Figure 8 (20 page)

Authors: Elle McKenzie

Epilogue

Damon

I think I am about to have a fucking heart attack, I feel sick to my stomach as I sit in the waiting room of the hospital. This goddamn hospital is going to be the death of me; if I don’t see it ever again it will be too soon. I stand up and pace again, waiting, it feels like I have been waiting forever.

“How is she?” Andrew says as he comes barrelling through the door, followed by a flustered looking Jenny.

“I don’t know. I am waiting for them to tell me that I can go in to see her.” I try to regulate my breathing but it is no use, maybe I should have gone to the Lamaze classes instead of Izzy.

“Mr Harmon, do you want to follow me,” a skinny little red head calls, through the door. I practically rip the door open with such force it almost flies off its hinges. I follow the nurse into a room. “Here put this gown on and this mask.” I suit up as she tells me, and then follow her to the hand basin to wash my hands; I can’t scrub them quick enough. When I am done I follow her again through another set of doors, the smell of chemicals invades my nostrils as I see my beautiful wife, lying on the operating table. She smiles up at me as I take the seat next to her head.

“How you doing baby? Your dad and Jenny are outside.” I wipe the sweat beading on her forehead, then dab my own.

“I am okay, I just want to meet our child,” she says, but I can sense the fear in her voice. I look over the sheet at the doctors. They are pouring some orange liquid all over her large stomach. As soon as I see the scalpel I look away, I have never been squeamish but this is my wife they’re cutting open.

“It’s going to be just fine babe, he or she will be with us very soon. Does it hurt?” I kiss her forehead.

“I can’t feel a thing, just a bit of tugging.” I go to take another quick peek but before I get the chance I hear a tiny little scream. My heart lurches out of my chest at the sound, I look at Izzy and she has the biggest smile on her face. The nurse comes around to Izzy’s other side with a tiny little baby wrapped in a blanket.

“Meet your daughter,” she says. I feel the tears streaming down my face, I don’t even care that I look like a pussy right now or that all I ever seem to do is cry since I met Isabelle. Our daughter, Izzy’s daughter, and mine, she is just so beautiful. The nurse takes her away and I hug my beautiful wife tightly, stroking her face and trailing kisses along her cheek.

“She looks like you,” I tell her. “So perfect and so beautiful.” The nurse brings her back to me when she has checked her over, and places her in my arms. She has a tiny little button nose just like Isabelle, and a mass of gorgeous brown hair. I know every parent thinks that they have the most gorgeous baby in the world, but we truly do have. “Thank you,” I say on a sob.

“For what?"

“For giving me the most perfect gift I could ever wish for,” I smile at her and kiss her on the nose.

Our family is finally complete, my life is finally perfect. That first day that I saw Isabelle in the flesh, I knew my life would never be the same again. We still have obstacles to overcome. I still have the fear that one day she may slip back into her depression and I won’t be able to save her but I will do everything in my power to make her happy and to keep her happy. She is my world and now our daughter, Sara Marie Harmon, is my world too. I am lucky to love two people and I will love them until my dying day. To save her was all I ever wanted, but to fall in love with her and for her to love me back, was all I ever dreamed.

True love always prevails.

Isabelle

My hands are bound to the headboard, I can’t move. Damon’s head is currently lodged in-between my thighs, lapping straight up my pussy. Every lick sends me closer to the edge and I’m about to fall over. He inserts a finger into me and I push against it loving the feel of his intrusion. He works me in and out whilst licking my clit roughly. I scream as my orgasm rips through my body. His eyes shoot up as he watches me unravel in front of him.

“You look so hot when you come against my mouth.” I feel his breath against my sensitive spot and I squirm, rattling the cuffs.

“Let me loose babe, I want to ride you.”

“How can I say no to that?” He smiles and reaches up to let me out of my restraints.

“Mummy, Daddy, I made a wee wee on my potty.” Sara comes barrelling into the bedroom like a whirlwind. Damon moves faster than lightening covering us both up. “Why’s Mummy locked up Daddy? Has she been naughty?” my inquisitive little princess asks. Damon laughs as I go bright red.

“Yes Sara, she’s been a very naughty girl. Now go to your room and I’ll be there in a minute to empty your potty. You’re such a good girl,” he tells her, she toddles off singing ‘let it go’ from Frozen. I am sick of that bloody movie.

“Let me go Damon,” I laugh.

He kisses me roughly before un-cuffing me from the bed. I rub at my sore wrists, before sitting up. I adjust my ever-growing belly as I climb out to get a shower. Baby number two should be arriving in the next few weeks and I am so excited. Damon slips out of bed and heads out to deal with our daughter.

We bought ourselves a beautiful little house in Cheshire, just after Sara was born. We wanted to cut all ties with our apartment and start a new life. Our little family is perfect and we are so happy. Damon went back to work and I’ve been studying to finally get my English degree. It’s not been easy, juggling college, Sara and the pregnancy but I wouldn’t have it any other way. My life is almost perfect. I still have my down days but they are few and far between. I no longer have suicidal tendencies, my family come first and knowing what Damon went through with his mom, I wouldn’t put my children through that. Damon has really helped me to come to terms with what David told me, whether it was a lie or not, we will never know, but I’ve dealt with it now. It’s in our messed up past that we are learning to forget.

“So I’ve managed to get her to take a nap. Where were we?” Damon strides into the bathroom wearing lounge pants and nothing else. They’re hanging low on his hips and I can just see the v poking out over the edge. I lick my lips as he reaches me, pushing me into the shower; the water streaming over my face leaves me breathless. He takes my hands and lifts them above my head trapping me. He positions his tip at my entrance and pushes inside, filling me. I take his mouth, slipping my tongue inside, tasting him. I love my man so much it hurts sometimes. The ache I feel when he touches me, reverberates through my body. Every time he looks at me, I see the love in his eyes and I get butterflies in my stomach.

I couldn’t have wished for a more loving husband. I will love him forever; there is no doubt about it.

Infinity times Infinity.

Author Bio

I am an English author, based in the Cheshire countryside. I enjoy going for walks with my two dogs, and I love days out with my children and husband. I love listening to music and you can often find me at a concert or a festival, rock being my favourite genre. Music has a massive influence in my books and I often listen to songs whilst writing.

I have always written, even as a child I would write short stories and make up plays to perform to my parents. I originally wanted to be a journalist, however things happened in my life and my path was changed dramatically.

I am an avid reader and I will try all genres, from romance to autobiographies, although romance is my favourite. I love the feels you get from the storylines, the love and angst, the will they, won’t they and all the emotions.

After years of toying with the idea of publishing my work, I finally got the courage to do it, with a lot of convincing from friends and family.

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