Phoebe had been quick to decide she needed to know if the man she knew as her dad was actually him so she could put the past behind her and keep moving on. It had taken me only a week to find the low life, giving him the joyous news his son was dead and the revelation he confessed about Phoebe’s mother. It wasn’t pretty, but I’d got a syringe of blood from him, against his wishes but when I want something for my girl, I won’t stop until I get it. He soon realized that when I put a gun to his head and made him stick the needle into his own thigh giving us his blood for the test. I explained to Phoebe the day after that he had been willing to help. She didn’t need to know the explicit details.
“And?”
“No, he wasn’t. So I’m back to square one.”
Holding on to her, I sense relief but a tinge of sadness. “Well, at least you know for sure now. We can start looking for your mother and father when you digest this.”
“I’m not going to rush. It makes no difference who these people are really. I’ve never known them and honestly at the moment I don’t think I want to. I don’t need to know to be happy. I’m the happiest I’ve been with my new family.”
Kissing her head, I wrap her in my arms.
“But there is another thing on my mind though. One that has been bothering me.”
“You can tell me anything.” Hiding her face into my chest, I know she’s worried about what she has to say.
“My world has been different from everyone’s.” My arms rub against her body, the soft velvet material makes my cock harder.
But I digress. I’m so easily side-tracked by my beauty. I wonder what’s going through her pretty mind?
“We’ve all had different paths to get here, Phoebe. But we support and keep one another safe. That’s all that matters.”
“Yeah, but I could never ride a motorbike or throw a weapon or design model quality clothing. I can’t fix a car and don’t understand how driving a car at warp speed can be exhilarating. I had to close my eyes and was shaking the entire race the other night. I’m still scared by Slate and I’m not really sure how to take Tanner.”
Phoebe had shown my parents how strong she could be but she still struggled around my friends at times. Day by day Phoebe’s confidence is growing and I am humbled when she divulges a little bit of how she’s feeling.
“Baby, I wouldn’t be here with you if you weren’t who you are, Phoebe. My heart always belonged to you. From when I was a teenager, I knew that the girl in that small grocery shop was for me. I’d waited day and night in the shadows for you to walk past so I could watch you talk to yourself on your way home to hell. I could hear sometimes the raised voices when I came and sat by your house late at night so I could be near you even though you had no idea, knowing I could do nothing about it but listen and take in what you must be going through. The pain but determination mixed in your eyes called to me. I knew you were strong. I saw it in your eyes and the way you took care of your family despite how they treated you.”
Gazing up at me, the chandelier light bounces from her crystal blues. “I had no idea.”
“But I let you down. And I let myself down. I wasn’t man enough to rescue you then, Phoebe. Not settled with my life, I grew agitated, dangerous, and destructive. I became ruthless and merciless in all things. Except for where Melody was concerned, but even then, if she had a problem, that’s how I tackled it. Someone above aligned the universe knowing it was our time. Time for me to finally be a worthy man of someone who needed to be cherished and taken care of. Time for us both to heal and create good, lasting memories together.”
Squeezing her tiny frame against me harder, Phoebe lifts her chin. “I love you.”
Taking her flawless lips, I will never take those words for granted.
“I love you. Every damn part of you.” Souls have no time restrictions. They know nothing about distance but feel absence. Our souls together again, can move as one and find lasting love like they deserve.
Phoebe’s started the healing process and I tell her every day how much having her with me, taking on my dark days when hate fills me so badly I need to scream, means to me. She’s my crutch and I’m her support. She brings me peace, calms my ass, and fills me with love, healing me.
Melody may be gone, my family and Phoebe’s will never be functional, but that will make us even stronger and more determined to get our family how we want it to be, for us.
Holding her in my arms, our hearts beating next to one another, swaying to the music, we finally have our time.
Soul mates.
Forever.
The End.
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