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I stood stunned, and my heart raced in my chest as I stared ahead.
My eyes deceived me as I watched the man stand. His magic moved across the ground, wanting to go home, and he turned to face me.
The lump in my throat threatened to choke me as I saw his face, exactly as I remembered him. “Dad?”
I choked out, taking a step toward him in disbelief. He staggers backa step ash e sucks in a breath as the shadows touch him, bleeding his power and life back into him.
His lips quivered, and his lips parted. ” Kye,” he stammered. His voice made my heart jolt, and I stumbled forward. How I longed for his soothing voice, the voice that would read to me each night as he tucked me in bed, the voice that would soothe me when the darkness came for me. My father’s voice, a voice I thought I would never hear beyond my dreams, yet prayed I one day would.
He moved his arm off Ella’s shoulder and staggered forward, and I choked, my body moving before I processed the thought too. My body crashed against the man whose touch I would have given my last breath to feel again. His arms strong as they embraced me, the same as I remembered, warm and promising to make everything better. If time stood still, I could stand in this moment forever. His arms wrapped tightly around me like they did that morning when he loaded me in the car to take me to
Jonah’s.
Clutching me like I was his lifeline, only after his death did I realize he was saying goodbye. I had stared at him strangely, wondering why he didn’t seem to want to let go. And now I understood why, because I couldn’t bear to let him go either now.
“I missed you; I never stopped missing you, son,” he breathed against my neck his fingers in myhair as he held tight while my arms clutched his neck not wanting to let go in case I woke from this dream.
“I love you, I have always loved you, and Iam sorry I left you, but I’m here now, ” he whispered, and all
I could do was nod, praying he would just keep speaking so I could listen to his voice.
“I’m right here, right here, son” he says soothingly. Hearing a sniffle, I open my eyes to see my mates.
Both were crying along with Eziah, and I wondered what they sacrificed. What Kat sacrificed for us.
Dad lets me go, and we turn to face them.
“Come on, kids, let’s go home,” Dad tells them, holding his hand out to Marabella. She takes it, and he tugs her closer, kissing her hair and reaching his hand pased her toward Jonah, who steps forward. He rest his head on dad’s and I let out a breath seeing dad so accepting of Jonah like he always knew it would come to this, and Jonah was just another of his children like I was Andrei’s and Sages.
“I hear. I’m going to be grandpa,” he chuckles tapping Jonah’s face dotingly before he turns to me and chucks his arm over my shoulder, he kisses my temple and we make our way back toward the trail leading to the manor.
I glance back over my shoulder at Eziah; he nods to me, wiping a stray tear. “By setting him free, he set her free. He is one less skeleton she has to live with,” Eziah says, no animosity in his voice and I swallow.
I peer over at Mara tucked under my father’s arm her arm behind his back as he fingertip brushed against me, he other hand holding Jonah’s. “Did either of your fathers claim Pops yet? I feel too young to be called grandpa, maybe Papa or pappy?” He muses.
“Oh and names, can I help I like picking names,” “As long as it isn’t Daddy Dom,” Mara says, shooting her brother a look. I look at him and raise an eyebrow. “Dude, don’t look at me like that; I kissed your father. I’m his Daddy Dom now,” Eziah laughs.
“And I must say he is a terrible kisser, have you heard of lip palm? I have been dead 18 years, and my lips weren’t even that dry,” Dad says and I laugh at their banter. How everthing seemed so normal.
When we emerged into the fields around the manor, my father stopped in his tracks and gazed ahead.
He peered up at the manor. “Home Sweet Home!” He whispers giving my shoulder a squeeze.
I looked at the manor for the first time since he left, and I felt it actually was. This place hadn’t been home in so long, but looking at it now, I knew it would be home again. My family was complete, Kaif was free, the curse was lifted, and the one person that made this place home had finally returned. Yes, home, I thought. Let’s go Home.
