What was once a beautiful, peaceful smile has now turned into that of slight annoyance and a hint of fear. Isabella knows me far better than any other person in my life; if there is one person that knows that I am up to seven shits of no good, then it will be her.And it is the very her that has just caught me out…if she has not caught me out hours ago.So it is with great hesitation, and let me tell you, this Marine only ever hesitates and fears when it comes to his wife, but yes, I am fumbling for the words to tell her of the next great idea that I have come up with this time. Yet not an idea, more of a purpose.With a very confident smile, I plan my approach well before I execute, for I am within arm's length, and this girl is pissed, yet, "Boo, I am not going to join the Raiders anymore."There is a sigh of relief that sets over her body while the words comfort the tension that has build up in the room. And while she relishes in this thought an

…Isabella POV…I never have since Clayton, apart from our wedding day, so happy the past few days. We have been going through endless catalogs ordering things for the boy's room. He is going beyond what is needed, but I am letting het do what he wants. He deserves this after everything that I have put him through with the uncertainty that laid over his head.I can say, and I honestly believe so, that our marriage is completely back to where it was before this mess. As for Luke, he seems to have completely disappeared out of our lives.I am happy; even though I am very ill, I am happy.…Clayton POV…I have never been so happy in my life before. Things between Isabella and me are back to where we were. It feels good to be a couple and almost a family.She has been getting very sick. She will tell you that it is not as bad, but it is. She finds herself in the bathroom at least every hour. She finds it hard to get out

Seriously, fuck you. I have had enough.Imagine me coming home from training with the boys, in a very upbeat mood, and looking forward to seeing my wife with our little baby bump.But ya…All I find is a little note saying that she has left.I am tired of losing Isabella.Around every corner, there is a hole that I need to trip through…and…I have had enough.I once believed I knew what love is.Isabella Jackson…I was satisfied with a mediocre life, a mediocre relationship. You know, the same old, same old – "He cares about me, I care about him";"I will never find anything better than this." stuff.All that fucking bullshit.I actually thought that I had found my 'forever after.' The person I'll eventually end up with.Isabella came into my life and changed my whole existence from its core. From the very first moment our eyes met, I knew there was something

It is with great disbelief and a rather dropped jaw that I am looking as Isabella as that word comes from those lips. Now I do know that I can be rather absent-minded at the best of times; if it is not about the Marines, well, then I am not fairly interested. But I will for certain remember if I had a mother-in-law somewhere in existence.So not trying to sound too hysterical, I shove another pancake down my throat before saying as calmly as possible, "Boo, your parents are dead, or did I miss something?""Well…"Ya, and that is where I am about to hear a story."They might perhaps still be alive."Still trying to remain calm, I take a deep breath and slowly, in the back of my head, count down to ten, "Is it perhaps, or is it for real?""It is for real. My father has passed away, but my mom is still alive."And that is me choking on the last of the pancake that I was still calmly chewing on. I nearly topple over as there is a s

…Isabella POV…I can hardly contain my laughter as I see the expression on Clayton's face as he very hesitantly makes his way over to the front door. All the way, with each step he takes, he softly whispers."I am going to kill you, Isabella Jackson."I only but shake my head and throw my hands in the air. I am pleading complete innocence.But yet watching him gently reach for the knob, taking almost and ten agonizing seconds to fling the door open, I finally burst out in an uncontrollable fit of laughter.He looks at me with much relief on his face as he is staring at the courier guy that is busy handing him a package. As he slams the door behind him, he walks back to me with utmost confidence."You can be glad that was not Betty.""Soldier, she is mom to you now.""Not the fuck; I am not calling that old bag mom. She has been giving me nothing but shit for years, and let us not forget about that god