Lucia's POV.
"I'll see you tonight," Damon says as he walks out of the front door. I nod slowly. "I love you." He says and places his lips on mine. I kiss him back with the same passion as his. He pulls away and I am breathless.
"I love you." I smile and kiss my head one last time.
“Bye, Guys,” Damon says to the kids. Evan
waves his hand with a sad smile and Emma clutches my leg. I look at her and silently ask her to wave back. Tears stream down her face and Niall's face softens. "Prin-" Emma doesn't let him finish and runs back upstairs. Damon sighs heavily.
"Don't worry. She'll be fine.” I say and place my hand on his shoulder. He nods sadly and walks to the waiting car. I wave to my in-laws and they wave back. Once the car is out of sight, I pick up Evan in my arms, shut the door, and walk inside.
I climb up the stairs and into the kids' bedroom. When I enter, my eyes land on Emma, who is laying on her bed, her face buried into the pillow as she sobs quietly. I smile, not because she's crying, but because it shows the love she has for her dad. It's overwhelming. I walk to her bed and set Evan on the ground. He climbs onto his bed as I place my hand on Emma's back.
"Shh, baby. It's alright." I try to comfort her. It's so amazing that in this short period, the kids and Damon had created an amazing bond between them. "Daddy will be back tonight. He's just gone for the day, baby girl." I said caressing her hair.
"I'll want daddy.” She states and her voice is muffled.
"He will come back tonight. Just a few hours." I assure her. "Come on, get up. We will make something. Do you want momos?” I ask her. She doesn't reply.
"French fries? Garlic bread? What do you want, baby?" I ask her.
"I want daddy.” She says again. I can't help but sigh heavily.
"Sleep for some time." I sigh again and look at Evan who is already dozing off. I silently walk out of the room and shut the door quietly. Once out, I make my way toward my room and into the balcony.
The sun is blazing and the cool winter air hits my body making me cold. I breathe deeply and my shoulders slump. My kids, Damon, My family...my thoughts are clouded with all these and suddenly I am tired.
I remember those days when I used to get worked up because everyone was ‘pitying’' me because my kids don't have a dad.
They all used to be very careful around me, not to mention the kid's dads or Damon himself. But honestly, Damon never left my mind.
Then later, I moved to New York, and got a job in a small café but it didn't help me. Though I had my parents, I didn't want to depend On them, so I applied for the personal assistant position for an interior designer and have been working there since then.
But I don't think I'll work there anymore if I move back to England. Yes, I decided that I'll move back to England with Damon and start a new life with him and my kids. A fresh start I suppose.
Something inside me feels like this day isn't going to end well. I have that giddy feeling in the pit of my stomach that something bad is going to happen.
I just hope Damon comes back safely. If something happens to him....No! I shut my eyes tightly to push the thoughts away.
I walk back into the bedroom and continue to the bathroom so I can take a warm bath. I strip myself and get inside the bathtub and sink slowly until the water is to my neck. I sigh in relief and close my eyes.
"Damon, where should I put this Lamp?" I call from downstairs. Damon and I moved into a new house today and we've been unpacking for three hours straight. I am so tired but I know we have to do this.
I hear footsteps and Damon appears in
in front of me. I show the lamp to him and he sighs heavily. He pulled the lamp from my hands and placed it on the small table next to the couch.
"I don't think-" I am caught off guard when his lips cover mine and I moan into his mouth as his tongue works with mine. His lips don't leave mine until we both are breathless and once he pulls away he latches his lips to my neck and slowly kisses towards my Jaw.
"Damon." I push at his chest. We both are breathing heavily and his eyes are locked with mine.
"I fucking love you." He says through his teeth. I smile lightly and peck his lips. "Can we please take a break?" He asks, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me to his chest. I nod against his chest and squeal when he lifts me off the ground and carries me bridal-style into ‘our’ bedroom. My stomach flutters at the thought of ‘our’ bedroom.
Damon slowly lays me on the bed and then joins me and covers us with the blankets. His head lays on my chest as my fingers play with his soft hair. We both are silent, lost in our thoughts. Damon breathes heavily and lifts his head off of my chest. I lock my eyes with his and his hand encircles my waist and rests on my hip.
"I can't believe this." His words are in a hushed whisper, making it hard to hear them.
"What?" I ask.
"I can't believe that you're here with me." He admits. "I can't believe that you are mine. I can't believe that you agreed to move in with me. I can't believe that you love me." He lays his head back on my chest. "I can't believe it." He sighs. I smile slightly at his words.
"Same, babe. Same." I say. I don't have to confess anything. He knows me. He knows me the way nobody does. Nobody will ever know me that way. I don't know if we will be together forever but he's the one for me and I know it. I just hope he feels the same way.
"Mommy?" I heard a knock on the bathroom door. It's Evan.
"I'm coming, baby," I say and stand up. I step out, wrapping a towel around me
and drying myself. I wrap my robe around myself and unlock the door. Evan is sitting on the bed when I enter the bedroom. "What is it?” I ask him.
"Daddy will come back right?" He asks out of the blue. I know they both are afraid that they will end up without a father once again but they have to trust me and Damon.
I know they are kids and all this can't be understood at their age. So I smile at him, sit on the bed and pull him onto my lap. I cup his cheeks and make him look at me rather than at his cute little fingers.
“Daddy. Is. Coming. Back." I stress the words. "Daddy loves you both so much and he wouldn't leave you guys. I promise he's going to come back." I promise. "Daddy is a man and he has work to do. He will come back tonight and then...then we'll go with him." I admit. "We will go to London. And we'll stay there with daddy. You, me, daddy, and Emma." I kiss his forehead. His lips curve up and he grins ear to ear.
“Promise?” He holds his pinky out and I chuckle. I lock my pinkies with his and nod my head. He wraps his arms around me in delight and hugs me tightly. I pay him back and
I realize I'm slimming widely. I raise my eyes and my gaze lands on Emma who is standing by the door, looking at me and Evan. I smile at her and open my arms for her. She runs to us and I wrap my arms around both of my children.
"I love you both. So much." I kiss their heads.
“Love you too, mommy," Emma says. "Love you, Mommy," Evan says.
*Evening*
I finish making some cookies for the kids and make sure that they are set in a higher cabinet so that the kids can't reach them.
“Mommy! Can I have one? Please?" I hear Evan next to me and I roll my eyes. I knew it. I open the box and give one to him and another one to Emma who just joined us. "Thank you, mommy. They're delicious." Evan says and Emma agrees quietly.
After they have their cookies they both go back to their room so that they can do some coloring. I sit on the couch and turn on Netflix watching ‘Stranger Things’. After a few episodes, I tune into some channels.
I pick up my phone from the coffee table and send Damon a text.
To Damon
What time will you be back? Lucia
He doesn't reply immediately so I assume he's still in his meeting. I continue to watch TV until my phone starts ringing. I assume it's Damon but it isn't. I answer the call.
"Hello?" I say but there is no response from the other side. I try again but still no response. I pull the mobile away from me and see it's a private number.
Who is it? "Hello? Anyone there?” I ask and when I don't get a response, I hang up. I set the phone aside and continued to watch TV until my phone rang once again. I checked the number and once again it was a private number. I answer the call.
"Hello?" I say but as expected there is
no reply. "Calling and not talking is so frustrating. When you don't want to talk, why do you call?” I snap but still, there is no response. I can hear a slight chuckle. Who the hell is it?
"Who is this?" I ask.
"You're mine.” A voice replied and the call ended.