Touching the Heart of Ace

Chapter 64

"Get out, Robert, or I will scream."

"Did you like it?"

"Like what? Wait, I do not care, get out."

"What does he have?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about but I don't care. Just leave." I hated him. Who did he think

he was?

His eyes were predatory. He did not stop his advancing and I did not like the feeling that had settled in

my stomach.

"Get out." I growled.

His hand rested on my waist and I slapped his cheek... with a lot less force I thought I had. "Don't ever

touch me."

He smiled. "I have done more than just touching..." He winked. "Mmmm... and I want another..." He

leaned to me. "... taste. Yum!"

My palm fisted and I aimed for his nose. "BASTARD!" But he obviously had better reflexes.

He caught my arm and twisted it in front of me. His very 'hard' lower part brushed my butt and I

shivered in... disgust. It was disgust. "Oof, Kitten, why so mad?"

"Let me go!"

"In a minute. Now, baby..." I was not his baby, fucking asshole. "who was he?" His other hand rested on

my waist.

"Take your hands off me Robert Brantley."

"You were all giggly when he touched you there. Why can't I?"

I thrashed and I hated when that did not budge this freaking idiot. "Who! I have no idea who you are

talking about! And it is none of your business anyways."

"Fine." He let me go. "You are right. I should not ask you about that." Was he serious? Was he finally

listening to me. That was it? "After all you did nothing wrong."

I gulped at his understanding smile. He went through his phone, my being invisible and I... fine.

Everything was fine. He needed to leave this room and get back to this stupid party. Why was I here

anyways! Mom had said I did not need to be here, yet I chose to. What was I thinking?

"Now, leave then."

"In a minute. This was the guy, right. I did not need to chop off someone else's hand. So check closely,

'baby'."

My heart dropped to the floor. What was he talking about? Chop off? Hair stood up on my back but my

eyes flicked to the phone stretched towards me. It was the pic of my mom's intern who kept the

elevator open for me. He had accidently pulled me in by waist. He had apologized profusely for

touching me, unlike this idiot who was plotting a serious psychotic crime.

"You can't do that." I mumbled.

He shrugged. "Let us find out."

"He accidently touched me. It was not his fault... He is a nobody and he apologized..."

"A fucking nobody can touch you like that and I can't?" His words dripped with venom but that smile

was frozen on his face.

He could not touch me 'like that' because it would be no accident and he was fucking married. He was

my Aunt Marie's fucking son-in-law.

"Asshole Brantley, look here..."

"I always look at you."

I ground my teeth and looked away. "You know what? Get back to the party. I don't know that guy, if

you want to hurt him and get arrested, then so be it." I crossed my fingers behind my back.

"Ace..."

"What!"

"Say that without crossing your fingers."

I stomped my foot before screaming at him and threw insults after insults. "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET

OUT!"

He pulled me to him and went for my neck, making me scream harder. I tried to kick and push him off

but he was stronger. A moan slipped from him and I felt all... dirty... yeah, dirty.

"ANYONE HERE? HELLO."

We both froze. Panic made my heart stop. Someone was there outside our room. They would see me

with this bastard. Everyone was here. They knew him, they knew me. They knew he was fucking

married. What would I do if they asked what a married man and I was doing in this guest bedroom of

my mom's associate.

I looked around and noticed the balcony, but we could not escape without them noticing. What would

we do, what would we do...

I pulled Robb... Robert by his hands to the curtains where it was so much darker than the other places.

I could not even think about them finding us together.

"Hey, Ace, I thi..." I shut the idiot's mouth with my palm hard. He had no idea what could go wrong.

Either that or he did not care. Probably the latter.

Someone was coming near us and Robbie pulled me closer to his body, turning around and hiding me

from anyone, if they decided to pull off the curtains. I clutched him harder, my heart pounding out of my

chest.

I heard them moving around the room. "I thought I heard someone."

"I did not. Let us go."

"No. I heard a distressed sound. We need to check. What if someone really got hurt. Hello, anyone

here?"

They opened the closet doors, and checked the bathroom too.

"See? No one. You must have heard something out of the 'playroom', if you know what I mean. Let us

go."

