My baby daddy (baby daddy series #1) {COMPLETED}

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE | MOVING ON

Wendy POV

A few days have passed since my disturbed meeting with Jake and I was numb. Cold. Empty. A void had been born inside of me and nothing I did could fill it. For the first time in a long time, I truly felt all alone. Jaxon and Adrian had made all the effort to support me. But the one who really had taken a big step forward was Damien himself. He came here every day after work with food for the both of us. He helped me clean my apartment. Threw out the trash for me. Listened to me when I needed to talk... He and the other two had done everything for me and yet, I feel alone. I don't know if it is connected to me feeling like I did for Damien. The more time passes, the more I understand that the feelings I have for Damien are for real and not a simple crush that I had first thought. He means a lot to me. I'm fully and completely beginning to fall in love with him and that scared the living s**t out of me. With all the drama around me, it wouldn't be right of me to drag him into it. He have the oppurtunity to start dating and find that special someone for real now when he knows that Laura is going to disappear from his life. I can't hold him back for selfish reasons. I really like him yes, no questions about it. But above all, he is first of all my friend. His happiness is what's important. And if my heart needs to be broken to watch him ride into the sunset with his soul mate, then so be it. 

I was sitting in my living room with the work laptop in my lap. Damien had decided that until I could move without pain, I was going to work from home. I didn't mind one bit. It was incredibly hard to focus, knowing that my babies were away from me. My phone made a 'ding' noise from the kitchen. With tired legs, I get up and move to the phone. I choke on my breath when I read the text message.

'Oh, little Wendy, just wait. I'm far from done with you. Those are my kids no matter what a damn piece of paper says. I'll be back soon to get you all four. I love you, I'll see you soon!''

Tears are beginning to rise in my eyes when I read the words over and over. It's not a listed number, but I only know of one person who would send this. My breathiung is erratic when I dial Damien's number. He answers on the second ring.

"Hi! I was just on my way over there, did you ne-"

"He texted me."

"Who?"

"Jake."

A silence spreads before I can hear a 'click', he hung up on me. I look dumbstruck at the phone before I start to sob like a little girl. Not even Damien can take all of this anymore. I'm drowning and there's nobody there to save me. I slide down the wall and when my butt touches the floor, I break down completely. All I can do is lie there in the rubble that once was my life. Every memory I have with Jake circulates in my head. Every blow and threat I received. All the times he had enough, took his fists and punched. Every drop of blood I've lost because of him. The scars that never ever will disappear, difine how my life had become my own private hell on earth. 

A hard knock on my door makes me rise instinctively. I pick up a table lamp, ready to swing it if I need to. Unfortunately, I have no loophole in my door, hence my 'weapon'. I throw my door opened with the lamp high above my head. I stopped two inches from Damien's sweaty face. He looks at me with big eyes, clearly confused. 

"What the hell, Wendy?" he asks and puts his arms around me.

"I thought it was him." I sobbed into his shoulder. My whole body is shaking and my eyes are drained with salty tears that doesn't seem to stop. I'm hyperventilating. Damien is talking to me but I can't distinguish a single word he says. He's shaking me, but I can't focus on what he says. He looks as panicked as I feel. In the end, he pushes his lips to mine. I put all the sadness, pain, fear and passion in that kiss. Our tongues dance with each other and his hands are at my hips that hold me in place. He's pulling away, but I'm fast pulling him back towards me closer than he was before. I wasn't done with him, not by a long shot. My hands are entangled with his hair and he grumbles by the sensation. My hand found its way down to his crotch. I can feel his throbbing member inside. He's hard and I'm the reason for that. With bald fingers, I try to open his belt with one hand as he gently pushes me away. He gives me a painful look and breathes heavily. He didn't want to stop, and yet he did.

"Not right now. Not like this. You're obviously upset and I don't want to use this situation to have s*x with you. I want you to be happy and remember our first time together as a good thing. Not something you did in the spur of the moment because you felt broken inside."

