Page 218 of Poison Vows
“Oh Emmett, I love you so much. You had me from the moment I listened to your heartbeat,” I cry, my heart full of joy, it feels like it might burst.
These last few months, it’s like I’m dreaming.
He had our contract framed and hung up in our bedroom. When I finally read the whole thing I realized it gave me all the power and that yes, I was Emmett’s forever. I didn’t even see that before.
Also, I wake up to fresh flowers, sometimes vases full or a single rose beside my pillow with a notes that greets me and with one, he tells me how much he loves me.
Everyday, he spends time with me in the library. While I read silently, he holds me on his lap, nuzzling my hair without saying a word.
A month ago, he sat me down and asked me what I wanted to do in life, and I told him I wasn’t sure anymore. I dropped out of med school and was feeling very sad, but he comforted me, and when I was ready, listened to all my ideas, ready to let me try something.
My husband believes that when one has a goal in life that they’re passionate about, life is easier to bear, and I see it too.
Then he took me into his studio, made me sit between his legs and he taught me some basic pottery skills. It’s his favorite thing because the session always ends with us in a precarious position.
He takes walks with me, holding my hand all the way and never lets go.
But my favorite is when he cooks for me! God, I’m a goner for my husband’s cooking. It’s honestly the only meal I can keep down.
He has taken me on spontaneous dates all over the country, showing me the things he likes and asking what I’ve stopped liking and why because he wants to get this right and know me for who I am now, not who I was.
We’re two people who’ve been trying to heal and actually surrender to the cards we’ve been dealt and live this life to the fullest.
And this man has been making each day feel like I’m in a land of love, peace and joy.
“I know exactly how you feel,” my husband says gruffly. “I’m going to fight like hell to make up for all the years we lost. I love you.”
He kisses me deeply, stealing my breath away until his phone rings and he pulls back, clearly annoyed.
I turn to look at the paintings again, but I can hear him talk to George on the phone.
Suddenly, a thought I had some time ago comes popping in my mind again so when my husband hugs me from behind, I can’t help but ask, the alarms going off in my head.
“Baby?”
“Yes, love of my heart?”
I preen at that. God, this man knows how to seduce.
Focus!
“Uh, that year we all came back to Westbrook Blues, my brother, me, and Astraea, George had pretended to be dead, Astraea and Alex’s abuse was not known and Noah’s adoption too was still hidden…”
Emmett tenses behind me and is silent for a long time before he asks me in a low tone, “Ask me.”
My heart drops to the pit of my stomach but I ask anyhow.
“How long had you known the truth on each of those matters and why did you pretend not to know?”
Poison is never the end, sometimes it’s the beginning…
THE END