"You are right. But l am going to lock this room, or people will get freaky in here. I am not changing

those kind of bedsheets of strangers. We are locking the door, if anyone is here, come out now."

Please, please, please, go away. I heard them locking the door after a few minutes and I dropped my

head to a warm chest.

Wait.

I pushed him but he only tightened his hold that was bruising my waist. I pulled back my hand from his

mouth and wiped it on my shirt. "Let go." I whispered harshly. What if someone was listening at the

door?

"I love what you did to your eyes. What is it?"

Make up, duh! He was so stupid but I firmly kept my mouth close.

"I have never seen you wear this kinda thing before. It is beautiful. What is it?" He was whispering too.

I blushed bright red, but I was thankful there was only the light from the balcony because the servants

had locked the door. "Egyptian eye makeup. I did it myself." Why the hell did I add the last bit?

'I did it myself.'. Ew, I was talking to this bastard. Ew, again.

Wait, the door was locked. I was locked inside with... with 'him'. I pushed harder on his chest and

wiggled to loosen his hug. "Let go, you, asshole."

"Shh... someone might hear you." He turned me around harshly before tugging off my pants to the

knees.

What the hell was he doing? There might be... His hand covered my mouth and I let out a muffled

scream when this bastard started... 'doing' it.

He had no right to touch me like this, why was no one helping me, he was hurting me and all that... He

was married and he was... He had...

"I destroyed... uhhh... your perfect eye make-up, baby. And you look hotter. "

"Move..."

He moved back, staggering and panting. I turned my face when I saw his thing still out. I faced away

from it and fixed myself too, before storming off to the door. I bit my lip when I remembered it was

locked.

I jumped when Robbie's phone rang.

"Yes. Good evening Ma'am... He is with me..." He dropped a kiss on my neck and I glared. He had no

right to kiss me. "Yes... he was not feeling so good around so many people... Of course, ma'am..." His

hand rubbed on my stomach and dipped in my navel. "I will drop him off when he feels better. Good

night, Madam." He hung up the call before pecking my cheek.

"Hello Pretty."

"Asshole."

"Speaking of which, how do you feel?"

Ugghhh! I pushed the bastard away and he laughed menacingly. I wanted to meddle with the door knob

but it was risky. If someone opened and saw both of us together like this...

I saw him cracking his neck and yawning. And then smiled at me smugly.

Asshole!

He... he touched me.

He walked to the balcony and I had to follow him. I saw him looking down and narrow his eyes. "Climb

on."

"No."

"Fine, then. I have to be somewhere anyways. Thanks, baby... you know..." He licked his lips which

was slightly bruised.

I was furious and went to punch the smug look off his face. He chuckled and got hold of my hands

before pecking my lips. "When will I see you again?" He sighed but let me go before standing on the

edge of the balcony. He carefully climbed down and stood on the sunshade below it.

For unknown reason my heart was beating so crazily.

He smirked, before jumping off of it and landed smoothly on the lawn below. That was so... so... h...

annoying. He was so annoying.

I breathed when he stood up and wiggled his legs a bit.

"Come on." He beckoned me.

Hell no.

But... I looked at the locked door and the bastard standing below it. I hated him.

"No." Why was my voice so tiny?

"Baby, it is only the first floor. No big deal. Jump."

ONLY FIRST FLOOR!

I could get my bones broken or... sprained or...

"Sweetheart, nothing will happen. Come on."

My nerves were shaking. So many things could go wrong. But asking someone to open the door was

more problematic than having broken bones.

I somehow managed to stand on the sunshade and the depth to the lawn was making me dizzy.

"Jump."

"I am not jumping."

"Fine, sit on the edge and fall on me."

"No?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Babe, we have to go."

I gulped before sitting down on there and shaking.

"I will catch you."

"You won't."

"You know I always will, now, come on." He stood beneath me with open arms. "Just close your eyes

and fall."

My breaths were short and troubled but when I heard someone talking somewhere, I made up my

mind. "Robbie..." and I jumped, falling right into his arms... the impact making me...

***

...open my eyes.

It was a beautiful morning. As beautiful as the night before and as beautiful as the memory that played

as my dream.

I was alone in the bed, but my heart was not. I smiled feeling so light and happy and... carefree.