His words felt like a slap to the face. I was now aware of what I had done and I wasn't far away from using his body just because I felt like I did. He was right, what I did was wrong.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened." I said and rubbed my face. He smiled, took my hand and led me to the couch. He walked out into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of water for me. I unscrew the cork and took a couple of sips. I look at the bottle, suddenly afraid to meet his searching gaze.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

I gave him my phone and showed the text I got earlier. His hands gripped the phone with such rage and disgust that I seriously was worried that I would have to buy a new phone. He takes out his own phone and take a picture of the message. He quickly writes something on his phone and puts his phone back in his pocket. He crouches in front of me and looks deep into my eyes.

"We're going to keep you safe, okay?"

I sniffed and nodded my head slowly. 

"Who are 'we' exactly?"

"The less you know, the better." he said and gave me a smile that did not reach his eyes. He was acting suspicious. I don't have time to think about it, because he's interrupting my thoughts.

"Do you want to go to your boys?"

My mood goes up in the skies by the thought of being with them again. I'm be there at least once a day. Many times it feels like it's not enough. Adrian had yelled at me because I felt bad. He said I can't be there all the time, that my life can't stop just because I can't do anything about the situation. Of course he was right. That didn't change my bad conscience though. 

He rised and walked to the door. I grabbed my purse and coat before walking out. 

*

The sight of my sons when they lie there in their incubators sleeping, made my heart double in size. They have been so strong all along and have fought at least as much as I have done to survive. They are my warriors and I love them with all my heart. My hand lies against the glass of the incubator Noah lies in. He little hand twitches every now and then. 'What are you dreaming about baby?'.

"They really are beautiful." Damien said with a big smile on his face. I always wonder what that look means. He always gets it when he's near my boys. 

"That they are." I answer with a smile of my own. My hand finds his and he looks at me, I ignore that and continue to watch my boy. He squeezes my hand back at I can see him smile even bigger than before. The feeling of being here with him gives me an inner calm. Almost like we were meant to meet at that restaurant. As if fate had decided that we needed each other before we even knew that the other one existed. A beautiful thought. That there is someone for everyone out there, but only a few manage to find their broken soul that fits perfectly with your own to share the life with.

"When all of this is over, I'm going to tell you two truths about me and my life. Prepare for that..."

In that moment, nothing else mattered than him being there with me. I breath out a sigh of content before leaning on his shoulder. Everything's going to be okay. 

Damien POV

That call she made to me almost made me drive off the road. She sounded... God... The devastated and broken voice she had can't even be described. I didn't think at all that she could have misunderstood when I hung up on the phone. My only thought was that I had to speed up and focus so as not to kill anyone. That's why I was incredibly surprised when she almost swung a table lamp in my head. We visited our boys again. They have gradually grown and become stronger. I can't even start telling you how proud I am of them. There were a couple of days thinking that I might never have the chance to teach them becoming men, appeared in my head. Now that we had the go-ahead that they were no longer at risk, I could start thinking about the future again. About how to teach them to play football, how to ride a bike, how to shave, how to talk and treat women... Okay, maybe there's a couple of steps in between. Like the tantrums of a toddler, the sudden mood swings of a teenager, the wedding of my future daughter, grandchildren... The list is long over all that I want to experience and it is only now I realize that I will be able to do it. Even though it's not entirely safe. It all depends on how Wendy reacts when I tell the truth that I am her child's father and the truth about how my life actually is. So far, I've managed to hold her off, but it's only a matter of time before she's sucked in to this s**t also. She deserves so much better than what I can give her. Sure, I can give her all the material things she ever popul of, the same as regards the children. I wish I could promise her that they would forever be safe, that nothing would ever happen to them... The problem was, I'm lying if I promise, I'm breaking a promise. The fact remains, she deserves to know. If I tell her the truth and she chooses to stay, then at least she has a choice to leave me behind. Then she has entered the situation with facts and made a decision. At the present time, she is indented without knowing about anything. She doesn't know who I am or what I do, what life I live. What I've had to do to get where I am today. 

With a deep breath I say;

"When all of this is over, I'm going to tell you two truths about me and my life. Prepare for that..."

She doesn't say anything about it. Instead, she leans on my shoulder and sighs, happy. I must tell her... Not only the truth, but also that I love her... That I love her more than breathing, more than shade on a sunny day, more than life itself. She is and will always be my true love, no matter if she leaves me. I'll always be waiting for her...