She deepens the kiss and at the same time rises to get closer to me, so I grab her hips and pull her into my lap. She settles her knees on the sides of my hips and never once takes her lips off mine as if she is afraid to lose the connection. I need to have skin on skin contact, but I will let her set the pace. Whatever she is willing to give me. My hands play with the ties on her bikini until they loosen and fall away. So much for letting her take control. Her hands loosen their grip on my shoulders to wrap around my neck as she presses her chest against mine. I feel as though not a moment has gone by since I felt her last and I am as desperate now to have her as I was then.
“Oh, Alexander, I have waited my whole life for you. Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”
Her exact words from 2 ½ years ago cause my hips to buck up.
“Please, please, please. I need you.”
Who am I to disappoint? “I love you, my Beautiful Girl.”
~Livvy~
A little tickle on my face and a perfect giggle have me stirring.
“Mommy seeping.”
“Sssshhhh, buddy. Let mommy sleep.”
I open my eyes and have to blink several times to clear the tears from my vision. A perfect man and a perfect baby boy come into view. A little blurry but it’s the most perfect sight I could ask for. “I see you.”
“Like you see me, see me, or you feel, smell, hear and touch me, see me?”
Tears stream down my face as my baby Alex gets right up close to me and touches his nose to mine. “ I see you, see you,” I whisper to him and Alexander both.
It figures that making love to Alexander last night would be the thing that would bring my sight back. He will be walking around all cocky and sure of himself and his skills. In all reality, though, it probably was everything about him and his attention that has helped me.
I owe my life to this man. He gave me a son whom I cherish more than my own life. He saved me on that mountain and has been saving me ever since. The loss of two and a half years now seems to be a blink of time, because he is the same man I met and fell in love with so long ago.
Chapter Sixteen
Family:
*consisting of two parents and their children living together as a unit. *
~Savage~
For the next week, Livvy’s vision improves daily. I tease and say it is because of my exceptional attention to detail in bed, but I honestly think she is a fighter and refuses to let Jerry get the best of the situation. We have played on the beach every day watching Alex chase crabs and birds and scream excitedly when the water touches his toes. We talk all day about our childhood and unfortunately, even though she had a mother, we both felt very lost and unwanted. Maybe it is the whole kindred spirits concept that brought us together, but I thank my lucky stars for my vacation in Miami two and a half years ago.
“You are getting a little pink, Beautiful Girl. Let’s go inside and make lunch then put Alex down for a nap. We need to call Ren and Derek and also Jax and Tori, they all want updates.”
“No daddy, no nap.”
I am so stunned that I can only stare at the little spitting image of me. Livvy is looking at me waiting to see what my reaction will be. I didn’t think hearing him call me daddy would make me emotional, but it does; I blink several times to keep the wetness at bay. “Well, buddy, how about Daddy lays down with you and takes a nap too.”
“Okaaayyyy.”
I scoop him up and take Livvy’s hand as we walk to the house.
~Olivia~
Sitting on the porch that overlooks the ocean is my favorite place in the world right now, especially wrapped up in Alexander’s arms. “Why does everyone call you Troy or Savage?” We had just hung up from talking to Jax and Tori, and we had previously talked to Derek and Ren. Ren and Tori call him Troy, Jax calls him Sav, and Derek calls him Savage or Troy. I have only known him as Alexander. No wonder we were all confused when speaking of and about the same man.
“My full name is Alexander Troy Savage and I was named after a long list of men who didn’t stick around for their families. When I grew up, I decided I wanted to be different than them and started going by my middle name and it stuck. In the police academy, they gave me the nickname Savage so my police academy and work friends call me Savage and only Jax shortened that to Sav.”
“When we met, why did you give me the name you were trying to forget?”
“I gave you my real name because I wanted you to have something no one else did, the real me. I wanted to be someone different, when I found out my family history, but it is still who I am. I wish I could go back in time and give you more information, but I was so wrapped up in being with you that nothing else mattered. In the long run, I ended up not being there for you and my son when you needed me most so the name fits.”
“Don’t you ever say that. We both took part in our misunderstanding,
