Olivia
Eight years later
I watched Javier as he was doing his photoshoot. He did very well. Still working as a part-time model and the brand ambassador of Blake’s product. He told me before that no one could replace Javier’s place and I was glad because their relationship remained the same until now. They were a good partner and also friends.
“Okay! That’s it for today! You did very well, Javier. Thank you so much,” Sean-the photograph ended the session and thanked Javier. I was happy when he complimented on how good Javier was. “I look forward to working together with you again,” he added and shook hands with Javier.
His eyes found me and walked towards me. “Good job,” I said while handed a cup of americano to him.
“Thank you.” He grabbed it and drank a sip from it. He looked at me, smiled, and said, “It’s thanks to your ability as my manager as well.”
I returned his smile and drank my latte. I remembered after I graduated from high school, I enrolled in the University of California by taking communication studies, graduated in four years, and began working as a model manager. As I suspected, I enjoyed the job. I joined Javier’s agency and immediately assigned to be his manager. Regardless of our past, we worked together very well.
We were a good team, even Heidi complimented us. She was still being Karen’s manager. Said that she couldn’t leave her anymore and wanted to witness her being successful until she became a supermodel. I didn’t want to be overconfident but thanks to me, a lot of brands wanted Javier to be their model. I was managed to promote him and explained how perfect Javier was as a model. It didn’t matter whether he was just a part-timer; he did a brilliant job. Even if I had to compare him to other full-time models.
“Thanks for today, Liv. I have to go home now,” he said and tossed the empty cup to the bin. “There’s something I need to do,” he added and made me look at him again. I found myself smiling because I knew what he was referring to.
“I’m happy for you, Javier.”
He smiled nervously. “Do you think she’s going to accept me?”
“She will. She’s the only one for you. The one who could handle you, all of you.”
“You’re right. I have no idea what I have done to deserve her. I was such an asshole to her before yet she stays.”
“That’s the proof that she loves you regardless of what you have gone through. And what you are. Don’t ever let her go, Javier.”
“I won’t.” I knew he wouldn’t. Javier was so in love with her, the girl who managed to stole his heart completely. I always prayed that Javier would meet someone who would love him wholly and dearly. He found her and I knew he would do anything so she would stay by his side. “You need a ride home?”
“Sure.”
We walked out of the studio and the building together. Getting in his car. Heading to my home.
***
Blake
It had been eight years.
Eight years since I got the woman I wanted.
Eight years since I left my adoptive family.
Four years since I vowed to only love one woman in my whole life.
And four years…since we were gifted a miracle into our life.
I was laying on the sofa holding Kyrie-our daughter, sleeping on my chest. She was such a wonderful child and I loved her deeply. She was the second woman I fell in love with after my wife. The second she blinked her beautiful blue eyes on me, I fell in love, and Kyrie had officially wrapped me around her tiny fingers.
I remembered after Olivia graduated from college, we got married, and she surprised me that she was already four weeks pregnant. I was shocked but Olivia wanted to give me the wedding present right at our wedding. The memory of her in the wedding gown remained fresh in my mind. She was so fucking beautiful with her dress, looking exactly like the true angel. And the nine months we spend together waiting for Kyrie to showed herself was quite tough. Her hormones kicked her hard and sometimes she went uncontrollable. But it was worth it in the end.
Because we could meet Kyrie, our little angel. We were very happy when we learned we would be having a baby girl, our Princess.
I vowed that I would protect her. I wouldn’t let Kyrie went through the same problems as her parents. She would live happily with our watches. I landed a kiss on her forehead and at the same time, I heard someone was closing the car’s door as I smirked. “Mommy is back, little Princess.”
I wanted to get up and welcomed my beautiful wife home like usual but I felt bad if I had to wake Kyrie up. So, I chose to still laid down and the door was opened. Her steps were coming closer and she found me on the couch. Did I tell you how good she was with her shoulder-length hair? She looked damn stunning. And edible as well.
“Welcome home, baby.”
She smiled. “I’m home.” She moved forward and kneeled herself as we kissed.
“How’s your day?”
“Good,” she replied and sat on the floor. She rubbed Kyrie’s back when she asked, “You handled her well?”
“Of course. She’s big now and I can handle her just fine.” She hummed and was looking at Kyrie with those loving brown eyes of her.
Kyrie was the exact same as her mother. Brown hair but my blue eyes. I hoped she would grow up like Olivia, not the mini-me.
“I have something for you,” she said and pulled out something from her purse. She handed a white envelope to me.
“Do you want to resign?” I jokingly asked.
“No. Just take it.” I grabbed it from her hand and pulled out a picture. I swore my fucking heart just stopped. What the fuck?
I looked at her, found her smiling happily, and my eyes went back to the ultrasound picture once again. “H-How long?”
“Seven weeks.”
“But…you’re on the pill.”
“I must have accidentally skipped it or your sperm just as stubborn as you are so you have to impregnate me once again,” she joked and it made me laughed.
I couldn’t contain my happiness. “Come here you.” She moved closer and connected our lips. I was overwhelmed with a lot of joy since I had her with me.
“I think it’s going to be a boy this time,” she said.
“I don’t mind another girl.”
“You will be their stalker if the second one is a girl.”
“I don’t care. My girls will not date anyone. Forever,” I smirked.
“You are crazy,” she laughed and we kissed again. Maybe Olivia had forgotten something.
No one said no to Blake Morgan.
THE END