“So, where are we going?” I asked, almost thirteen-times-a-day.
“Surprise,” said Jason for the thirteen-times today.
“Tell me,” I don’t like surprises. Surprise means something unexpected is about to happen, and I don’t like unexcepted things in my life. “What is so secret about the place that you don’t want to share?”
“I don’t know but have some patience you’ll see once we land there,” replied Jason, giving me the sweetest but annoying smile at the same time.
“Yeah, right,” I said, turning my head and looking out at the window.
It’s been a week since our conversation that night, and right after our conversation, Jason started preparing for the trip to his unknown place. And as we have guessed, right? Aria is so happy about the trip and spending time with us.
And even though I’m not a fan of surprises, I think this one is worth waiting for.
Now as we all are sitting together in the back seat, in the car, going to a place that is unknown to me, both me and Aria, but do I mind, not really. I may not like surprises, but I enjoy spending my time with Jason and Aria. And somehow everything today looks so beautiful: the sky, the trees, everything around that roaming by my sight looks astonishing. Even the breeze that passes through my face as the car is moving feels magnificent. It is either the climate or it’s just because I’m just so happy today. I don’t know, but I guess the second option is correct.
“Mama,” said Aria, diverting my attention towards her. “Chocolate,” she said, asking me to open the wrapper for her.
“Can mamma have some?” I don’t know why, but out of nowhere, I want to have some chocolate too.
And Aria, being the sweetest pretty angel who she is, directed her tiny arms to my mouth, feeding me a piece of her chocolate. “Yum,” I said, kissing her finger. My action made Aria giggle.
“Where’s mine?” Jason’s voice, looking at our interaction.
Aria looked at me, hearing Jason’s request, “No chocolates for the person who hides stuff,” I said.
“Not fair,” Jason said, acting like a child. “A bit… Please,”
“Mama,” Aria said, looking at me as I nodded my head and giggled, looking at the dominating man that orders around his company like an alpha, acting as a child in front of his daughter.
I don’t think any comfort in life is better than spending time with their loved ones. Seeing the father and daughter interaction reminds me of my dad. I hope he recovers soon and is like the same old cheerful, funny, and loving father he always has been.
“Gotcha,” Jason’s tone directed my attention towards him, both Jason and Aria both laughing as Jason pulled Aria on his lap, taking a big bite of her chocolate.
“Mama,” Aria said, looking at me and asking for help as Jason tickled her.
“Jason, you can’t do it,” I said, with my face rigid. Jason stooped, looking at me for a few moments. I pulled Aria out of Jason’s lap as I signaled her our secret code. Poor Jason, he thinks I’m serious, and I’m angry with him or something, but he didn’t know what I had been up to. “Attack,” I said. Jason looked surprised, but stunned, when Aria and I started tickling him.
The three of us started ticking each other off, laughing and enjoying the moments. Things seemed fine until Jason pulled my hand, making my body fall on top of him, our faces just mere inches apart, and suddenly, the fun moment turned into something strange. And say it was just a coincidence or something else right at that moment. Aria pushed me further into Jason’s arms, making my lip touch Jason. The thing stunned me for a few moments, and I wanted to separate myself from it, but Jason wrapped his arms around me, turning the accident into something sensual.
I don’t know why I’m stunned like this. Jason kissed me before when we were married, but the last two times; it doesn’t feel the way like how it’s feeling now. Last time it was dominating, lusty, but this time felt like I was worshiped, cherished, by his sensual act.
“Kiera, I love you, don’t leave me, Kiera, you’re mine,” the voice echoed in my mind reminding me of my hateful past, the past that I once left behind and want to forget and want to bury every memory regarding it.
“NO,” I said as I pushed Jason to separate him from me. I can’t let it happen again.
The feeling of being loved is wrong. I can’t let it happen again. Last time I almost lost myself, my life, and the people I love, because of this. I can’t repeat the same mistake, again, not again. Never.