“I don’t care, Flower,” she shook her head.
“I refuse for that to happen!” she declared and I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped my lips.
“Are you worried about me, Flower?” I teased her and I saw her glare at me- she didn’t deny it, she didn’t need to. She rolled her beautiful eyes.
“I said no, Derek,” she grumbled and put her head back down on my shoulder. I hummed as I kissed her cheek and continued our walk. My surname… it should be ours.
We ended up back at our house and I stopped at the porch, sitting down on a chair. I bought two a few months ago, I also brought some for the backyard so we could spend time outside.
I carefully sat down making sure Violet was comfortable- she naturally straddled my lap but started to move against me. I loosened my hold around her, letting her get situated. She kept brushing against my crotch and I swallowed. I cleared my throat and she glanced up at me- her eyes sparkling.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded- her head fell back, laying on me as she slipped one hand under my shirt.
Her eyes were looking off to the side, mindlessly staring off as her hands traced patterns on my stomach. Fucking hell- I love her.
So innocent in ways. So precious- she holds my hand when she gives me head- it fucking kills me. And when she started it- it was just out of nowhere. Her perfect lips were around me and then all of a sudden she pulled up and asked to hold my hand- I swear I almost melted.
I do the same to her when I go down on her- she liked it. And at first- she just patted the bed, and I thought it was just motions from her squirming but then I learned she was trying to grab my hand.
( ‘Fucking love her…’ )
She was forced to grow up and didn’t get to enjoy her adolescent years- it hurt me. I hated how she was hurting and they were nothing I could do because my Flower was miles and miles away from me.
My Flower was forced into life. After I was told she was infertile and our relationship wasn’t super stable- we were blessed with kids. We both – but her mainly with carrying them- were forced to patch the dam and fix the cracks until we were able to fully renovate.
We were renovating.
She was so perfect. I wish my Mom could meet her- I truly believe without a shadow of a doubt she would love her. They would adore each other. I’d never let my Father near her.
According to Christopher Jabez himself- my father knew about the situation with him and Violet years before I met her. That pissed me off. So- he got Violet in his possession when she was nine, which made me thirteen at the time. And my father started becoming unhinged around the same time so it made sense why he didn’t do anything. Pathetic.
Another reason to hate him.
I know my Mom would fucking love her.
My strong women. Lana will be just like her mother, I can tell- has her eyes, her glare when I try to get her to eat carrots, her stubbornness when I’m trying to get her to sleep. Layton- I’m interested to see how he’ll come out- he’s a mix of us both right now.
I’m also anticipating them meeting their grandparents- actually, Violet meeting them. I haven’t told her that originally- her mother wasn’t interested. Her father emailed me later that week, rescheduling behind his wife’s back because he wanted to see her. Her mother wasn’t too pressing. It was odd to me- why wouldn’t you want to see your daughter after how many years?
If Lana or Layton- Gods forbid- ever got separated from me, I’d fucking track them down every second of the day until I got to hold them again.
They weren’t rushing to meet her again- I knew it bothered her a little bit, I felt it when I’d tell her about the schedule changes.
“Bee?” Violet whispered- breaking from my thoughts. I hummed in response as I looked at her.
She pulled up from me and I immediately tightened my grip so she wouldn’t fall. She only sat up a little bit, giving me a perfect view of her beautiful face and her body was still comfortably in my arms.
“Wanna know something?” She asked softly.
I smiled, “Yes, Flower.”
“I’m happy,” my heart tugged, and instantly my smile grew, I had to bite my lip to control it. “I’m very happy. I like this feeling, I feel like I have something. With you and the twins, I feel complete.”
Zaxton purred, enamored with what she was saying.
“I feel like I’m growing, Bee, I haven’t cut and I’m better at telling you how I feel, my stuttering improved. I’m still, you know, uncertain about my weight, and I’m not ready to go back to therapy, but I like this feeling.”
I was smiling so hard- I couldn’t help it. That made me happy.
“I’m glad to hear that, Violet, I really am,” I pulled her into me, hugging her. I let out a small laugh. I pulled her back and immediately planted my lips on her tempting, sweet ones.
I felt her smile against my lips.
“Violet Ophelia Taylor,” I pulled back, “I, Benlyam,” I gagged and she laughed, “Silas Derek, am completely and utterly in love with you. I love you. I can’t wait to grow with you and our pups. I’ll be with you till the day we di-“