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“Where are you staying? She can stay with us, right?” I ask my husband.
“Of course,” he says without hesitation.
“That won’t be necessary,” Lawrence says, taking Luciana’s hand.
“Oh. Oh,” I say again as it dawns on me that they are together. I’ve never seen my aunt with a man before. She smiles brightly and I can’t remember the last time I saw her looking so happy.
Everyone deserves to be happy. I am so glad I am. Meeting Diezal changed my life in more ways than I can say. I love him more than life itself and I know he loves me. Nothing is better than that.
Epilogue
Diezal
Two Months Later
It has been a chaotic two months to say the least. The night after I left Lawrence’s house, my brother and I received a call that it was indeed our sister they had found. To describe what I felt at that time would be impossible. I paced my house, over and over waiting on them to bring her to us. I sat down and then stood back up. I worked out. I made love to my woman and cooked for her, and I even took dinner over to my brother’s because I knew he would be losing his shit as well. If it weren’t for Teresa, I would have lost my mind, waiting, thinking, my mind wondering what she went through and if she is going to remember us.
My brother came over to my house when we got the call, they were an hour out. We heard the tires crunch outside the driveway. We listened as the doors to the car opened and closed. We held our breath as muffled voices got closer and closer. When the doorbell finally went off, we both stood there staring at each other, neither of us moving to answer it. No doubt if Teresa hadn't left the house to give us privacy, she would have had to answer it. The second buzz brought me out of my daze.
Opening the door to my little sister that has been gone from our life so long was a defining moment for me. She was the missing piece. The last piece to put me back together. “Sunshine,” I say, smiling at her, calling her the nickname I gave her when she was little because she was all smiles and brightness. Holding my breath, I wait since I don't know what to expect. She could have Stockholm syndrome. She could be traumatized beyond repair. Hell, she might not even know who we are.
“D?” she asks tentatively, tears falling down her face. I nod my head and open my arms. It isn’t until she throws herself into them, I let out the breath I was holding and thank God. She cries into my chest for a moment before I kiss her head and pull back. Moving to the side, I let her see Axe. “Oh my God. Axel,” she cries again and runs into his arms. That moment changed me and my brother. I won’t go into detail about what she told us and what we learned, she has the right to tell her own story, but I will say, nothing will ever be the same.
Now, Here we are sitting at my parents’ home, sans Chassie, having dinner with them. I went back and forth about how much I was going to tell them, but they at least have a right to know she is alive. “Mother. Father. Axel and I have something to tell you.” I start.
“Well, I cannot imagine what else you would need to shock us with after telling us you married a nobody and are having twins. At least your brother married someone in his circle,” my mother says, sipping her wine. I slam my hand down on the table, pissed at her insults and done with this bullshit.
“You know what, I was going to tell you we found our sister. Yeah, that’s right. Do you remember her? The daughter you tried to make us forget, but you know what… she is better off without you in her life. Let’s go baby.” I hold my hand out for Teresa and watch as Axel grabs Saffron, and we walk out. I can’t speak for my brother, but I want nothing to do with them and want them nowhere near my children.
Two More Months Later
Well, today is the day. My love is almost eight months pregnant and with the twins you can imagine how big she is… in the best way possible. Today, her and Saffron are having a double baby shower. What she doesn’t know is that I have also made it a wedding. One like what she should have had. I enlisted the help of Migan Jorgensen and the Crawford’s for help with decorations and her dress. “Babe you are awfully dressed up for a baby shower,” she says walking into the room in the white dress I had Migan make for her. She is wearing the dress, but she was told it was just a fancy version of a sundress. God, she looks like a ripe, glowing angel.
