“Daddy hits.”
His chubby hand gently brushes her cheek and tears flow faster down her face.
“No, Baby, Jerry hits, not daddy.”
“Jerry bad.”
There is not a dry eye in the room witnessing this reunion. It is beautiful and magical, and this is my family. I will spend the rest of my life protecting what’s mine and making up for lost time. As soon as she will have me, I will marry her and increase the size of our family. I want nothing more than to be here for her and Alex and any more babies we have.
Chapter Fifteen
Sight:
*the faculty or power of seeing. *the action or fact of seeing something or someone. *a person’s view or consideration. *places of interest to tourists and visitors in a city, town, or other places. *manage to see or observe; catch an initial glimpse of.
~Olivia~
Being blind is especially hard when you have been able to see your entire life and your sight is taken from you. It is frustrating to know that we are in the Bahamas and I can’t see a thing. My other senses have been heightened to compensate for the loss, but not being able to see my baby’s happiness as he plays in the water is devastating. Alexander has been wonderful in describing everything in great detail; I can’t imagine going through something like this without him by my side.
Alexander comes to rest on the towel beside me, out of breath and laughing.
“Hey, Beautiful. What do you see?”
Most people would think this is a cruel comment to say to someone who can’t physically see, but I know what he means. “Through my ears, I see the waves crash upon the rocks by the cliff side, but they only lap at the shore. I see my son chase crabs and laugh excitedly when they disappear into their holes. I know his hair blows in the breeze and his sky blue eyes glitter in the sun, just like his fathers does. Through my nose, I see the saltiness of the ocean that is caked on your skin and permeates the air. My baby smells of lotion and the sea while you smell of salty masculinity. Through my fingers and toes, I see the sand, which is pale and soft with my baby’s footprints accompanied by his fathers to the water. Through my mouth, I see champagne and chocolate covered strawberries that taste like your lips.” He is so silent that I feel like I may have overstepped my boundaries. I open my mouth to apologize the second his lips press urgently to mine tasting of chocolate, strawberries, and champagne. His hand threads through my hair to grip the back of my head, sending chills down my spine and I whimper into his kiss. Alex squeals and giggles and Alexander reluctantly pulls away to check on our son. He laughs and moves away from me to grab Alex and bring him to me.
“Cab, cab mommy.”
“Oh my goodness. Did you find a crab?”
“He is nodding his head for you, Beautiful.”
He leans over and kisses my cheek, stands up and takes Alex into his arms.
“Come on little guy. It’s time for a bath and bedtime.”
Alexander pulls me to my feet, hands over our baby and proceeds to gather our things. He gives me my walking stick, grabs my hand and guides me to the beach house. The only thing that could make this moment better is being able to see my two favorite people.
~Savage~
The view from the house is spectacular but doesn’t compare to the woman that is sitting on the deck. I can’t believe the good fortune that brought me here in this moment with this woman. If I could eliminate the pain and suffering that she went through, I would endure a gunshot wound over and over again just to erase that nightmare for her.
I sit down on the porch swing next to her and take her hand in mine. We have only been here for two days, but we have not discussed any of the trials that we have been through in the last 2 ½ years apart. I want to know everything about her from the moment she left the hotel until I found her on the mountain, but for her to open up, I need to as well.
“Is Alex asleep?”
“Yes, we read Green Eggs and Ham; he was asleep before I finished. We have the whole night to ourselves. Speaking of us, I want to tell you a few things about me and the last 2 ½ years and would like for you to do the same.”
“Okay..........”
“First, I know we have talked a little about this, but I want you to understand that I didn’t leave you that morning after we met. Well, I did, but only to get you breakfast and coffee. I should have woken you, but I thought I’d be back in time to surprise you with breakfast in bed.
I was on vacation and had five days left in Miami and I spent those five days searching the crowds for you. Also, I work for the FBI, so when I returned to Boston, I searched every database I could looking for you but only had the name Livvy to go by. I think my biggest regret is not finding out more about you. Your last name, where you live and work, social security number.” She laughs, and it is the most beautiful sound, as is my little boy’s laugh.
“I have spent the last 2 ½ years pining over the loss of you. I can’t explain why our connection was so strong for me, but I have never wanted anything so much in my life. I was taught at a very early age not to want for things, but you were the first thing I allowed myself to want.”
She turns her body toward mine and reaches for my face. I grab her wrists and guide her hands to my cheeks; then she pulls me
