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We’re stronger apart.
But the love we shared will always be engraved in the creases of my heart.
My fingers still feel like I’m trembling by the time I get home. The screaming lady inside my head is no more. She’s gone, and so are her screams and cries. She’s gone, and the peace Blu fuels me with has taken over.
She’s gone, and she’s not coming back.
Eight months later . . .
Blu Dreygon.
That’s the name we gave our baby boy.
I became too attached to the name and the peacefulness Blu brought me to let it go.
I watch Damon rocking Blu.
Damon’s eyes are closed, his hair pulled in all directions. For the first time since giving birth over a month ago, I feel my insides burning with desire, melting my fears of having sex again.
My phone vibrates in my hand with a text from Gia. Since her daughter is breastfeeding, we often talk at night.
She’s always there for me without asking for anything in return. She says she’s proud of me, and that she can’t understand how I keep my cool with a newborn when everything is new and scary.
Perhaps she doesn’t understand, but with Damon, life isn’t so scary.
It’s filled with love and loyalty, sex and sarcasm.
And all the beautiful memories we’re creating with Blu.
When I stare away from my phone, I spot Damon watching me. He stands and places Blu in his crib after kissing him.
Once in our bedroom, I lean against the door, my back gently shutting it. Our eyes are connected, showing the yearning we have for each other. Not just physically, but also mentally and emotionally.
“Marry me.”
“What?”
“You heard me, Gemma. We’ve been engaged long enough. Marry me.” He weaves his fingers through mine.
I swallow, twisting my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Are you convinced now that I won’t leave you?”
“Yeah, Damon. I am.”
“Good.” He kisses the top of my cheek. When he thumbs the front of my throat, I feel the heat pooling between my legs. “So you’ll be my wife soon?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want to be.”
His Adam’s apple moves as he speaks, his voice hoarse. “I don’t deserve the honor of having you as my wife.”
I shake my head at his false words, but he lifts my chin up. “Seriously, Gemma. I’ll make sure to always be deserving of you.”
I kiss the rest of his words away. “I love you.”
“Oh, Gemma, the feeling’s more than mutual. My heart is yours, so take it—fucking take it.”
Many, many months later . . .