I had nothing to worry about; I had no masks to wear. I was at peace.

Mmmm... I snuggled to the blanket that still smelled like my Robbie. I thought of biting back my giggles

but why should I? I giggled so happily before sighing.

Was my bedroom this bright before?

I could not wait to tell Robbie that I loved him again.

I accidently made eye contact with the clock and sat up too fast for my tired aching body.

"OW!"

I fell back as fast; the sharp pain in my lower regions making my eyes water and cheeks blush.

Ow again! Why did I not let Robbie take the lead at first? He never did anything to me without properly

preparing me at first. How desperate, how angry, how frustrated he was, he would open me up first

unlike myself who just thought it was a good idea to...

Spilled milk, Ace.

I rubbed my eyes pouting.

I had to get up fast. Princess had to go to her playschool and Daddy had an important meeting at office

he could not skip.

I tried to slowly sit up again and my tail bone protested. I supported my back and looked at my

nightstand for my watch, noticing a card.

Our card, with our insignia.

I did not see this a lot after coming to this beach house, but all the memories of the gifts that came with

it made my heart flutter.

Giant R with an A in the middle.

I read the note written by my man.

Take TWO pills.

Ps. Only TWO pills.

I giggled at the oh so 'romantic' note from him. He hated when I had to take any kind of drugs. He had

to cross check every medicines I have to take, worried it would harm me. I took TWO pills from the

orange bottle before swallowing it down with the water he had left for me as well.

I sighed and lied down again. It would take about ten minutes for the pain to numb.

Last night was perfect. I had finally pulled up my big boy shorts and told him that he was mine. I had a

lot more to say but I had told him 'I love you', which was awesome, freeing and amazing.

My Big Baby had cried when I said I needed him. I thought he wanted to hear 'need' more than 'love'.

At the risk of sounding so absurd, I thought he was scared of the word 'love'.

I had woken up from the trance he had put me in after a couple of hours of deep sleep. My body was

aching and it pulled me out of my slumber. I noticed he was deep in thought, lying next to me. My mind

was still jumbled and I left him to his musings before slipping off to the bathroom for a hot soak.

And for the first time ever, I did not bother to cover myself with the blanket. There was nothing he had

not seen and there was nothing I did not want him to see.

I was done pretending.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror at first, taking in all his beautiful marks on mine. I remembered

the first time I stood in front of a hotel mirror, trying to grasp what had happened. I remembered being

so scared, so vulnerable and then another kind of fear and shame flooding me when I saw my own

essence drying.

I looked down to catch the evidence of his brutal mating and found none. Robbie must have cleaned

me up when I was floating. I gently squeezed my hole and winced hard at the pain.

It was not a dream, definitely not.

I soaked myself for half an hour before slipping on the night shorts I had kept in the bathroom shelf

exactly for this reasons. Lia had learned to knock and call for 'Davey' when nightmares and monsters

troubled her sleep and if it was before Robbie could tend my after care, I could quickly slip to the

bathroom and pull these on, all the while my Big Baby hid behind the door until I cover her eyes.

He was sitting like perfect Greek porcelain statue, naked and glorious under the moonlight that fell on

him through the widows, with his elbow on his knees and head on his palm. He looked at me with no

expression whatsoever and I knew he was still lost in his thoughts.

I was not regretting anything. I was happy that I could at least show him how much he meant to me. If

this was not what he wanted, then it was up to him.

I had broken down. That was what happened.

My love for him had overflown my heart. That had broken all my defences, my oath of not letting him

touch my heart and my resolution to stay away from his marriage.

I lied down facing away from him, giving space and time for him to process everything that had flooded

out of my heart.

Just as I thought he was going to slip out like he had done a thousand times before, he lied next to me;

curling around with his hand hand across my stomach. I could see the reluctance in his action; he was

waiting for me to push him off.

When I squirmed, I heard his growl and the hold tightened to pin me in place, but something made him

slightly loosen it after a few minutes. I turned around then. His hand tightening, pulling me back to his

strong embrace.

But this time...

This time, I hugged him back. I fingers rubbed his strong back and I moved until he was pressed to my

chest.

"Big Baby." He blinked his wet eyes and gulped. I kissed his forehead. "I love you."