Marabella POV
A month and a half Later. “No. I’m telling you it goes there,” Dominic argued with my father Mateo.
“Then what is this piece for? You have it upside down,” he replies holding the piece of wood. They both looked at my other father holding the instructions while I rocked in the chair rubbing my huge round belly, I looked like a beach ball. :
“I say, just screw it together, get some hex screws and duct tape,” Andrei says and they all look at him as he holds the drill. :
“And that is exactly why you pass the tools,” mum tells him. She plucks the instruction’s out of dad’s hands and turns them the right way up, clicking her tongue.
“Out of all of you, you have half a brain cell between the lot of ya,” scolds my mother. :
“Yeah leave it to the assembly Queen,” Sage says, pointing to herself and plucking the drill from Uncle
Andrei’s hand. ?
“Fine. We will start on the chest of draws,” Dominic says, turning to the other assembly kit.
“No,” mum, Sage and I say in unison, all of them look at us, like they were scolded children. I press my lips ina line at their hurt faces.
“We want to help,” my father Ezra says looking hurt.
“You’re a little rusty on the tools, probably safest you,” she glances around the nursery, her eyes falling on the washing basket of washed baby clothes.
“You can all help by folding and hanging,” she offers. They mutter between themselves before agreeing and making their way over to the huge basket of everything I washed from the baby shower.
Sage lets out a breath watching Andrei and shaking her head as Andrei holds up a tiny little onesie.
Both my fathers rummaged through the little coat hangers while Dominic wandered off before returning with an ironing board and iron. He sets it up by the window and grabs a little shirt setting the clothes out while mum and Sage start putting the crib together. ¡ª
I watched rubbing my growing bump. Not long now, I smiled to myself when Jonah wandered in with an iced tea. I sit up and smile as he looks around the room at all our family. He raises an eyebrow when he notices his father being scolded by Dominic about ironing etiquette.
“Why does it need to be ironed? The kid won’t care about creases,” Andrei whined. Dominic clicked his tongue and his eyes went wide as he looked over at my father folding some clothes and setting them on the shelves inside of the huge wardrobe.
“No, you must color coordinate them.
What is wrong with you?” Dominic scolds, pushing inside with them and rearranging the baby shirts on one of the shelves. 7
“What shit are you dribbling now? They are color coordinated, everything is blue,” My father Ezra retorts pointing at the shelves. :
“This is light blue, that dark blue, and this is more of a teal than blue,” Dominic says, holding them up to show him. My father shakes his head. ?
“Now we know where Kyan gets it from,” Jonah says nudging me with his elbow. We stared at our fathers arguing shades of blue and the how it should be arranged in the walk in wardrobe.
“Ah, perfect,” Andrei says, holding up the tiny shirt he had just ironed and examining his handy work. I watch the iron start smoking on the ironing board and Sage sniffs the air turning her head to look at him as the iron burns a hole through the cover on the ironing board. He gasps while picking it up. Looking around frantically. I shake my head and laugh as Dominic steps out and Andrei quickly throws the shirt he had ironed over the burn mark to hide it from him.
“Ah, see, no creases,” Dominic says looking at the little ironed shirt before turning back the basket to retrieve another and he hands it to Andrei, who looks relieved he didn’t notice the charred fabric beneath the shirt he just ironed. I sip my tea while trying not to laugh as the four huge men argue over the nursery set up. All of them bickering. :
Mum and Sage put the crib together in record time and the chest of drawers while they were still arguing over the clothes. Mum clicks her tongue and shakes her head, Sage laughs and rolls her eyes as they bickered over the stupidest shit.
“Where is Kyan?” I asked Jonah and he leans down pecking my lips and rubbing his hand over my belly. “Baby proofing the damn manor because apparently the baby is coming out 18, walking and with a job,” he laughs. I giggle, and rest my head back on the headrest and rest my eyes. Kora yawns in my head tiredly. I must have drifted off because I woke to hands scooping me off the reclining rocker.
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