Page 160 of Kadra: The Unfeeling

Every agonizing pain and every heartache I’ve ever gone through I would go through it again if it led me back here. To them.

“Hi,” the life of my love, looks at me with tired eyes but with a whole lot of love shining in those whiskey eyes.

“Hey, baby,” I whisper, walking towards the bed. My wife’s eyes softened.

Arianna stands from the sofa on the left with Ellaiza hoisted on her hip. “We’ll let you guys have a moment.” She then motions for Mila to follow her.

Mila, the quiet one out of the sisters and the sweetest too, kisses Kadra on the forehead and promises to be back in the morning before following behind Arianna who too says her goodbyes and they both exit the room.

When my family and I are alone, I speak. “She misses her mommy,” I tell my wife.

Kadra smiles.

“She misses my breasts.” She pats the bed beside her, and I take her up on the offer. “Those too,” I say as I pass the baby to her. “She’s a daddy’s girl.” Kadra starts to laugh as she gently places an annoyed Raiza in her arms. “Damn, straight she is.” I grin.

“I’m glad,” Kadra whispers as she feeds our daughter while rubbing our son’s back as he sleeps soundly. “I’m glad they have you, Russian. I’m glad I have you.” She whispers so sweetly, that my heart skips a beat. Fuck, so sweet and so mine. I love this side of her. The one only we get.

“For life. In death too.” I vow, before kissing her lips softly.

“For life and in death.” She repeats with a small smile.

With my woman nursing our daughter and Azariel sleeping between us, I finally felt at peace. My heart was full. I had the love of my life in my arms, and our kids next to us. My family and hers at my back. It was a long, painful road to this point. I’d never take any of this for granted because life just didn’t get any better than this.

Life was them.

The world fades as I hold my family closer, as I experience the life I was always meant to have.

KADRA

EPILOGUE THREE

“Love always wins in the end.” – K

Years Later

Christmas Day

“Hello Amadeo,” I stop right in front of the burial plot I spent so many days as a young girl hiding from the world. Funny how many years later, I find myself here again.

I’m here not hiding from the world or escaping the pain that awaited me at home. No.

I’m here to share my beautiful life with a stranger. A dead stranger.

I look down at my leather shoes that are not covered in mud.

“It’s been a while…” I rub my arms when the cold wind hits me. “Thank you.” I whisper, feeling a rush of emotions hit me at once. I let out a long breath. “You were my escape when the world was too loud and dark.” I look around the lonely cemetery that no longer seems so sad because of the snow that has fallen, covering the place like a white blanket. There are Christmas lights on the trees too.

I love this time of the year.

I didn’t before but now I do.

I look up when the sweetest sounds ring in the air, shedding light and love in these deadly and desolate grounds.

I spot a little girl with long brown hair and a black dress dancing in circles as the snow falls around trying to catch snowflakes with her tongue while my Greta circles her feet like her loyal guard.

Raiza.

The sweet laughter of a baby girl who knows only magic and love.

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