"D... Do you need me?"

I smiled and nodded. "I need you." I brushed his slightly coarse hair. "In my life. In my death. After that

too." He dived deeper to my chest and I hugged him tighter.

I felt my chest getting wet and it pained me. "Please don't cry, Robbie... I can handle anything, your

anger, your frustration, your jealousy and all... but baby, you being sad will break me. Please... I just

wanted to say everything that was filling up my heart. You are mine. I need you to be mine. I love you

so much. Do you hear me?"

He nodded.

"My Big Baby." I pecked his head several times, cherishing him in my hands as I told him all the sweet

words I had bitten back and swallowed all these times. That was how he fell asleep last night. I had

talked until my throat was sore, then I kissed, caressed and petted him... until I fell asleep to.

It was perfect.

I had seen so many romantic scenes where I had seen several of romantic ways people said their 'I

love you' s and sweet words to their better halves but I would never trade how mine went down.

It was as perfectly imperfect. Just the way my Robbie was for me; like I was for him.

And I was going to cherish that forever and ever.

I got out of my bed when the pain had significantly reduced but the time on the clock made me wince. I

had to be up like two hours earlier.

I quickly brushed my teeth and did my morning routine, skipping the burst of energy from cold shower. I

was thankful I took a soak before falling asleep.

There was my attire for the day picked out by man. It was the Father's day gift from him and Lia. An

androgynous beautiful King? Prince? with a jewelled crown holding a swaddled princess baby in his

hand, was in front of the shirt. The princess had a crown too but the pacifier on her mouth melted my

heart.

My Lia grew out of it. Spitting was the one of the first things she learned and guess with what she

perfected that skill.

I put them on and rushed downstairs. Was my baby girl up, if not, she was so going to be late. My baby

girl needed at least another fifteen minutes after waking up to leave her bed.

Of course the first person I saw when I went to the dining room was... Janice.

I waited for the negative emotions to flood up my heart. Pain, hurt, jealousy, anger, low self-esteem.

Nothing made a peep.

I was okay. More than okay.

She was just... she.

But then I noticed how my baby was sitting with her spine straight and frigid as a cardboard.

My poor sweetheart.

I walked fast to her and pulled her to my lap before sitting down. "Good morning beautiful Baby Angel.

Had a nice sleep?"

She gave me a firm nod. "Goo Mo." I kissed her cheek and peeked to her Daddy who was sitting on the

opposite chair, holding a cup of coffee. He was smugly looking at me with a half smirk as he tried to

take a sip of his coffee, but stopped before it touched his lips.

Robbie was bad at making coffee. Well, anything really.

He put his mug down and started to scratch his neck. No, he was...

I blushed bad when I knew he was pulling off his T-shirt to reveal the hickeys I had given him. He

smirked again before taking him mug back.

I hid my face behind my kid's tiny back. He had no shame; right in front of Lia. If she asked about the

boo boo, I would not even try to talk; all on her daddy.

I noticed Lia was poking on her half burnt soggy toast.

Oh Robbie!

How could he burn and make it soggy at the same time!

"I am thinking of sending Jason to France." Robbie announced. "Not just him, there would be a panel of

my directors and Presidents with him, headed by Stefan." He paused looking at me, before leafing

through his business newspaper. "It would do him good and I could take a break."

"Why are you doing that?" Janice crossed her legs and asked as if she was in a conference room,

tapping her phone on the table.

I thought Robbie would ignore her. "He needs to do his M.B.A and this would take some responsibilities

off me. He needs exposure too." He was looking at me and I nodded.

"That is just plain wasting of money." Janice said with I-am-better-than-you voice. "You have no money

to begin with, and France is expensive. Then you are sending someone who means nothing to you

there, so he could mooch off you. You are stupid." Her voice was steadily rising with authority and Lia

became even more frigid.

"I think that is an excellent idea." I told Robbie firmly. It was. "If Jason agrees, this would be best for

both of you."

Janice snorted. "Yeah, right."

"France is your first real business venture to Europe. The situation there is so small for you but big for

Jason. Stefan is there. Jason would have a growing up space." I nodded encouragingly to Robbie and

he smiled.

