I still feel bad sometimes that I was the one who’d introduced her into Giselle’s life, that had it not been for me, her mother would never have found here after all the hell she went through to escape, but whenever I feel like that, I just seek her out and hold her, reminding myself that she’s safe with me.
Junior has been reaping the benefits of his parents’ love. Now that the anger and animosity between us were gone, we’re a family, and I couldn’t have wished for better for my son. Just an hour ago, I’d done my best to fuck another kid in her and won’t stop trying until she blossoms with my child. There’s a new kind of excitement building inside me these days, and I can’t wait to see her ripening with child, can’t wait to experience all that I’d missed with my firstborn.
My phone rang on the dresser across the room, and I eased her off my chest onto her pillow and hurried to answer before the noise woke her. She needs all of her strength because I’ve been in her every time she blinked for the past week. It’s as if something had opened up after all the past misunderstandings were out of the way, and we’ve been back to the newlywed stage like two horny teenagers who couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
I’m pretty sure Delores had complained to mom about our PDA because mom had shown up at the house midweek and commandeered my son while muttering about him being too young to see certain things and how it was grandparents’ day or some such crap. I’m not sure, though, because mom would find any excuse to hog the baby, and since he doesn’t seem to mind, I let her have her way until his mother, and I start to miss him and have to go get him back from her clutches.
“Hello?” I was surprised at the caller. Why was her grandmother calling me instead of her? The two of them have been spending part of each day together, and she was another one with baby fever. Sometimes I’d catch Giselle with this wistful look on her face when she thinks no one else is looking, and when I asked, she explained that she always felt bad that our boy would have no one but her his whole life. Now she’s overwhelmed at the amount of love he’s now surrounded by.
He’s the first great-grandchild on both sides, and his mother’s aunts and uncles have already started spoiling both of them. It’s fun watching from the sidelines as she gets reacquainted with her dad’s siblings and their children, her cousins. It’s also freaky as hell seeing other people who look like her since her features heavily resemble her dad and his side of the family.
“Hello young man, I bet you’re wondering why I’m calling you and not my granddaughter. I’ll answer all your questions, as I’m sure you’re also wondering why I didn’t allow that creature to be arrested that first day for what she did to my son. I will answer all of your questions very shortly. Bring your wife and my great-grandson to the estate tomorrow morning at nine; you will have your answers then.”
She hung up, leaving me to stare at the phone. It’s true I was a bit confused when she refused to have Ann arrested right away. I had the audio recording as well as the video, both edited, of course, to take to the cops. But when they were ready, and I alerted the family to what I was about to do, Giselle’s grandmother had stopped me without giving any reason at all.
I was a bit put out thinking that she was doing it out of some archaic need to protect the family name and reputation, but Giselle had asked me to obey the older woman’s wishes as she was old and frail and, as she put it, must have her reasons. Maybe there was more to the story; what the hell do I know? If it were up to me, I’d put that bitch under the damn jail.
Giselle stirred as I made my way back to the bed. It still hits me in the gut each time she opens her eyes on mine. I’d missed the hell out of her, out of seeing her in my bed. Two years of trying my damnedest to hate her has been vanquished in a handful of days. I find myself sometimes wondering if some part of me hadn’t always known, like my annoying ass mother, that there had to be a legit reason for her leaving.
I can think that now, but the truth is I was too hurt in the past to think clearly. I’ve been secretly beating myself up for not going after her for letting pride and ego stand in the way. When I think of what could’ve happened to her and my son had Donovan not seen them that day, my blood runs cold.