Page 154 of Kadra: The Unfeeling

My husband.

My children.

My family.

And being theirs is and will always be the honor of my life.

Dreams really do come true.

VITALI

EPILOGUE THREE

“Love always wins in the end.” – K

Waking up next to Kadra every morning is my favorite thing in the world. Holding her in my arms and seeing her next to me sleeping, so peaceful and content is something I’ll never take for granted. I’m one lucky fuck. I get to spend all my mornings and my nights with the woman who brings me peace in a world where there is only chaos.

Being with this woman has given me a second chance to love life again when I once thought I would never have this.

A family to live and breathe for when I lost a vital part of me.

My brother.

When thoughts of Mikhail pop up, I push them away. I made my peace with the choices he made at the end, I just hope he gets his shit together and realizes life hasn’t ended for him. He has another chance at life to make all his wrongs right again.

I know he’ll find his way back to me. To us. It’s just a matter of time but until that happens I’ll be here in my little piece of heaven.

As my wife sleeps, I lightly brush her dark hair from her forehead. There’s a tiny constellation of freckles that make the shape of a heart. I study the freckles, something I can do only when she’s unaware. It fascinates me.

I kiss Kadra’s cheek. “I love you,” I whisper and climb out of our bed, being careful not to wake her.

Greta follows me downstairs to the kitchen, her nails tapping on the floor. She waits patiently at her dish until I fill it, and then I make myself coffee and Kadra’s tea.

As the scent of coffee fills the air, I pull a package of sticky notes from the drawer under the island and write a note to the love of my life.

Good morning, my love.

Come find me so I can kiss the fuck out of you. I love you more than I love fucking with somebody’s day.

Until the sun dies. – V

I always end my morning notes to her with dark humor because it makes her smile while rolling her eyes. A thing I can’t get enough of.

After that, Greta and I ventured to the garden to view the beginning of the day. The sun is shining while the birds are chirping. The hairless cat watches me pick two red roses and a tulip from the bushes and follows me back inside, where I put them in the crystal black vase on the windowsill. I stick the note to Kadra’s favorite teacup and add a tea bag. I place it next to the teakettle, then head out to the garden again with my wife’s faithful hairless companion trotting at my side.

I always come work in the garden early in the mornings after I spent an hour torturing fuckers that got on my wrong side by either fucking with my family’s business or fucking with my family. This time I took my time dismembering a fucker who insulted my wife while she’s nine months pregnant just because his little man ego got hurt by her suggesting he stopped hitting on women he has no chance with. My woman always spoke what was on her mind but now that she’s pregnant she has no filter. At all. Which some people don’t like.

After I was done with the idiot, I moved on to the garden while both Kadra and Azariel were still fast asleep. I busied myself fixing and getting rid of the weeds then I planted the flowers that made my wife smile.

By midmorning, I’m halfway done when I sense her near me. I turn, and there she is—gorgeous and heavily pregnant with my baby, watching me with a soft smile on her face and her dark hair appearing to radiate in the backlight of the sun.

Fuck, she’s beautiful and all mine.

She has my ring on her finger and my baby in my belly.

Dreams do come true.

Staring at her beautiful face, my heart leaps with relief and excitement.

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