All That Is Mine I Carry With Me Novels & Stories

He is going to have a younger sibling………………… I can’t wait for our story to begin……………………..To those who think this is the end, this is only the beginning our lives together. With Ethan and Daniel by my side, everything is going to be perfect…………………..

She nodded her head, her lips quivering. I looked around, searching for parents but no one seems to be paying attention. Time was ticking away. But I could not simply abandon her like that. I gave a soft sigh and dug into my bag to find some money. Let us go then, I said with a smile at her. Her eyes widened immediately. It did not take much time. When I went on with my travels, however, my heart was beating hard for an altogether different reason. I was very late. Yet here I was.

You’re mine. Unknown: I won’t save it anywhere it can be found. It’s not a trophy. It’s a gift. From you to me. And I’ll protect it like I protect everything that’s mine. Unknown: Say it. Say you’re mine. Right now. My fingers trembled over the keyboard. Was this what I needed? Is that what I got myself into? Unknown: Say it and I’ll protect that picture with my life. Say it and I’ll protect you the same way.

Mine. On that short walk, I felt something new: fear mixed with a responsibility that didn’t weigh me down, but left its mark. I wasn’t carrying her out of obligation. I was carrying her out of love. As if holding her were my way of telling the world that, as long as she was with me, nothing had the right to hurt her.

until there was nothing left but possessive silence and heavy breaths between the both of us again. After what felt like a long while, I finally pulled out, leaving a mess that I couldn't be bothered cleaning up at this point when I collapsed onto the bed with her. My arms wrapped around her and drew her back against my chest, holding her the way I had never allowed myself to hold anyone before. “You're mine,” I murmured, my voice raw and breathless. “... and I'm never letting you go again.”

"Count your blessings that you aren't being carried out of this house in a body bag." I gasp. "Mama!" Her eyes stay pinned to the man at my side. "He knows the truth of what I'm saying." Roman nods in agreement.

Simply sitting. In the house that was mine. In the life that was mine. In the name I had chosen to carry forward.

I would never tell her how much it sickened me to know that it wasn’t mine. But it wouldn’t matter in the end, because she was mine, and everything about her, everything she carried, would be mine, too. I stopped pacing, my gaze returning to Alora. Even now, in sleep, she looked like she was carrying a weight, a burden she couldn’t shake. Did she feel guilty? Did she regret it? Did she wish it had been me instead?

I gathered sharp looking stones and brought them with me. I climbed up again. It is difficult because of all the things I am carrying at my back. Also, I'm very lucky that no one is here. If they saw me like this, I wish the land will eat me whole. I looked like an auctioned sex slave that got out of his owner's bed.

I inhaled deeply, letting the cold air fill my lungs, hoping it would calm the beast inside me. *Mine. She’s mine.* The thought echoed in my mind, relentless, and no matter how much I tried to push it away, it clung to me. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The possessiveness that had always simmered beneath the surface was now a full-blown fire, consuming everything in its path. I couldn’t deny it any longer. She was mine.