10 Year Gap นิยาย & เรื่องราว

This time, he is the one wiggling his brows. I squint my eyes dramatically. “ I will think about it after ten years of rest. ” “ An age gap of ten years between our children? That’s too much. Don’t you think? Maybe, one year difference is all fine. ” He suggests, his lips pouting. “ You want to kill me? ” I whisper yell at him while catching sight of the watching eyes. “ Don’t worry. I always end up saving you, Babylove. ” He huffs, halting and facing me.

TEN YEARS LATER Liam came with a grunt, softly kissing my cheek he hovered over me for a moment; holding himself up with his arms. After a few moments, when he knew he was completely spent, he pulled out and headed toward my shower. I wrinkled my nose, this was not my favorite time of the month, and I hated the mess of his fluids dripping out of me and down my thigh. Ten years had passed since I had first become a Hunter, and one of the few women ones at that. Liam and I both had entered at the same time, and were around the same age. We got along well enough and were in the same unit; so when the decree for procreation came to be, I had propositioned him for my own safety.

It reminded me of all that I had lost once again. As I started to feel tears well up inside of me, I quickly shut them down. I was sick of crying. Sick of feeling. Sick of thinking of everyone else when I had so much to figure out myself. How would I move on? What would I do next year for college? It was too late to apply to most institutions unless I wanted to go to the local Community College. There was nothing wrong with it, I simply had no idea what they could offer me that would support my gap year.

"I'm not sixty. Do I really look sixty?" "Fifty-five?" "No." "Fifty?" "Jesus Christ, woman." "Then tell me!" He groaned, shaking his head. "Fine. I'm forty-five." My mouth dropped open on impulse. "Forty... Forty five?" "Yeah." "Wow." I leaned back against the sink, processing that. "That's… that's a twenty-year gap." "I know." "Like, a really big gap." "I'm aware." I laughed, more out of disbelief than anything else. "And yet here we are, having a perfectly normal conversation."

He doesn’t sit close, but he sits close enough that I feel his warmth like a danger. Mom claps her hands. “We have an announcement.” My stomach sinks. “Please tell me you’re not having another baby.” She laughs. “No. Nothing like that.” My stepfather clears his throat. “We’re taking a year off.” I blink. “From what?” “From everything,” he says proudly. “Work. Stress. Life. We’re going on a twelve-month anniversary trip.” I look at them. A year?

Maybe he even broke up with that special woman always in his heart because he could not control his crazy emotions back then. Gloria stepped into the quiet elevator alone. As the doors closed, she started reminiscing and thinking back about the little young Lukas who had grown up right in front of her eyes. She remembered him clearly all the way until he was a fifteen-year-old teenager. That was the very last time Gloria had seen him for a full ten long years—until his sudden dramatic return to the family recently.

*Celebrating ten years of the Aria Winters Foundation: A Decade of Survival, Strength, and Building. Ten years. I picked up the invitation. Read it again. One decade. And Grace already asking to be part of the next one.

The old man said. “You’re right, Mr. J. I’ve been a bit confused lately!” “It’s because the ten-year pact that the three of you made back then is coming to a close, right? The Lovewoods’ little girl is finally coming back after ten years.” “Mr. J, my brother and I used to be super close, but we ended up having a falling out because of a girl. I always wonder if I should’ve done things differently!”

he breathes, standing slowly. I don’t speak, neither need to. He pulls out the chair across from him, and I sit like it’s the most natural thing in the world. We stare at each other for a few seconds, maybe longer. He’s still beautiful. But not perfect. There’s a small scar by his temple now. More lines around his mouth. A sadness in his eyes that wasn’t there before. “Ten years,” I say finally. “I counted every one.” “You disappeared.” I said again, sharper now.

he says, looking entirely too pleased, “if she made it to the top, that’s a victory.” “She is not climbing higher next time.” “We’ll discuss,” he says lightly. I narrowed my eyes at him. “We will not.” He grins. Gavin shakes his head. Harley just tightens his arm around me slightly, his thumb brushing absent patterns against my side like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. The bond hums quietly. Steady. Warm. Complete. — Ten years. It’s been ten years since everything ended. Since everything began. And somehow…