Page 106 of Always Yours

There were moments I didn’t think I would ever climb out of that dark place, but Camilla was the light at the end of the tunnel.

We both had some sort of darkness we had to get through. When we finally did, we found each other. We had our first daughter, Peyton, and then our second girl named Madeline who had recently just turned one.

My women all have me wrapped around their fingers, but I don’t mind at all.

“Baby, you okay in there?” I ask, knocking on the door.

She was cooking some lunch when we heard about Sophie since they were at the hospital all night, and then she had bolted up the stairs.

“I’ll be right out!” she says, sounding a bit nervous.

It feels like forever before she opens the door. She looks like she isn’t feeling so good.

“Baby, maybe you need to lie down,” I say in concern.

She holds up a stick that I have already seen twice before.

“I don’t think a nap is going to cut it,” she says with an uncertain look.

“You’re pregnant again!” I say grinning as my excitement grows thinking about having another baby with her.

“How does this even happen? We were so careful! You and your super sperm,” she grumbles.

I chuckle at her words. “We got drunk last month, remember? We didn’t use anything that night, and we both were too drunk to realise it the next morning.”

Realisation dawns in her eyes. “That’s right. Oh well, we wanted to have a big family,” she says with a soft smile.

I can’t wait another second as I pull her into my arms and kiss her with everything I am feeling.

No matter how much time has gone, I still feel the same way about her that I always have; maybe even more so. She is completely and passionately mine.

Camilla

Just like every other time when Tyson kisses me, I get lost in the moment and only focus on how he feels and tastes.

It takes too long to pull away from him but, when I do, everything comes back into focus and what I hear is complete silence.

Being a mother, that is big cause for worry.

“Oh no,” I say, and pull away to immediately run down the stairs with Tyson following after me.

“What’s going on?” he asks.

“They are too quiet,” I mutter.

“Shit,” he hisses, knowing that means our daughters are getting into trouble.

When we get to the living room where they were playing, I freeze in my tracks.

They have their crayons in their hands and are currently colouring all over the wall. Then I look over and see some crayon drawings on the coffee table as well.

“It doesn’t take long,” I say with a laugh.

We manage to get the crayons away from the girls and Tyson starts cleaning the walls while I finish up lunch.

After spending so much time being held captive and then struggling to learn how to live with everything that happened to me, I didn’t think that this was where my life would end up; but I’m more than happy with how things turned out.

I look over at the picture we keep of Stacey and Tyson. I know some people may think it’s weird that I would want a picture of my partner’s last relationship framed and hanging up in my house, but I know how much she meant, not only to Tyson, but also to everyone in her life.

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