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I reply, downing my wine as she still holds hers, barely touched.
“It has, but don’t you feel that the storm is finally over?”
The storm was over years ago for me… but for her, I know that wasn’t the case.
“Yeah, it is over now. Have you found the peace you were looking for, Zaia?”
I ask the question that I have always wondered.
Even when times were tough, she was brave, remaining strong, but deep down, it had affected her greatly.
She turns to look at me, our faces barely a handspan apart.
“I did… I realised it wasn’t just you. Everyone around me had secrets. I needed. time to realise why everyone who loved me kept things from me, but although it took time, I realised it wasn’t betrayal but their love. The things they did, the decisions they made, they were out of love even if I did end up getting hurt.”
She places her glass down and looks at the ceiling continuing. “It was a long process, hurting, understanding, realising… accepting and letting it go.”
“I know you don’t want to hear it, but looking back, I do realise how damaging my decision was for you and-“
“Don’t,”
she whispers softly, placing her hand on my thigh again as she shakes. her head. “We are who we are because of the decisions we have made and learned from. It doesn’t hurt anymore, and I understand it.’
Her words are like the crisp soothing breeze of the first winds of morning and this time it’s my heart that’s racing.
“Zaia-“
“Sebastian-“
I can’t help but chuckle. It feels like I’m back to the first time I tried to talk to her. She probably doesn’t even remember it..
“You go first,”
she says, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“I would say ladies first, but we both know you’re more than that.”
She’s myequal… “Well then, I’ll go first. You don’t need anyone to tell you this, but seeing you now, I’m proud of you. You survived through everything, and you’ve come out stronger. You’re an incredible woman Zaia, you’ve shown you need no man.”
She blushes lightly, taking a sip of her wine. “Thanks. I don’t think I do,”
she says proudly, but it’s the glint in her eyes as they dip to the front of my crotch that speaks an entirely different story.
“I take back what I just said. I guess you still need a man for some reasons,”
I remark cockily as I lean forward, taking her glass from her and downing it.
Her cheeks darken, and she knows I caught her looking. I wish I could say it’s the wine in my system… but it isn’t. I place the glass down, taking hold of her chin and forcing her to look up, our faces inches apart.
Her lips are glistening from the kiss of wine, the scent mingling with her sweet breath.
And when I speak, my own voice is deeper and huskier than usual, mingling with the crackling of the fire as I ask her the questioning burning at the forefront of my mind..
“Tell me, Little Fox, where do we go from here?”
ZAIA.
My heart’s pounding as I gaze into his eyes, those piercing blue that make my heart implode, his touch is driving me crazy, and his scent is like a drug, sending me onto cloud nine.
His words echo like a whispered lullaby and my gaze dips to his lips.
Where do we go from here…
I slowly wrap my hand around his wrist as I look into his eyes.
I want to follow my heart…
“Why do you still love me?”
I ask softly, trying to find the answer in his eyes.
I still love him, despite the years gone by. I love him with every fibre of my being, and he has always affected me.
He grips the side of my face, his thumb caressing my cheek.
“What’s not to love?”
he counters.
I’m not perfect, no one is, but we are imperfectly perfect together…
“Only someone in love would say that.”
I whisper, “Tell me… have you forgiven yourself?”
He frowns as he looks down. “I hurt you countless times, betrayed your trust and – left you when you needed me… I don’t think that’s something that can beforgotten or forgiven.”
“But you paid the price… no matter how much it hurt you, you have given me the time I’ve asked for. The time that I needed… Your acceptance is enough to cut yourself some slack.”
“I told myself that I would give you all the time in the world, and… I told myself if we were meant to be, that we’d find our way to one another again. If not… then it just isn’t meant to be…”
he says quietly, swallowing hard as he tries to contain. his emotions..
His words resonate with my soul.his patience.
Sebastian, too, needed to heal and not blame himself. His sacrifice with me, knowing that we may never be… I appreciated it. I appreciate him.
This time I know I don’t need to tell him about being honest or trusting because there’s no doubt that he will be. This time I just know it.
He’s changed. Over the years I’ve seen that in him. We’ve learned from our past and learned from our mistakes.
“So, I guess we have our answer…”
I say quietly, feeling my cheeks burn as a slow, sexy smirk crosses his lips.
“Something tells me I might just have a chance,”
he whispers, as he leans in, his nose brushing mine, making my heart pound violently.
His fingers curl behind my neck, as he slowly tilts his head, gazing at me through half hooded eyes.
A thousand emotions are coursing through me, and my eyes flutter shut when the sudden sound of something shattering makes both Sebastian and I jump apart.
The kids!
I leap up at the same time Sebastian does, both of us rushing to the door.
“Zion! Sia?!”
I shout, wondering what happened as Sebastian takes the stairs three at a time and I’m right behind him.
We both come to a stop at the bathroom door, where the shower rail is now on the floor, clearly having smashed into the mirror before falling to the ground. Sia stands there barefooted among the glass.
“Sorry, Mommy…”
she says sheepishly, just as Sebastian steps over and picks her up.
“Oh, it’s ok, are you hurt?”
I ask as Sebastian places her in the hallway.
“I’m ok, I’m sorry for disturbing you,”
she mumbles, making me look at Sebastian quickly.
Zion sighs as he steps out of his room.
“Really Sia, couldn’t you be a little careful?”
he looks disappointed as Sia hangs her head sheepishly.
“I
“We were done with the wrapping,”
I say quickly. “It’s alright, now let me get this cleaned up and then you can go take a shower in the other bathroom.”
Sia nods. “Ok, Mommy,”
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