10 - Hand of Fate

~Slade’s Point of View~

Part of my brain was screaming that I had Holly right where I wanted her. That somehow, through some hole in the time space continuum of the universe she was back in my arms and she wanted to be there. She looked happy.

But I knew damn well whatever she was feeling was just new, exciting. We were practically bathing in nostalgia, in the good times we had. I felt like we were both healing, we were both getting the closure on it that we needed.

I just didn’t know if it was enough to propel us forward and not just close this door behind us.

I knew her son would be a massive part of our story, if there would be one. She’s incredibly close to him, and likely wouldn’t leave Oregon if he didn’t want to.

As we got dressed I couldn’t help but feel like this was a one off. Like this was just us physically needing to get it out of our systems. I couldn’t let that be. She’d just hooked her bra and began searching for her pants when I pulled her into my arms. I gently