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2026-06-11 22:27:10
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THOMASI bring her hand to my mouth and press a soft kiss to her knuckles. “It’s possible to miss things when you’re exhausted.”Her face falls slightly, and I hate myself for it. Not because the answer is wrong, but because it’s not the answer she wants.“There was the sketchbook too,” she continues, pushing onward before courage deserts her. “It was open to an old page, to a wedding dress that I designed years and years ago. I don’t remember opening it, I really don’t. And the bubble bath –”She stops talking and I frown.“Bubble bath?” I say.“The guest bathroom had rose and jasmine bubble bath, and some citrus oils,” she says hesitantly. “I know that’s all that was on the shelves, Daddy. But one night Margaret drew me a bath that smelled of cedar and lemongrass, like the bubble bath from your bathroom. The same one we used… that night. That first night together in the tub.” Color rises sharply in her cheeks. “I thought I was being silly, noticing the smell, but then Margaret said
Wanting His Father; Daddy Dom/ LG Forbidden Romance Chapter 66
THOMASBy the time I reach Ashcroft, the seemingly-unceasing autumn rain has returned in earnest.It follows me up the long drive in silver sheets, blurring the hedges and turning the windows of the manor into distant squares of gold against the dark. I’m really late, and the fact irritates me more than it should. The delay itself was unavoidable, one of those expensive office crises that begins as a line in an email, and ends with four men speaking too loudly in my conference room, but knowing something is unavoidable does not make it less frustrating when what waits at home matters more.I wanted to be back before dusk. I wanted to walk to the studio and collect Iris myself, not because she requires supervision, not because she’s incapable of crossing my own grounds without me, but because I’ve begun to understand the quiet pleasure of those small returns.Her face lifting when I enter her studio. The faint smudge of charcoal she never notices on her fingers. The way she talks as we
Wanting His Father; Daddy Dom/ LG Forbidden Romance Chapter 65
IRISBy the time I leave the studio, the day has already begun slipping away. The realization catches me by surprise, because I hadn’t really noticed the hours passing.One moment, I was standing at the cutting table with charcoal smudged across my fingers and a dozen unfinished ideas competing for space inside my head; the next, the light beyond the windows turned soft and grey, and evening settled quietly across the estate.For a moment, I simply stand on the front step, the cottage glowing warmly behind me. My studio. Even now, the thought feels faintly miraculous.Two weeks ago, the building had belonged to workmen and decorators and electricians carrying ladders through half-painted rooms, today it belongs to me. My sketches cover the walls. My fabrics fill the shelves. My coffee cup still sits abandoned beside the sewing machine where I left it hours ago. There are scraps of wool beneath the cutting table and pencil marks on the desk and a notebook open exactly where I’d been wo
Wanting His Father; Daddy Dom/ LG Forbidden Romance Chapter 64
IRISMy studio is too quiet today.That’s the first thing I notice when I step inside after breakfast, carrying my coffee in one hand and a roll of charcoal paper beneath my arm. Not peaceful quiet, not the lovely, spacious silence that filled the cottage last week when the workmen finally left and the whole place seemed to exhale around me. This quiet feels different. Thinner. Watchful somehow, though I know that is ridiculous because there’s nobody here except me.My cutting table waits in the center of the room, bolts of fabric stand neatly against the wall. Sketches are pinned in uneven rows above my desk, some finished, most not, all of them bearing evidence of a woman trying to remember how to believe in her own hands again.I set down my coffee, remove my coat, and tell myself this is good, and that work is good, routine is good. Daddy was right about that, for sure. After the funeral, after the terrible night that followed, after waking in his bed with shame still crawling bene
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THOMASThe silence feels earned somehow. Comfortable. Intimate.My hand moves slowly through her hair, untangling curls from my fingers, and I find myself staring into the fire while she rests against me. It occurs to me suddenly that this has become my favorite version of her. Not laughing, not teasing… not even smiling.Trusting."Are you really all right, princess?” I ask. “With being with me, after the funeral? After everything?”She lifts her head, and the look in her eyes steals every coherent thought from my head. "I've spent so much time trying to decide whether what we’re doing wrong. I've thought about Edward, and about Helen. About what people would say if they knew that I call you Daddy. I've thought about the timing, the circumstances. Every reason this shouldn't have happened, every reason I shouldn't want it."She reaches up then, resting her palm against my jaw. The gesture is impossibly tender. "But every time I imagine walking away from you, it feels like lying."The
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THOMASFor a long moment after she tells me she’s staying, neither of us speaks. The morning sun continues to shine beyond the windows, soft against the glass, and I sit here, overwhelmed by a relief so profound, it almost feels like grief.I’d spent the entire night preparing myself to lose her. Not because I wanted to, but because I care for her enough to believe that I might have to. I’m still trying to recover from the conversation when she moves.She rises from the bed without a word, her bare feet disappearing into the thick carpet. Morning light catches the red in that thick tumble of hair as she walks over to me, and for a moment I have absolutely no idea what she’s doing.Then she sinks gracefully to her knees… not because I demanded it, and not because I expected it.The breath leaves my lungs. God help me, after everything that happened yesterday, after the funeral and the panic and the tears and the terrible night that followed, the last thing that I expected was this.Yet
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