Second sidenote: Lee is bringing me the gift you left. Whatever it is, I’m sure it will become something precious to me.
Also, plot twist…Dagr’s father, Ulf, might be Helen’s first-born son! I know. The shock of it all. Mom told Dagr that if it was true, she knew you would have loved him as much as your own children. I know she’s right.
Do you think the world could seriously be that small? Blair, Mags, and Gray keep teasing me about dating someone from “the family.” Too bad it’s probably true.
Which brings me to the second thing I need to tell you.
I’m hesitating because I don’t want to think it, let alone say it, but here goes.
I’m going to take a break from writing to you. Even to tell you Ulf’s DNA results. It’s not that I don’t want you to know, it’s just that I know youalreadyknow.
These letters were all about me. I do know that. They were allforme.
They were to help me accept your loss. Come to terms with your passing. To drive home the fact that you aren’t here anymore, and you never will be again. And I guess they did do that.
I don’t wish you back. I no longer pray that when I wake up, your horrible helicopter crash will have been only a nightmare.
Life happened. I hate that it did. But you’re nothing but a pragmatic man. You would be so pissed if I kept using these letters instead of fully living in the present.
Which is a world where you no longer exist. You’ll always exist in my heart, in the very being of my soul.
I will never forget you. I will never forget your face, your hugs, and especially your love.
I will think of you always and look forward to seeing you again.
Watch me live my life, Dad, and be proud of me.
Your beloved and most devoted daughter-
Bébhinn
Putting her pen down, Bébhinn sat for a moment and felt the quiet wrap around her. She felt good, less burdened, and despite the shocking revelations of the day, very hopeful.
Standing, she gave the closed journal one final caress before moving toward the en suite bathroom, shedding her clothes as she went. She slipped in unnoticed since Dagr leaned against the warm stone wall inside the steaming shower. Hot water cascaded over every muscle and ridge of his body, making her mouth water, thinking about following the droplets with her tongue.
His eyes snapped open when she pushed the glass door in and stepped into the steam. “I thought I might join you.” His flaccid sex began filling the closer she came, until she stood before him, blocking some of the soft spray. The heat felt amazing on her back.
He wrapped his hands around her arms and pulled her close, diminishing any space between their bodies. “I was just thinking of you. Of today.” He kissed her softly as he slid his arms around her back and lifted her to stand on a raised shelf, which made them almost the same height. “I’m sorry you had to go through something like that.”
“It’s sad to think that a person I barely knew was able to walk around and talk, go hiking and hold a job, but live in an alternate reality of their own delusions,” she said quietly before trailing her tongue up the side of his neck. His moan made her smile. “You’re mine, you know.”
“I know, thank fuck,” he growled, “and you’re mine.”
She ran one of her hands up and over his chest until she could clasp the back of his neck, tugging until he kissed her again, this time taking it deeper. Breaking the kiss after a moment, she leaned far enough back to slide her other hand between them to wrap her fingers around his thickened shaft, slowly pumping up and down.
“Christ,” he hissed, his almost clear eyes watching her work him over with an intensity that left her panting.
Though he was enthralled with the show, his hands were busy slipping over her slick skin, pinching her nipples until she whimpered, running over her sides and stomach, to her back, and massaging her ass.
Her rhythm faltered when he slipped his fingers between her thighs, caressing her everywhere but where she needed it.
“Dagr,” she pleaded, rotating her hips in the hopes of making him touch her.
“What do you need, baby?” She was glad to hear how hoarse he sounded and feel that his hips weren’t immobile either.
“Stop teasing me,” she growled.
He chuckled but complied, pressing two fingers deep inside her, keeping the same excruciatingly slow pace that she’d been subjecting him to.
