It all went by in a blur, but every punch, she remembered. For herself, for Gabriel, for her son and most especially, for Elliot, who didn't make it. How could she let her go, how could she let her live after all the pain and harm she caused her?! No, she would not.She didn't plan on letting her walk free. no, she didn't plan on letting her stay alive. She vaguely remembered punching Sabine, then she saw someone pulling her up. The hands around her arms pulling her away with superhuman strength. She fought against it but it was futile, the hands were much stronger than hers. "Loretta. Loretta!!!"The voice called out. Lori snatched her hands away from her mother. "Don't call me that."She murmured as she tried crawling back to Sabine. Her face was bloodied and battered beyond recognition, she was barely breathing but Lori knew that the bitch was still alive. She was like a cockroach. She wouldn't die so easily. "Trust me you do not wa
Lori's POVIt's been three months. Three long months but they have been full of more bliss than I've ever had in my life. More peace, more tranquility than ever before. After the issue with Sabine and all that nonsense, Gabriel and I were finally glad and happy that things were back to normal. In our lives and in our children's lives. We could finally live the life we always wanted to live. No, not the whole white picket fence suburban kind of house that Gabriel wanted, but picture something larger, grander, with more rooms and more space for kids to play in.We did move to the old mansion. It was just honestly so much better than the penthouse and for me it held a lot of fond memories. And knowing that Sabine would never step her feet in them again gave me a sense of comfort and relief like never before. It made me happy. And there were so many things to be happy about. I had completed the Luna rites two months ago and I was officially Gabriel's Luna. In were
Gabriel's POV. Six months later. I want to marry Lori. I've been thinking about it for months, I've bought the perfect ring. The type I know she will like. A classic, oval cut diamond I’ve caught her admiring at least three times on separate occasions and I’ve been waiting for the perfect time. But something keeps coming up. Lori’s too busy. She has way too much on her plate and sometimes I think adding wedding plans to the mix would be a little thoughtless of me. We just celebrated Jack and Emilia's first year birthday a few weeks ago and the planning drained her. Physically and mentally drained her. She wanted a big party, I didn't mind a small one but we ended up going all out anyways and thankfully it didn't turn into a complete mess. And after the party I thought we'd be getting more alone time since we finally have a new nanny but that's not really the case. Lori has decided to apply for college and while I'm finally happy that she's getting to d
The baby was coming. It was all so strange. She had been rushed to the hospital after her fall. The doctors and nurses had swarmed around her, all while she was in excruciating pain. The baby was coming. That was the only thought she could muster. The baby was coming. Why? How?She had three weeks more. Three more weeks! But Jared had to come around and ruin everything, just like he always did.Mr and Mrs Fuller must have rushed in when they heard the news, in between being drugged up and the excruciating pain she was feeling she could hear their voices, distant, worried. They kept asking about the baby, not her. She didn't know what happened, it was all hazy. It was a mercy, that was what Lori knew. It was a mercy that fate had decided to wipe her memory. Because she wouldn't be able to bear it. ***************She had woken up the next morning, the lights in her hospital room were bright almost blinding. It took a while adjusting her eyes to the light. When her eyes were final
Despite being heavily sedated, Lori woke up not well rested. And her whole body hurt. Like hell. She had nightmares too. A baby crying, a wrapped baby in a crib crying and crying. And whenever she tried to reach the baby, it felt like the baby strayed farther away from her. The next morning, she didn't feel better, just equally worse. No visitors still. Just a phone call and a text message from her co worker Birdie, who was asking her when she would get back to work.She had not given her proper notice to why she had missed work. She would text her boss later to inform him. Ugh. She felt sick inside. Truly sick. Worse still, she had a new problem, her boobs. They were huge and rock hard. She touched them and winced. The pain she was feeling was unimaginable. The nurse walked in with her breakfast tray, weird, She couldn't remember eating the night before, had she gone to bed hungry?How long was she sedated?!"Good morning Lori. How do you feel?"Lori shrugged. "I feel even wo
It was cruel sometimes. Most times, how life never stopped. It didn't stop for Lori's pain. She couldn't even take the time out to mourn properly, or she would lose her job. So barely two days at home, Lori was back at the diner working her shift as usual.Almost as if nothing had happened.Almost as if she didn't just lose a baby last week.It had been two weeks and no, the pain didn't stop she just found a way to live with it. It was common knowledge to all her coworkers that she was giving the baby up for adoption. Very common knowledge, so when Birdie had found her crying mid shift in the bathroom, her question had been,'But you never wanted the baby in the first place. I don't understand why you're sad now." Her words were guttural, like a knife severing her insides. She had instantly wiped her tears and went back to work, she had not spoken to Birdie again after that. The only part of her day that seemed to give her a brief moment of joy was when Mrs Grace came to pick up t
Emilia Susannah Caine. He liked the name. Emilia, after a childhood friend he lost to cancer and Susannah after her mother. Finally, he was able to take her home, he went back to the hospital right after the full moon to pick her up. Mrs Grace was already doing a good job of handling her. She cried less and less but something told Gabriel that that would be the least of his worries.Emilia was like all babies really, all she really did was eat, sleep, poop and cry and Emilia took each and every one of her tasks seriously. She ate a lot, she went through bottles and bottles of milk that even her donor's milk couldn't sustain her, they had to supplement with formula. She slept a lot during the day, so long as nobody in the house made a noise, she would have her nap times uninterrupted. She equally pooped a lot, the first time Gabriel had to change her diaper, he was mortified. He had called the doctor, was baby poop supposed to be green?! The doctor said it was normal. And the smel
She rang the doorbell twice before someone came to the door. Mrs Fuller opened the door. She was wearing a large grey cardigan and sweatpants. "What do you want?"She said harshly as she tried to close the door. "Please wait! Just hear me out!"Lori begged. "I just, I need to see him... I woke up and they said you had taken him...""See him?!"Mrs Fuller scoffed, retying her robe with anger. "You are not his mother. You relinquished your rights to him remember?"Lori nodded. "I know. I know I did that. But please, can you just let me know where he's buried? I just.. I just want to say goodbye.""Goodbye?!"Mr Fuller appeared from behind, there was a scowl on his face. He must have been listening in on their conversation. "You don't even deserve that! You don't deserve anything. You put his life in jeopardy!""Tom."Mrs Fuller murmured but he ignored his wife."You're the fucking reason he's dead!"Mr Fuller shouted. Lori swallowed hard. She wiped away the tears on her face. "