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Chapter 59
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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
Wanting His Father; Daddy Dom/ LG Forbidden Romance Chapter 61
IRISI wake slowly, surfacing through layers of exhausted sleep. For several long moments I simply lie still beneath the blankets, staring at the pale grey light beyond the windows while faint sunlight drifts softly across the glass.My body feels heavy. Heavy in the peculiar way one feels after crying too much, after grief has worked through every muscle and nerve and finally left nothing behind except exhaustion. The room is warm despite the chilly autumn weather. The fire has burned low in the grate. Somewhere downstairs, distant and muted, the house is beginning to wake around me.The memories return gradually now. Not in the jagged, overwhelming way they came yesterday, but quietly, like unwelcome guests slipping back into a room after briefly stepping outside.Edward's coffin disappearing into the sodden earth. Helen standing rigid beside the grave. Margaret’s cold glances. The terrible weight of everyone's grief pressing down upon my shoulders, until I could no longer tell the
Wanting His Father; Daddy Dom/ LG Forbidden Romance Chapter 60
THOMASIris sleeps like someone who’s been taken from herself by force. There’s no peace in it, no real calm.The sedative has softened the worst of the trembling, drawn her down into a heavy, unnatural stillness, but even unconscious she doesn’t look restful. One hand remains curled near her throat, fingers half-closed as though some part of her is still trying to hold herself together. Her face is pale against my pillow, dark lashes damp, mouth softened by exhaustion. Every so often, her breath catches faintly, the smallest broken hitch, and each time it does something savage to my chest.I lie beside her without sleeping. I haven’t even closed my eyes, let alone tried to sleep.The room is dim, lit only by the low lamp near the bed and the weak blue-black glow of the rain beyond the windows. Somewhere outside, Edward lies buried beneath wet earth. Somewhere downstairs, the house has gone silent around us, respectful now in the way old houses become after catastrophe, as though Ashcr
Wanting His Father; Daddy Dom/ LG Forbidden Romance Chapter 59
THOMASNight settles over Ashcroft Manor like punishment.The house is too quiet after the funeral, every corridor dimmed, every door closed, every room carrying that particular stillness that follows death and ceremony. I’ve endured grief in many forms over the years, but there’s something uniquely brutal about returning from a burial and finding the house unchanged, as though the walls have simply refused to acknowledge what’s taken place just beyond them.Iris has been silent for hours. Not withdrawn in the way she sometimes becomes when overwhelmed, not merely tired or thoughtful, but absent somehow. As though some essential part of her has stepped backward beyond my reach.She sits on the edge of my bed in the black dress she wore to Edward’s grave, hands folded tightly in her lap, eyes fixed on nothing, and every instinct I possess has been sharpening since dinner.“I can’t stay here tonight,” she says now.I turn from the window. “What?”“I can’t sleep in this room. Not tonight.
Wanting His Father; Daddy Dom/ LG Forbidden Romance Chapter 58
IRISThree days laterThe funeral is private, and that somehow makes it so, so much worse.If there were crowds, I could disappear inside them. If there were distant cousins and business acquaintances and polished society mourners murmuring condolences beneath black umbrellas, I could become one grieving figure among many. A widow. A shape in black. Something expected.But there’s no crowd. There’s only Ashcroft Manor beneath a low grey sky, the old family burial ground slick with rain, and the small, brutal circle of people who know too much.Thomas. Helen. Margaret. The day staff. Me.I realize that in my head, I’m calling him Thomas. I can’t call him Daddy today, not even in my own thoughts.I feel every pair of eyes the moment that I step outside, though nobody stares openly. That would be vulgar, and Ashcroft Manor doesn’t allow vulgarity, even in grief. But I feel the glances anyway, quick and sharp and gone before I can catch them properly. The widow. The girl. The woman sleepin
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THOMASThe next dayThe lawyer arrives at eleven-forty with my Edward’s death in a cream folder.That’s not what he says, of course. Men like Martin Ellis have built entire careers around never saying the true thing when a more civilized sentence will do. He stands in the doorway of my office with his polished shoes and his careful expression, one hand resting against the folder as though it contains contracts instead of the last official fragments of my son’s life.“Thomas,” he says quietly. “The coroner has finally released the body.”For a moment, I don’t answer. The city moves beneath the windows, indifferent and glittering in the late morning light, traffic threading through the streets forty floors below as though nothing has changed, as though two months of waiting haven’t narrowed finally into this single sentence.Released.Such a clean word. As though Edward had been delayed, as though he’d been misplaced somewhere in bureaucracy and now, at last, has returned.I turn from th
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