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Chapter One
Sven
Done! That’s it. I’m done. I have tried to be patient. Then, I did the ‘thing’ of being understanding. When that didn’t work, I gave her a little space to come around. What has any of it gotten me? Nothing.
Don’t get me wrong, the nights when she is in my bed screaming my name over and over, while telling me I own her and admitting she loves me are great. They are great in the fact that I am more than sure she means what she says. But, by dawn she is back to running from me.
I get it and understand her reasonings. She went from being in her parent’s house, then married to a fucking douche who kept her in a gilded cage, and then here. She is feeling and spreading her wings as they flap for the first time, and she wants to test them out.
I don’t want to stifle her flight. But I would like to be the engine that propels her to extraordinary heights. Then making sure that when her landing gear engages, she lands perfectly in my arms. Apparently for that reason, I am a caveman. Well, fuck it then. Since she wants to call me one, I think it’s about time I start acting like it.
In my line of business as a jeweler, Torran and I meet and deal with all types of people. Some are legit and others, not so much. What they do is not my business.
However, I can’t help it if sometimes they want or need things done…say…quietly and under the table. Nothing illegal, mind you. My brother and I would never do anything like that. But maybe they are buying for a woman who is not their wife and want to have no paper trail. They in turn, lay a card of debt on the table. It is basically giving Torran and I debt of gratitude to be paid back however we choose. We have never taken any of them up on their offer. Especially for something where we are helping them buy for a mistress. We don’t condone those kinds of things.
As of right now, I am beyond this shit. I need to get Cymion’s stubborn ass away from everyone and everything, so she can focus on us. And she better believe there is a God damn us. It doesn’t matter to me how much she fights it. There are too many distractions here. Too many people for her to run to and places for her to go. I am done with all that shit.
I often walk home from work at night, giving myself a chance to think. I think about everything. My family. If I am doing what I want to be doing with my life. How I am going to convince her to spend the rest of her life with me. I even had a few thoughts about kids. How cool it would be to have one of each. How great of a dad I would be because I had the best dad.
Then, on one of those walks, I ran into a little girl and her mom walking down the same sidewalk as me. My first instinct when I looked at her was to pick her up. I didn’t of course, but that is how much like Cymion she looked. Like she could be our daughter. I was so enamored with her angelic beauty, that I knelt down beside her mother and spoke to her.
“Hi pretty angel. My name is Sven. How are you?” she blushes and hides her face in her chin. “It’s ok. You don’t have to speak to me. I know I’m a stranger. I just had to say hello to the beautiful angel that looks just like what I imagine my own little girl to look like.” I make to get up when she whispers.
“Thank you for calling me pretty. I’m 4.” She holds up four fingers. Could she be any cuter?
“Oh, my goodness. Four. You’re practically a grown-up.” I say smiling at her.
“I know. My mom said I will be starting Kindergarten in the fall. I can even put on my own shoes.” And she keeps getting cuter.
“What’s your name? If you don’t want to tell me, its ok. I understand.”
“Amy. My name is Amy Bridegroom. This is my mom Tess.” She sticks her little hand out for me to shake and me, a grown ass man, almost drops a tear at how sweet she is.
“Well, it is a pleasure to meet you Amy. And your mom Tess. I hope to see you around again sweetie.” I stand and shake her mom’s hand and walk away. I have visions of kids on my mind that whole day. Trying so hard to erase the one of Cymion holding a little girl, that looks just like that.
