Filed To Story: The Lingering Kiss of Farewell Novel
The question was, how was Calvin going to gain her trust? After all that had happened, what would it take and how long would it take? He had no idea at all. He didn’t think just banging on her door with the DNA results in his hand, when they came in was going to work.
It would, of course, be solid proof of her being Marrin and the children his, but then, how was he going to explain to her just how he had gotten that himself? Clearly it wasn’t going to be by legal means, and she would know that. She’d be able to accuse him of breaking into her home and retrieving the boys along with her own DNA, illegally. Which, of course, he had done because she hadn’t given permission. He highly doubted that she would ever give permission either, certainly not while there was a restraining order on him. Hell banging on her door was going to be a full breach of that order.
Doing that was just going to make her go on the defensive. He could well imagine she would just call the police and tell them he was at her home and in breach of that restraining order, and then she would call her lawyer once more. He would be hauled away and likely arrested due to those previous charges. Even though they had been rescinded, they were likely to still be on file somewhere.
Wil would also surely be just as ticked off as Marilyn was about him doing something like that, so he wasn’t going to do that. He needed to approach this calmly, show her that he was of no threat, and to do that he had to be gentle, and show that he cared about her and the boy’s emotional wellbeing.
Even though he was struggling with his own emotional state, on a daily basis. Over what he’d done to Marilyn, while she’d been here in Houston. Calvin believed he was handling it better with every day that passed, coming to terms with his behaviour and containing that obsession of his. He’d been able to see it for what it was, and he’d actually been able to start letting go of his obsession and see it was all his own doing. that he had twisted everything and Marrin had done nothing to him.
Every morning, when he woke up he told himself that Marilyn was Marrin, that she had actually lost her memories in that car accident she’d had all those years ago. This was the reason she’d never contacted him. He reminded himself every day that she couldn’t tell him about the twins or not being on that plane, because she’d been in the hospital unconscious, and had woken up with no memory of him, of their life together.
It was his own way of coming to terms with who she was, and that she’d done nothing wrong, that he didn’t need to punish her or even out her to him as Marrin, because he actually couldn’t do that, because she didn’t recall it, and he had no idea if she would ever remember being Marrin.
So he was going to have to not only gain her trust but win Marilyn’s heart as well. He could do it, he knew he could. She’d loved him once before, he could get her to love him again. It was just a matter of her spending time with him, seeing the good side of him. Letting her see him with the twins, how much he would love her and them, that he wanted that, all of them together as a family.
He just couldn’t do it until he didn’t need to tell himself who she was, had completely let go of that obsession. so that he was certain that he wouldn’t cause her or the twins any more harm. Something that restraining order was actually forcibly giving him. Time to become her loving husband once more.
He had a picture of her and the twins to look at every day. It was even in a frame now, though it was not out in the apartment for all to see. But locked away in his home office desk draw, where not even Wil could see it.
Calvin had looked at it every day since receiving that photo from Phillipe. The three of them together and it made him smile to see them. They did look happy to him in that photo; she’d raised them well on her own even while suffering from amnesia.
They were his family, even if he couldn’t get to them just yet, but he could keep tabs on them now that he knew where they were. Though from all the reports from Phillipe, the three of them lived a happy, quiet life. with no interruptions or worries. He was the only thing in their lives that had caused them any concerns.
He would not do that anymore.
Marilyn
She looked at the email from Liam Stevens and actually sighed at the request that came with the meeting. date. She knew there was going to be another meeting, after all the twins had just been confirmed as William’s clients. So, of course, he was going to want to discuss it. It was also what he’d said in that first meeting.
Marilyn didn’t even know if she was ready to deal with it all; an attachment to Calvin. Telling the boys she finally knew who their father was. Right this very minute, It seemed as though she wasn’t going to get a choice in the matter. Calvin’s lawyer was going to push ahead with it regardless of what she wanted.
She at least had a few weeks to come around to the idea, find the right way to tell them she supposed. Though what Wil wanted and what she thought was going to be best, may well be two very different ideas altogether. She was still trying to adjust to having some of Marrin, or her younger self, just bleed into her life at unexpected times.
She had set up an appointment with her neurosurgeon to discuss what was happening to her, and if it was normal, or if he thought she was on her way to getting all her memories back. Get his opinion on just how long he thought it might take for that to happen. That was in a week’s time, he’d squeezed her into his schedule, seeing as she’d stated she was getting flashes of old memories.
Her other concern was, of course, the twins. She’d not yet told them about who their father was, she’d sat with them and showed them many of the pictures that she’d found on Marrin’s cloud of her younger self. The boys looked through everything she’d printed out for them. At her, at the house and the gardens, and Callum had murmured
“It’s a mansion, Vin.”
And Vincent had agreed with him.
“You look really happy in all of them, mum.”
Callum smiled up at her.
“I do.”
she could only agree with him.
“You must have liked it there, where ever it is,”
Vincent smiled.
“It looks that way.”
she nodded, and it really did, but again that conflicted with the one memory she had of her and Calvin at the airport.
“But who takes pictures of themselves when they’re not happy?”
She murmured.
Both her boys frowned right at her, and she knew why. They were curious about her life,
“Mum?”
Callum muttered.
“I know I’m downplaying it, when I should be happy that I found something from my old life.”
She nodded.
“But they are just pictures to me, I have no emotional attachment to them or recollection of taking them, they didn’t bring my memory back, boys.”
“But you look happy.”
They both told her.
“Yes, I guess being on my own suited me.”
she pointed out to them, that all of them were of just her, alone and there was no one with her. Which again only made them frown as they went back through the pictures that she’d printed out for them to look at. There were just on fifty of them, and she could only think they’d been taken over several years, likely the three years that she and Calvin had been in that marriage contract; her hair was different lengths in some of them and so was her make??p.
KGH 693 think you were happy. Callum smiled at her. Thope you can remember it soon.”
That would be nice, Marilyn told them, and a part of her thought it would be. Maybe she wouldn’t have all these conflicting thoughts inside her mind, and actually be able to understand what had gone on In her past.
“Do you know where the house is?”
Vincent asked, holding up a picture of it to her. Marilyn had shaken her head ‘no’. That memory still eluded her. She didn’t actually know where it was.
“I guess it is probably somewhere along the Texas coastline. That car I crashed had Texas number plates,”
she’d told them, and she supposed it was, because there was that cliff out past the house. She’d seen the view from the house up to the bench seat.
A nice walk out there. Many minutes she supposed, up a gently sloped hill on a stepping stone pathway, likely to have been one of her favourite places to be, with all the happiness rolling off those pictures, of her younger self on that bench.
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