Chapter Two
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Dewi
Ffion.
She had called my daughter Ffion. The news travelled from my ears and speared my heart. Searching her face I struggled to find the right words to say without showing how much her words effected me.
Already I had been silent too long and she was starting to feel uncomfortable again. I didn’t need to read her mind to know it either. Her body language gave her away , even though she tried to hide it.
This Ami , reminded me so much of the woman I had first met. Poised, professional but there was an uncertainty to her eyes now. Whether that was because she was unsure of me or something else I didn’t know.
But she had named my daughter Ffion. The name I had chosen. Why? Did some part of her remember?
Please god , let her remember.
Finally I found my voice. “A beautiful name, it means fox glove in welsh.”
Her eyes widened. “Does it?”
“It sure does, do you have welsh ties Am…”I paused. I had almost called her Amelia. But that wasn’t her name anymore. She was just plain Ami now.
She wasn’t my little witch.
She wasn’t mine.
“No, not at all.” She smiled and for the first time since she had stepped out of the lift her smile was genuine. Talking about our child lit her whole face up. She glowed. “I actually dreamt it one night and it just kind of stuck in my head.” There was a blush rising in her cheeks as if she was embarrassed to admit such a positive detail to me.
“Do you have a photo?” I had seen snippets of my daughter from the Twins and their mate Hannah but I wanted… no I needed to see them from her.
“Of course.” She passed over her phone without hesitation , only frowning as my fingers brushed against hers. And for a second I forgot to breath.
Did she feel it?
The electricity that sparked between us? My dragon roared into my eyes and her lips parted.
“Are you ok?” I took the phone from her trembling fingers, but my eyes didn’t look down. They trained on her face.
“For a second your eyes seemed to change colour.” She gave an uncertain smile, shaking her head as if she was being silly when in truth for a split second my eyes had changed. From brown to the bright flaming crimson she used to adore. The same colour as her blouse.
Red dragon red.
“Sometimes the light catches them wrong, maybe they reflected the colour of your shirt.” I tore my eyes away from her face, no good would come from staring at her and freaking her out even more than I already had.
Amelia, my little witch was in the picture. Her dark hair tousled as if by the wind , she had a hint of sun burn to her cheeks and was wearing a flowered dress. She looked beautiful, at ease and happy.
So happy.
There was an easy smile on her face as she gazed down at the baby on her lap.
My daughter.
Rosy cheeks as she reached for her mother with chubby arms. She had a curl to her dark hair and my eyes.
Our eyes were identical.
A miniature of her mother in every way but with my eyes.
Dragon eyes.
There was no doubt my daughter would be able to shift when she was old enough.
The love on that picture gutted me. “She is as beautiful as her mother.” I passed the phone back. I couldn’t ask for a copy she would just think I was a crazy person and I
Couldn’t keep staring at it as if it was my whole world either.
She gave a small laugh. “You are very kind Dewi. But I have a fair way to go before…” she trailed off.
Sure she had gained some weight but she looked perfect. Womanly, softer. Being a mother suited her.
And after a year I wanted her. I craved her touch.
It was pure torture being so close and not being able to kiss her.
“And her dad? Does he adore her?” I had kept a pretty close eye on her but I needed to hear it from her glossy mouth. Was she seeing someone new? Would my daughter grow up calling someone else daddy? The thought raged through me. Jealousy and anger.
“No, no. Her Dad isn’t in the picture at all.” She suddenly paused and her eyes went glassy.
“Ami, are you ok?” I was around my desk in a second, my hands on her arms as she swayed in her seat. I could hear her heart thundering against her ribs. Fast and uneven as if she was having a panic attack.
“I…”
I delved into her mind , I knew I shouldn’t but I needed to know what was freaking her out so bad.
It was me.
Disjointed images of me, on top of her, pinning her arms above her head as I kissed her.
I remembered that morning. I remembered the way the sunlight fell through a gap in the drapes and fell across her face and breasts. I remembered her reaching down to bring my lips to hers from where I had been kissing her breasts. She had said she loved me.
She pushed me out of her mind without even realising she was doing it. Even now she was powerful she just didn’t know it anymore.
She sucked in a breath. “Oh my god I am sorry, I don’t usually almost faint on the job I
Promise. I must be a little hungry or something.” She seemed to pull herself together, her professional smile sliding back into place.
“You are ok now? Or would you like me to drop you home?” She was looking pale, too pale.
“I…”
“Let’s get you home. We can discuss the arrangements tomorrow over dinner.” I took her elbow pulling her to her feet and for a second against my body. I didn’t give her the chance to say no to my dinner invitation.
She remembered parts of our lives together even if she didn’t realise.
And I was done waiting.
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