Epilogue coming up....
There was something about weddings that always made Ariana fuzzy on the inside. The scent of flowers, topnotch catering, the cascading white decor or just the feel of love in the air. Love that she had experienced bountifully and was drunk with it. Looking back at the year before, she remembered how hard it was to settle back into their 1% of the 1% kind of life. In all honestly, she had missed the simplicity for the past year, ever since they had to move out from what Damien thought was a rich neighborhood but not for the wealthy which they were again. On the bright side, he had sold the old house where their journey started and all its memories - the sweet and bitter ones alike - were now things of the past that they would savor in their hearts for the rest of their lives. Her one worry had been how their relationship with their creator would be when Damien went back to his workaholic ways. Pleasantly surprised, she saw that the revelation of Christ had reverently dawned on him and
Coming home was always a breath of fresh air. The stench of those hospitals - disinfectants, drugs and all - nauseated her so bad, she could not imagine having to stay a minute longer.Shuffling through nursing a newborn and taking care of hyperactive 4 year olds was not an easy job but she was happy right? She had to be. Many people wanted her life. Being married to a sexy, devilishly handsome billionaire who spoiled her silly and gave her all the love she deserved, beautiful children to show for it, a loving family, what else could she possibly ask for?Her unusual union had yielded beautiful fruits in spite of a rough start. Nearly seven years in and she couldn't be happier. But now, there was this sudden heaviness that came with her breaths as she laboured tirelessly to be a good mother, to be present for children, to be a wife who didn't let the spark of her marriage die even when she couldn't find a spark on the inside.Sitting alone on one of those glum postpartum days when sh
"Hey beautiful." I turned around to see him poking his head through the half open door with his heart-stopping grin that still had such an effect on me nearly seven years later. "Hey," I smiled back, hushing him with a finger on my lips as I steadily rocked Ava to sleep. I twisted my neck to relieve it of its ache as I yawned, still shifting from one foot to the other. "Lemme help you with her." He offered. I shook my head quickly, "No it's fine. I'm sure you've had a long day at work, you should rest." He dropped a kiss on my sweaty forehead, "You're so understanding but I still want to help." "Shh." I whispered. "She's asleep already. Just a little more rocking and I'll lay her to sleep properly. Go freshen up." "Yes ma'am." He threw a mock salute that had me chuckling lightly. He left. Minutes later, I successfully laid my daughter to sleep, giving her soothing back rubs just to make sure she wouldn't be awake for a while. I was mentally prepared for her waking up in the mid
"Hey mama!" Tracy squealed just before she tickled Ava's belly with the tip of her nose. My little girl giggled so loud I concluded she had favorites. She never did that with me. "Hey Ari." She hugged me from the side. "How are you?" "I'm good. How are you?" "Great," "You look great." I stated the obvious. The glow on her was radiant, her and Aiden had never been happier with their three beautiful babies. How lucky... "Thank you. Have you been sleeping? Your eyes kinda look puffy." "Ava wouldn't let me sleep if I tried." I sighed exhaustedly, handling a new set of clothes that I had to sort for laundry day. "She's twelve weeks old, she should be over that phase by now." "Well no, she's not and I have to bear the brunt of waking up to a beeping baby monitor." "Damien?" "He works. I can't disturb him after a long day at work especially because I do nothing all day as a full time mom." I ended up saying that a little more aggressively than I intended. "Okay." She exhaled loudly
"I love you." I said with one last kiss as I rolled off her. "Love you too." She sighed. "Maybe we just needed to get laid after all," I commented as I drew imaginary circles around her arm. I had watched the baby monitor after she left and the frustration in her movements was evident. I hoped it helped because this was the one solution I could think of. She chuckled lightly. "Maybe." It had been so long since we had a time like this. She just kept hiding her body from me after having Ava and she was always so tired when I came home late and even attempted a cuddle. "What if we go on a vacation?" I said as soon as the idea crossed my mind. "A vacation with kids is no vacation, babe." She sighed. "I know. Just you and me, doing all the nasty things we want to all alone with no interruptions." I groped her as I spoke, hoping she would buy the idea. "Babeee," She whined, trying to get as far away from me as possible, whilst holding the blanket to herself. "We can't go without Ava
"Can't believe they were happy to see us leave." I sulked as we drove out of the estate's premises. "I'm sure they're just happy you're getting a break from working all day." Damien tried to reassure me but I was not having it. My kids didn't even act like they were going to miss me. "But," "Baby, let's just enjoy our time together, alright?" He said, cutting off my rant session before it even began. "Fine." I grudgingly agreed, enjoying the silence of the ride afterwards. We found ourselves on a resort quite a distance from the busy city. It was so serene, I felt this sudden peace envelope me as soon as he drove into the premises and had the car parked by the valet. "Welcome to Serenity." "Just the perfect name," I sighed out a with smile at the concierge. "Indeed." She nodded and returned my smile with a professional one. "Reservation?" The receptionist asked as we stopped at the marble counter. Damien nodded and answered in his usual authoritative baritone, "Yes, Kingston.
Pools. I liked them sometimes and other times I didn't. Today was one of those days that the latter was my sentiment. Why? Damien packed me a two piece bikini. One I hadn't worn since before my last pregnancy. "Can you take that blanket off you for a minute?" "No." I muttered. "At least smile," I faked a forceful grin and frowned again. Taking me by surprise, he yanked my covering off me. "Damien!" I gasped, trying to take it back but he took it out of my reach. "Damien Kingston, this isn't funny." I told him sternly. "Baby look at me," He held my chin in place even when I tried to look away. I had never felt so insecure in my life and people around staring made it even worse. "Damien I don't want to be here an-" "You're beautiful." He cut me short. I could not bring myself to respond to that. "Ariana, look at me," I freed myself from his grip and ran off, not without wrapping myself with the blanket. I could hear him following me but I didn't look back. Crazy how he didn't o
"I have been looking all over for you! Why haven't you been taking your calls?! I almost filed a missing report to the police." "I needed to clear my head." She said. Okay now I was furious. Did she not see that I was worried, frantic even! "And you didn't care to tell me about it before running off with my daughter? What is wrong with you Irma?!" She flinched and ended up stuttering."I-" "Don't even think about crying." I warned her with a firm wag of my index finger. "What has gotten into you? Why are you stressing me out?" I was genuinely asking. Why did she keep making it hard to be there for her? "That's enough Damien. At least she's here now and they're both safe." Mom intervened. "We need to find a solution to this," I said to no one in particular before storming off. ~~~ "I don't like it when you and mommy fight." Damon had me pause in my movements while getting them ready for bed. "Who says we're fighting?" I denied with a question. "She was crying and you were yell