It would help with his expansion and Jason would have to take his mind off mom.

"It is settled then." Robbie thought of drinking his coffee but decided against it.

"WHAT? Are you saying, because I am a college dropout, I have no idea how business is done? Do

you think I am stupid? You are a flipping pauper and you are wasting money again! You are so stupid."

When she glared at me and I looked right back. She could fool anyone but not me. She was not a

college dropout; she was a high school dropout. All the lies she had been spewing would not work with

me. I simply rose my eyebrows and she broke our staring competition.

"College dropout?"

I had a feeling she did not expect that from me. I never corrected her, I never called out on her lies but

she was calling my man, stupid.

Her face went red and she reminded me of rotting tomato with her water face. She took her jacket off

the chair, and blistered looking for her car keys. "DON'T WAIT FOR ME! I hate it here."

I rubbed Lia's back when she jerked a little at the sudden shout.

"Oh! My friends are coming to the beach this weekend. At least do something for that! JESUS!" She

slammed the door shut with more force and her screeched off our driveway after sometime.

We waited another five minutes before letting out a collective sigh of relief. Lia slowly calmed down and

her posture bended down a little.

But the silence stretched too far before little Lia broke it. "Davey, Dada blackie my tos."

I chuckled. "Oh! Really? Let Davey check."

She leaned back to my chest for my inspection of her toast, with her hands crossed and adorable pout.

"You are right, Princess. Davey will make you new ones." I pecked her pout before going all 'Super

Davey mode' or my babes were going to be late.

I took the coffee mug from his hand and took a cautious sip. He had drunk only quarter of it enough to

keep him awake.

Mm! He accidently out too much sugar.

It was okay, I would drink it later.

I flew around everywhere as I made French Toasts, eggs ?C scrambled for Robbie, sunny side up for

Lia ?C and made a quick fruit salad with maple syrup ?C no bananas for Robbie, he did not like diced

bananas for whatever reason, - bacon, and a creamy with less sugar only for Robbie and a small glass

of orange juice for my baby.

I put everything on the table, putting additional two pieces of toast near Robbie if he was hungrier than

usual and extra sprinkle of powdered sugar for my Lia and of course a kiss on her beautiful head.

But this morning was different.

This morning was different because this day... this day, I kissed my Big Baby's head too. I noticed his

pause, but I was too shy and time was going too fast for me to play around. I cleared the tables as I

winced again at the time and got to the lunch.

Lia was not going to be happy at lunch today. I had no time to make her favourite options of

sandwiches with funny faces on the top. She would have to take leftover spaghetti from last night.

I scooped a small portion of noodles, a meat ball on top and bit of extra sauce on a small container,

before chopping up a quick veggie salad of bell peppers, olives and onions. Then on second thought I

added two chocolate truffles as desserts.

Sucking up for sandwiches.

She would be fine after the desserts, but all throughout the lunch she would sigh, pout and glare at the

innocent noodles.

Then I made a small snack for Lia for her recess time, with nuts, and a sliced banana. She would not

be hungry but what if she needed something to nibble on?

I had to get her ready. Jesus why was time was running so fast today?

"I will drop her off at the day-care, love. Stop stressing out."

"You will? Oh, you are a life saver, daddy."

I rushed to my phone to call her van service. "Amelia Brantley's residence. She will be dropped off by

her father."

The lady on the other side politely received my message. Then I took out daddy's phone from the

charger, and replied to the message that had asked for confirmation.

His wallpaper was us holding Baby Lia on her first birthday.

I was so blind and stupid to hold off my emotions from my demon.

I went to check on baby girl and she was 'getting ready' which was mostly just twirling around in her

undies in front of her mirror.

I ran to her scooping her up and 'threw' her in the air making her giggle. "Ageeen, ageeen ageeen."

"When you come home." I blew a raspberry on her neck and quickly pulled on her frock.

Thank God, Robbie woke up early and gave her a bath. "Dada say Davey sweepy." She gave me a

kiss on my cheek and kept her lips there as I zipped up her frock.

"Yeah?"

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"Mmm... I was tired, but look at me now, all happy and running around like my baby girl." I kissed all her

face up before doing her hair and of course 'make up', which was applying her baby powder with a

swishing magic make up brush.

