Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (best short books to read TXT) 📗

    "Yeah, well, I was expecting it to be the guy I'm cheating on you with. He was supposed to be here, but it's alright since you will do just fine as well."

    Rowan's face melted to a stoic, impassive expression.

   I laughed. "What? You can't even take a joke?"

   He placed his hands on my waist and pulled me taut against him, he placed light kisses all over my face, particularly targeting my lips and whispered. "Never joke about being with other men."

   I started playing with his silk tie. His aftershave smelled divine, musk and something else. His hand began ravishing my body and his tongue swept across my collar bone making me moan "Rowan, the lunch."

   "It can wait." Rowan insisted, whispering. "Just put me out of my misery, baby."

    His gruff chin grazed my cheek. It was ticklish, I giggled. "The children. They might wake up."

Rowan's talented magic fingers had already rendered farther beneath my shirt. "Not now."

    He glanced across the hallway once, making sure there was no sign of the little devils and his lips covered mine in a frenzied kiss that left the both of us breathless. I pulled back a few minutes later, and held his face against mine.

    "You're leaving for Denmark again for six months, aren't you?" I asked.

     Rowan's eyes rested on me. "Alana..."

     I'd found out when I saw the copy of the registration form in his home office.

     I sighed. "How long were you going to keep it from me?"

    He shrugged. "I was supposed to join the rehabilitation before our marriage, but you know with Andrew coming along, I couldn't just leave." He took my hands in his and squeezed. "I need to do this for me, and for us."

     A tear unknowingly trickled down my face which he wiped with his thumb. "I thought you were fine now."

   He shook his head. "I was never fine, Alana. I will never be. I didn't think I deserved you or this life I have right now. To be honest, it feels like a dream and I don't want to screw up. And in order for me to not screw up, I have to make the right decisions."

   I didn't say anything. As much as I wanted him to get help, the thought of living apart scared me.  

  "Please tell me you understand, sweetheart. I'm doing this for us, for our children because you deserve a stable, normal husband and they deserve a good father."

   "I wouldn't ask for a better father for my children."

   "You're making me blush." He chuckled. "I promise you will be fine. We will meet every month. We can Skype every single day, it will almost be like I'm here with you."

    "I understand." I smiled and wrapped my arms around him. Six goddamn months, how was I supposed to live through it?

   Just then a picture that had been stuck on the refrigerator sank towards the floor like a feather. His eyes caught the object as he lowered himself to get the picture. His hands that were skimming my bare skin loosened as he inspected the picture with a curious, skeptical look.

Rowan showed me the picture, "Is this you?"

  "I was cleaning all the junk boxes I brought from my dad's home last weekend. Minnie and I were just going through the old picture albums; she wanted to see how I looked when I was five." I continued, "She's the one who stuck it on the refrigerator."

Rowan hadn't taken his eyes away from the picture. I glanced at the mini version of myself, I stood facing the camera, wearing a blue sailor dress. Some kind of function in school that I vaguely remembered.

"Do you remember being lost in a shopping mall gaming parlor?"

That question took me by surprise. "I was told by both my parents that I was a rotten kid who got lost on more than a few occasions. Not that I remember, why?"

    His grin widened. "I met a little girl when I was in high school, she was lost and my instincts tell me it was probably you." He stared at me for a long minute, running his knuckles over my jaw, "And my instincts never lie. What are the chances?"

    Had destiny really brought us together?

    "This needs some investigation done. We'll find out soon." He stuck the picture back on the refrigerator with the rest of the pictures. Family pictures and Minnie's art work. How can I forget Drew's modern art masterpieces? Those which did not include more than a few circles and jagged lines.

   "For now, I'd like to find out how loud you moan when I do you on the kitchen counter."

    "The children." I reminded him.

    "I'm positive Minnie and Drew will sleep through a natural calamity, besides don't you think they would like another brother or a sister?"

    I laughed. "You're kidding, right?" I knew he was only teasing me.

    He'd shut me up by claiming my lips once and for all. Tasting, teasing and tantalizing slowly which coursed a ferocious desire burning like a flame inside me. He positioned me onto the kitchen counter, and I interlocked my thighs around his midsection as Rowan buried his face in the hollow of my neck, and whispered, "I love you, believe it or not baby, you saved my life more times than I could count. You make me complete."

I felt my heart soar. "I love you too, so much you can't imagine."

He pulled my mouth down to his in another kiss. A loud wail coming from the children's bedroom sliced through our make out session.

"Drew!" I pushed Rowan ever so slightly as I hopped off the counter. "He's probably hungry."

"My son has perfect timing. You sure you didn't read Rosemary's baby or The Omen while you were pregnant?" he cracked.

  "I watched The Problem Child." I teased him back. 

 

~THE BEGINNING ~

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