was a rational decision. It was about eight in evening, she should have been in bed. But I was missing Daisy more than ever tonight too. "Yes! Can we go now?" She jumped up, accidentally kicking me in the stomach. I hid a groan. "Of course, go put your slippers on. You can go in your pyjamas." I chucked a pair of sweats on with a plain T-shirt while she found her slippers, and waited at the door. She came running in with so much excitement, I couldn't contain my smile. She was so precious. I picked her up and carried her to the car. I was surprised she hadn't fell asleep in the car, but once we got there she was stil
Nate"Hope, which one will mommy love?" "Hmm," she twisted her mouth with her index finger patting her lips. "I think that one, daddy" Engagement rings. She hadn't woke up yet, but she would. She had to. I had faith. In a moment of madness, but definitely not something I regret, I asked Daisy to marry me. I meant every word I said to her and would say it a thousand times over if I could. I was getting this ring, and in a few weeks time - maybe months, I was getting down on one knee and sliding it on her left hand. She was going to be Mrs Clarke. Hope had pointed to a rose gold ring. It was beautiful. I always imagined ordinary gold or silver, but this was different. Beautiful and unique like her. It stood out like she did. The diamond in the middle sparkled against the glass as the tiny bit of sun we had shone through, brightening Hopes little face up. I already imagined both their faces the day it happens, especially when I mention her little girl picked the ring. "Okay, we'll go
Three months laterNate"Now then, Hope, what are you bringing for mommy today?" I kneeled down to her level, pushing her stray hairs behind her ears. "A teddy bear. They always make me feel safe when I'm asleep" she cuddled the grey bear in her arms, squeezing tight with her eyes shut. "Perfect" I whispered, so she couldn't hear the tears in my voice. It had been three months since Robert shot Daisy. I'd spent endless nights lying awake, praying for the positive. It seemed, the positive - if there was any, didn't want to be my friend. If there was such thing as a god, like we all want to believe, then where was he? Where was he when Daisy was being tortured by her husband? Where was he when she was kidnapped? And where was he right now? Daisy had been comatose for three months. Where was he? I was never a church guy, if I'm honest, but now I attended church each Sunday with Hope and spent more time than I ever imagined in the chapel in the hospital. She'd ask why we were sitting,
DaisyThe continuous ring in my ears was agonising. A monotonous buzzing amongst a bunch of muffled screams. It was the only noise surrounding us, yet all I could hear was my fear; the erratic pounding of my heart and heavy breathing. He was here. A life threatening bomb had exploded on the floors above us, and I was more frightened by his presence. Charcoal smoke started to fill my lungs and interfere with my sight as it danced past us slowly but quickly. I could briefly feel Hopes tiny body shaking in my arms, and the agonising sound of her cries. He did this. He was hurting our little girl. Why did he do it? Why was he so cruel? My head felt swamped with anger and memories I didn't want as I remembered all those times he hurt me. Each time there was less physical pain from becoming accustomed to it, but the pain I felt inside, the emotion tearing inside my chest, grew a centimetre each time. His anger-led words, dripping with venom and torture, became believable. Useless. Worthle
NateThe wedding had started over half an hour ago. We were seated on the front row of chairs with my mother and father, and there were several security guards hidden around us. I didn't tell Daisy, I didn't want her to know that I'd hired several tough-looking men to watch over us in case of her ex. She hadn't mentioned any fears of Robert being here today, so I wanted to take precaution without worrying her. "She looks so beautiful" she whispered to me as she gazed at Sheila. "Not as beautiful as you" and I meant it. I wasn't just saying it. She really did look breathtaking. The stylists had made her look gorgeous without going too over the top. She had a baby pink midi dress hugging her curves, which fell off her shoulders. It exposed just enough cleavage to make my cock hard and jealousy spike through me as I imagined all the attention she'd receive for it, but she looked beautiful. Her hair was in big curls, softly floating around her shoulders, and her lips were a subtle pink