I had told her daddy several times not to bring her in while I did my skin care or makeup stuff. She

would want to imitate me but her baby skin was too precious and young for harsh chemicals in them.

She giggled and ran to her mirror before cupping her own face. "PETTY!"

"Yes, you are. Now, come on, we are late." She held my forefinger as we rushed to the living room to

get her cute uniform jacket and shoes. She could wear whatever she wanted, but had to put on this

sleeveless jacket with the playschool logo on it.

"Angel!" Robbie hollered from upstairs. "Did you see my silver tie?"

Silver tie, silver tie, silver tie... "Coming!"

Where would it go? It had to be in his tie drawer. I had rolled them up and... "Daddy, have you...

mmmhh" He pulled me inside and kissed me like he had not kissed me in a very long time.

I kissed back with equal passion, until I had to tap out for oxygen. He kept on pecking me as I struggled

to breath properly.

The first thing I noticed was the silver tie he had loosely thrown on his shoulder. "You are so bad." I

took it off before tying it properly.

"I hate ties."

I kissed his cheek. "I know, but you have a meeting." He gave me access to my neck and I might have

peppered him with so many kisses as I tied it.

"Angel?"

I could hear the uncertainty in that calling. "Mmm?"

"Did you really mean it? Everything you said last night?"

I nodded, unable to look into his eyes. I was so vulnerable. My soul was figuratively naked in front of

him.

"You need me?"

"I do. I love you."

"You said you never want to let me go. Is that true?"

"Yes. I... I can't."

"You can never take that back. I will never let you take that back, Ace."

"I don't want to take that back. I... I need you as mine."

He rapidly swallowed. "I can't believe you are telling me all this. I had thought..." He nervously

chuckled. "... I... You can't take that back, Angel."

I kissed his lips.

God! How many times had I dreamed of this, kissing him like it was my right? "I will never take that

back."

"Do you really want to hold my hands and tell everyone that I am yours as much as you are mine?"

"Yeah. I have been wanting that for a long long time, Robbie... You have no idea." I dropped my head

on his shoulder and rubbed his muscled biceps.

"Are you not doing it because I am married?"

I knew I had already told him that. But... when he asked the same... should I...

No, I was done pretending. I was done sacrificing my happiness and peace for someone who did not

value it, who did not appreciate the heaven she had in her palms.

"Yes."

He kissed my neck then. Sucking up a hickey. And I could hear the words he could not pull out from his

heart. My Big Baby was not big on talking.

But the desperation, the hurt, the need, the frustration and a bit of helplessness in his kiss was telling

me everything I wanted to know.

His eyes were shiny when he looked at me. I leaned up and kissed his eyelids and got hurt seeing how

hopeful and dreamy his eyes were.

Did he believe that I would never want to kiss him? I pulled his head to me and kissed the ffing doubts

out of him.

"DAVEY!!! SOES!"

My baby girl yelled and I chuckled at the annoyance in her voice.

"COMING LOVE." I heard Daddy groan and I bit his neck. "Come on."

"No. Stay."

I laughed. "You will both be late. You have an early meeting. Oh, if Jason is going to France, then you

needed to bring back Nat. You have been slacking off." I shrieked when he tickled me in retribution.

"Wh... haha... I am serious... stop... please... Robbie... okay okay okay. UNCLE UNCLE UNCLE."

"She is stealing you from me."

"Who? Nat?"

"No, Lia." He pouted and whined before tucking himself under my chin.

I was exasperated but I knew it was partially my fault. I had not shown him any affection like he had

yearned and I had wanted to.

"My love, no one will ever steal me from you. I am yours. I never want anyone to touch me like you do,

to hug me like you do... or make love to me like you do. I am all yours. Yours only."

"Say that again."

"I am yours, Daddy."

"Again."

I chuckled. "I am yours."

"Again."

I laughed. "That is enough." I pecked his lips. "Come back to me from office and I will tell you as many

times as you want."

He still did not let me go. He slowly descended down to my neck and then kissed my... heart. No, the

kiss was in my shirt, but the place was where my heart would be, inside my ribcage and I felt his kiss

on my heart.

It was not about the kiss because this man had kissed and nibbled and done a lot of things on many

parts of my body.

