Page 107 of Always Yours

I just hope that she approves of me and that she’s happy with the life I have given Tyson.

Who knows where we would both be if we didn’t find each other and I’m glad we don’t have to find out.

I have no reason to question Tyson’s love for me, even if I don’t own his whole heart.

He looks at me like he can’t believe I’m here and that I’m real. I know that he would do anything for me, just like I know he would do anything for our children.

I place my hand on my belly and smile to myself.

I love Tyson with everything I have, and I have never once regretted being passionately his.

Crash

I watch my woman as she places flowers down and sits beside the headstone that has Stone’s name on it.

Every time we visit his grave, Demi spends some time talking to him. She tells me that she feels like he’s right beside her listening.

I have no doubt that man would be. He loved his granddaughter more than anything.

Our five-year-old twins Elijah and Rylee are sitting in the car with some colouring books and snacks as they wait for their mother.

I lean against the car so I can still keep an eye on the kids, but also my wife.

We haven’t had any more children, and only recently started trying again. I know I want a couple more, but Demi was nervous given how everything went last time.

Even though we know the chances of the same thing happening again are pretty slim, she still has a lingering fear that it will. I don’t blame her for it one bit.

Who knew that one night with the woman who was off limits would lead to this?

We have built quite the life together in the recent years. We have grown so much as people and as a couple. I know that no matter what, she will always be by my side.

I couldn’t think of anyone else I would want by my side more than Demi.

“Dad, I’m done!” Elijah yells, holding up a paper out the car window.

“Very good, bud. Is that for papa Stone?” I ask, looking at the coloured-in page of a motorcycle.

He nods his head eagerly. “Once mama is done talking to papa Stone, you can leave it for him,” I tell him.

I glance at Rylee’s paper and see her colouring in a butterfly. “This is for papa too!” she shouts, trying to colour faster.

“No rush, Ry. Mama is still talking to papa,” I tell her softly.

When I turn back to look at Demi, I notice she’s standing up and wiping a couple tears off her face before she heads this way.

When she walks up to me, I don’t hesitate to pull her into my arms and kiss her softly.

“Are you okay, baby?” I ask.

She nods her head. “Yeah, no matter how many times we come, it doesn’t get easier,” she says softly.

“The kids coloured him some pages,” I tell her, and she smiles and moves to open Rylee’s door while I walk to the other side to open Elijah’s.

Together, we all walk to the grave and the kids talk to Stone just like their mom does. I say what I need to in my head. I like to think, that no matter how I communicate to him, he can hear me.

When the kids are done, we head back to the car. I kiss Demi softly again before opening the passenger door for her.

I’m fucking lucky that she became secretly mine.

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