One Last 23

Chapter 23
Irene’s POV:
I didn’t know there was something left in my chest anymore. I thought I would no longer be able to feel anymore, yet, here I was, so carly at dawn just laying on
my side while studying Damien’s face.
I was enamored by his sheer beauty. But that wasn’t what kept me awake at dawn, knowing when I go back to my rational self, I would regret my second wedding night like I had regretted the first one. With the same man.
So, all of that wasn’t my reason for watching Damien intently. I was only trying to figure out how he was able to charm me. Last night felt like an enchantment that had entangled my soul in a tight grip.
It seems as though something extraordinary occurred. I was not in the right state of my mind.
Because there is absolutely no way I would allow Damien to fuck me so good and I’d enjoy and even still left me wanting
more.
This was bad. So I had to keep staring at his innocent face. He was peacefully sleeping, while I was up, tackling the burgeoning storm inside of me.
Damien’s beauty, however, was distracting. And I fought so hard to be tempted into dragging these crazy desires any longer only to be waking up suddenly from an early morning wet lucid dream.
“Perfect timing!” Damien announced as he pushed open the door to the room, walking in with a radiant smile and a fresh look.
He had balanced a filled mug on a small rectangular wooden tray as he walked further into the room.
“Good morning,” he beamed as he reached the bed. I was still trying to recover from the nasty dream I just woke up from.
And now, I had to face Damien in my nudeness after the things we did last night as if we were truly a wedded couple.
“Have this sweet coffee, then you can freshen up because I have a surprise waiting for you downstairs,” he said and handed me the mug.
But the first thing I quickly did was pull up the blanket to cover my open chest. That was the first thing that my brain could conjure.
“Thanks. Good morning,” I mumbled and accepted the mug from him. However, the smile on his face was unwavering.
It made me feel unsettled as I couldn’t fight off the thoughts that I was beginning to creep into my mind.
Surprise! I hated it. I despised it to the depth of my bone marrow.
And this was all because it was at the birthday party surprise I planned for him five years ago that everything ended, getting the shock of my life while cradling a secret in my belly.
Taking a sip of the coffee, it felt warm traveling down my throat and it was beginning to awaken me more.
“What surprise?” I asked, taking another sip to calm my flaring nerves. I didn’t need Damien acting more caring than he already was.
“It’s something that will bring a smile to your face. Just wash up first. I’ll wait for you downstairs,” he said and gave me a forehead peck before leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Damien was acting as if everything was normal when it wasn’t. Because no, we weren’t supposed to have sex. And I wasn’t supposed to be allowing him to take care of me, especially in such a sweet and warm manner.
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But with the curiosity of the surprise swirling within me, I hurriedly finished my coffee and dashed to the bathroom, stripping my clothes and washing up instantly.
I wonder what the surprise could be.
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Once I got dressed into one of his big shirts and boxers, I left the room and headed downstairs, hoping it was truly a surprise that would bring a smile to my face.
Getting midway down the stairs, I began hearing voices that sounded so familiar. I rushed towards the living room as my heartbeats increased, pounding hard against my rib cage.
“Charlie!” I called out loud with open arms as I raced
Damien had surprised me in such a thoughtful way.
him.
“Mummy!” Charlie called, running towards me. I stopped in my tracks and squatted with my arms still wide open for him.
Soon, he reached me and I engulfed him tightly in a hug as I swayed him from side to side.
Just one night, I didn’t know I had missed my baby so much. We hugged for a bit before pulling apart as he was giggling cutely.
“My superhero said we are going to eat breakfast together like one big family,” Charlie informed me as I pecked him and picked him up in my hands.
“Really?” I asked, smiling so much from seeing my little sunshine.
“Yes mummy, my superhero is the best,” Charlie replied and I caught Damien smiling from where he was seated.
“Good morning, Irene love,” Delores waved at me, smiling as well. There was already a full feast splayed out on the table for the four of us.
“Good morning, darling.” I walked to her and shared a brief hug with her. “Thank you for taking care of him,” I said to her and she shot me a quick glare that made me giggle and retreat away from her.
“Allow me to at least be grateful,” I told her as I was about to take a seat with Charlie still in my arms.
“Sure. But I hope you know that you and Charlie are never a bother. You are family.” Delores with her ever-thick Spanish accent, said to me with a soft expression.
“You are the sweetest.” I grinned at her.
“Irene, please sit here,” Damien said, pointing at the chair beside him. He wanted us to sit close to each other. And before I could say no, my son intercepted.
“Yes, I want to sit beside my superhero,” Charlie wiggled in my arms cutely, so I obliged to his request without complaint.
“Who prepared this yummy feast? It smells so good,” I asked as I settled on the chair beside Damien and Charlie hurriedly hopped onto his lap.
Maybe truly blood is thicker than water.
“It was Damien. He only called us to join you guys for breakfast,” Delores answered and my mouth opened in surprise. I couldn’t believe Damien did all of this.
Why?
Did I sleep so much and so deep?
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Why would he go through all of this? Was there an underlying intention or it’s all genuine?
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I found it hard to wrap iny head around it. He was being extremely sweet this morning and I’m not sure my heart can’t take
it.
“I just wanted to do something sweet for our first morning together,” he said, watching my expression.
“But why go through all this cooking stress?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“Because for you, Irene, I would do anything.” And my heart began to beat uncontrollably.
Just damn it.