But...

This was one of the early things I had ever told him.

We were still 'friends' and when the topic of my relationships or lack thereof was discussed, I had told

him I wanted the person who loved me to kiss my heart every day. He had asked why and I had no

explanation. It would be our thing; that was all I had said.

"Robbie..." I leaned up and kissed his nose.

Because when he had asked where I would kiss the love of my life, I had said 'nose' and he had made

fun of me all day long.

But now here we were.

Robbie kissed my heart and I kissed his nose. None of us laughing.

When I heard Lia whining again, I held his hand. I look at our joined hands; his large strong veiny

hands engulfing all of mine.

He meddled until we had 'lover's hold.' This was what I wanted the whole world to see. This was how I

wanted to walk beside him for rest of our lives.

Did he know?

He pulled our hands to his face and dropped a kiss on back of my hand reverently. "I will make it right,

Angel. I promise."

Did he just say what I heard him say? Did he mean...

I had to squish down the hope that was pushing my heart before...

"I want you to show everyone that I am yours. Only yours."

He did.

He meant it the way I was dying for him to mean.

"There is no one else for me, just the way there is no one else for you. We are all we need." My

Robbie, he barely talked about what was in his heart or in his mind, but dammit, when he did,

everything I had ever done or said to him in love would not match to the emotions behinds his own

words.

He pecked my forehead and his face crumbled before a new found goal settled in his face as I took my

hand away from his.

"Coming, sweetheart." I told my baby who was calling for me... again.

"I have to make a call to my lawyer. You get our baby ready." I could only nod and walk away.

That was all it took? I... I had these scenes and scenarios in my mind about him saying he could not

love me and he needed me with him but could not be only mine... or...

I turned back and I heard the word 'divorce' clearly and even if I had a feeling he was not hearing the

things he wanted to hear, I was in cloud nine.

He wanted it.

He wanted the divorce and he wanted to be with me. He chose me like he never had any other options

in his life. He did not wait, he did not flatter, not even a pause. He only wanted my word for it.

"Davey." I heard a small sound and I kneeled down to my world. She patted my cheek lovingly. "Okay?"

"More than okay. I am happy, baby. So happy."

Her face glowed and a big smile stretched on her tiny face and she threw her arms around me giggling.

She was happy because I told her that I was happy.

I was one lucky Angel.

I helped her with her shoes which she had switched to wrong feet. When Robbie came back he was

walking a lot straighter, he had the aura of dominance on him, he came down the stairs like a King to

his durbar.

Some switch had been flipped making him the most powerful person in this whole universe.

I watched him collecting his bag filled with files, his laptop, his phone and I handed him his jacket and

snack box, if he decided to skip the lunch because of the big meeting.

Then with a huge satisfied grin he picked my... daughter. I handed him her tiny bag too.

When we reached the door, I saw the longing in his eyes. I did not like it one bit, he was my king, my

love and my demon. I needed him to have everything his heart desired.

"Come back safely to me, you two." I pecked Lia's head and cheek. This was where I would normally

push my Big Baby away, ask him to get to his office, chastise him if his hand reached for my waist but

not this day...

I stood on my tippy toes and kissed his lips with all the love I had. His firm hand had kept Lia's head

turned from us and I blushed for no reason whatsoever. My hand brushed Lia's back as I said her good

bye and I extended that caress to his chest too.

He took my hand again holding it in lover's hold and pecked the back of my hand. "I will make it right."

His eyes were pleading me to believe him, to trust him, to keep on loving him.

"I know you will." I gave a quick kiss again and gently steered him to the door. "Be my good babies and

don't get in trouble."

I waved when they climbed on Daddy's car. Daddy being the Big Baby waited for me to wave specially

for him at his car door and I did.

I gave him a flying kiss too because why the hell not! And giggled when he caught it and dropped it to

his pocket.

Then he gave me one, throwing it a bit high... and... I caught it jumping.

That was so corny and cheesy and... so... so...

We were not kids! Hell! we had a baby of our own.

It was so cringey but... so adorable that made my heart sing. I blushed bright red as he drove his car

away.

This was how it felt like to live, I thought.

This was my amazingly perfect life.