Page 41 of Mind Games

I stood up to leave, and by the time I got to the door, she was sobbing. I paused when she began to howl like the bitch she was, but not in empathy. I wanted to savour her anguish because it would keep me going until my next visit.

My wife was safe and happy, but at times, when she got a distant look in her eyes, I knew where she was. It took me years to block my past, and I knew she had a long way in her journey. Sometimes, it wasn't about forgetting but about releasing all the negative feelings towards yourself.

I would be by her side until the end of my days.

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The soothing classical music on the way home helped calm me down. By the time I parked my car, I was happy to be home with my family. Bear must have alerted Daisy to my return because she stood at the front door waiting for me. She smiled happily, and her hand rested on our baby.

She wore a teal shirt dress, which looked perfect for some easy access action. When I reached the top of the stairs, Daisy had stepped out with her bare feet.

“Hi, baby. Where are your slippers?” I said, ignoring Bear’s initial growl.

If he wasn't such an excellent guard dog, I would be irritated at how possessive he was of Daisy. He would’ve slept next to Daisy instead of me had I not put my foot down and kicked him out of the bedroom. She talked to Bear as if he were a human. At times, she would pause for his reaction before she carried on with her one-sided conversation.

“Hi, Daddy. You know I can't always find them when I look down,” she said with a smile. “How was work?”

“Fucking amazing,” I murmured before I rubbed her belly and guided her inside.

She knew what I was doing with Violet, but I never told her when I went or what I said. I would inform her with basic information if she had any general questions about Violet. The last thing I wanted was for her to be stressed in any way during her pregnancy. The woman had caused Daisy additional trauma, and I wanted to keep her away from Violet’s hateful nature.

“Mmm, Daddy. You always look hot in your work clothes,” Daisy said as we walked into the hallway.

“Is my baby needing some dick?” I said as I petted Bear since he was calm again.

“Yes, I can hardly get my hand down there,” she sulked as I stood up with a grin.

“Hey, that’s not my fault. That is Lucifer’s doing,” I said, dropping my briefcase on the floor to put my arms around her.

“We arenotcalling our son Lucifer Lewis,” she said with a frown.

Ever since she showed me the pregnancy test I went from pride to being content with our life. The entire experience bonded us in ways I hadn't expected, from reading books on pregnancy to practical preparations for the arrival of a new life that we created.

Daisy experienced some anxiety when doubts crept in regarding motherhood, but we worked through them together. She never knew that I had similar insecurities about fatherhood. Helping her helped me become resolute about what kind of man I needed to be for my family.

Her frown faded, and her eyes softened as she looked up at me. I never wanted the love in her gaze to diminish. I gently kissed her lips but began to unbutton her dress.

“Bear is watching,” she murmured.

“Give it up, Daisy. He watched us fuck outside.”

“That was one time and in a natural habitat, but I think he is still traumatised.”

I rolled my eyes but stopped unbuttoning her dress before I scooped her up to take her upstairs. She chuckled and put her arms around my neck.

“I love you, Daddy,” she said with a broad smile curving her plump lips.

I waited until we reached the bedroom we used on the first floor. Bear stood behind us but didn't step inside the room. I kicked the door shut and put Daisy on the bed. She watched intently as I removed my clothes. I loved her burgeoning pregnant body. I climbed onto the bed and resumed unbuttoning her dress.

“You're the love of my life, Daisy. I’ve been obsessed with you since I read your file. The day you walked into my office and insulted my Tom Ford suit roused a beast inside of me. Our love is twisted, and our dark souls complete one another. You are the only person who made me feel alive, baby,” I said solemnly before kissing her rounded belly.

When I carefully moved over her belly to face her, she was blinking away her tears. It was becoming easier to open up to Daisy. She never asked any prying questions about my family or my past. I wasn't proud of who I was in my younger years. The world was full of damaged people.

But Daisy was my miracle.

Daisy

Seven Years Later

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