Chapter 3

Sierra's POV

I turned to the door as my son rushed in with a big smile that spread across his face. “Mum, my room is huge,” his eyes widened at the last word.

I chuckled. “Really?” I asked.

"Come see.” he grabbed my hand, leading me to his room.

We got into his room, which was just beside mine. It was indeed huge. From the bed to the ceiling and the spacing, everything screamed extravagance. There were furniture I could tell was handmade by my dad because I had a lot of those while growing up. There were tons of action figures all around like some trophy.

Mum and dad had asked to know what Elvis liked to decorate his room one month prior. They put a lot of effort into it. “Do you like it?” I asked my little boy with a smile.

He nodded. “It's big and so beautiful. Thanks, Granddad” he hugged my father, who stepped into the room with a big blanket.

Dad smiled, ruffling his hair. “This would be perfect for your bed,” he said, and handed it over to my mother, who placed it on the bed.

“Do you like it?” Dad asked.

I looked around briefly. “He does, and I do too,” I replied.

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I turned to the side of my bed, placing my hand on the back of my palm before slowly opening my eyes to meet the sunrise. I took in it's beauty like I always did. It could never get old. Years ago, I had moved my bed just so I would be able to see the sun rise first thing in the morning.

It was as beautiful as always. How long has it been since I set my eyes on it? A knock came at the door, pulling me out of my thoughts. I slowly got out of bed, still feeling drowsy. I unlocked and flung the door open to my brother, staring at me with a smile.

“Breakfast is ready,” he said, staring at my hair.

I didn't need to ask why. I always look like I fell into the gutters early in the morning. My hair always took it personal. “Yeah, I'll be down in a sec,” I said, and he nodded before leaving.

I carried out my morning routine, and soon I was down the stairs and seated at the dining table, serving myself. “Have some broccoli, Elvis,” I said, placing one on his plate.

He frowned. “I don't want one,” he said with a pout.

I was about to speak when Mum cut through. “Let him. It's the holidays, and he is with his grandparents so he can have anything he wants,” she said. “Isn't that right, Elvis?” she added, pinching his cheeks.

Elvis hummed with a smile. “You want to spoil him” I said, shaking my head.

We ate in silence for a moment. It was nice having family around. “I and Elvis will be going fishing after breakfast,” Dad said, breaking the silence.

“I'm going to catch a huge fish and feed it to mummy,” Elvis said excitedly.

“I'll help you cook it the right way,” Mum said.

“Be careful though,” I said, stuffing my mouth with more food.

“I'll be heading out with my friend for our book club meeting,” Mum said.

“And I'll be heading out with my friends to the racetrack to check it out,” Jackson informed us. “Have anywhere you're going to, today, sis?” he asked.

I had not thought of going anywhere today. A part of me wanted to take a little walk around the village, but I quickly changed my mind once I stepped into the bathroom. The thought sent dread inside of me. “No, I'll stay home. Maybe read a book,” I said.

Mum and Dad exchanged looks, but they said nothing. I was more than happy for that. I knew they had loads of questions and concerns regarding my divorce, but I was glad they had not brought it up or asked. I was not ready to talk about it. It's been months since our separation, but I have felt lost and worse than myself.

Explaining it felt hard. Fortunately, my family was not pushing it. We all cleared the table after breakfast and the doorbell rang. “I'll get it,” I said, already heading for the door.

I looked through the peephole, but all I could see was the person's hair. On opening the door, a gust of cold air hit my skin, carrying with it the scent of winter and fuck, something else. My eyes widened at the sight of the man who stood on the porch before me.

Would it be crazy to say he was the most stunning man I have ever laid my eyes on? His chiseled and muscular features, piercing blue eyes and chiseled jawline made my heart skip a beat. His russet hair was perfectly messy, if that was the right word for it. And his smile… oh, his smile was nothing short of angelic.

I forgot how to breathe as he broadened his smile. It felt like a sin to even look at it. For a moment, it felt like time stopped, and all that existed was this man. Was anyone even allowed to be this good-looking?

He took out his hand for a handshake, his smile unwavering. “Hi, I'm-”

His voice was nothing short from what I expected, but the moment our hands connected, a jolt of electricity rushed through my body.