Resolution (Saviour #2)(110)

EPILOGUE


I arch my back and moan out in complete and utter pleasure as Gabe’s expert tongue goes to work on my highly sensitised clit. He has spent the last half an hour torturing me with his fingers and his tongue, bringing me so close and then bringing me back down.

“Gabe. Please.”

“I know. I know, I got ya baby, I got ya.” He slides his body up mine and finally I get to feel his big beautiful cock inside me. It’s a Sunday afternoon. We had a massive night last night celebrating Ava’s eighteenth birthday, finishing up around ten o’clock this morning, although when we slipped off to bed around noon, there were still bodies everywhere. Luckily we have the room at this house; once I convinced Gabe that there was no way I was raising babies in his beachside bachelor pad we started looking around for a new home. Then it hit me. The home Gabe grew up in was sitting empty, Charlie had left it in his will to all four of his children, none of them had the heart to sell it. Until we made them an offer they couldn’t refuse, we spent three months renovating and modernising and I worked on the interiors of each room right throughout my pregnancy.

Unfortunately our babies arrived unexpectedly almost two months early so we had to move in while it was not yet complete; my pregnancy was okay considering my age and the fact that I was carrying twins. I had spent a total of nine days in and out of the hospital on complete bed rest due to spikes in my blood pressure but the doctors were confident they could get me to full term. As long as I sat around and did as little as possible, which I did, mostly.

After spending a beautiful Sunday afternoon at a local winery, having dinner and celebrating my birthday with all of our friends and family, we received the awful news that Jason had been found dead after a heroin overdose. He had gone to prison for four months for his two assaults on me, when he came out he moved in to Ryder’s old unit, he had the money from his share of the business to live on while he looked for a job but that was soon gone as it became apparent he was back on the drugs. Gabe and I got him into rehab twice more over the next couple of years but each time he relapsed and we hadn’t seen or heard from him in over three months. He was found in a room he was renting in Saint Kilda, it wasn’t an accident, he did it on purpose, leaving an envelope with a birthday card inside it read:



Happy Birthday Little Ren.

This is one that I will make sure you always remember.

Never Forget



YOU ARE MINE



He got his way, I haven’t celebrated a birthday since. It’s taken three years of counselling and a lot of tears to accept that Jason’s choices were his own and not my fault. Gabe, once again was left to pick up the pieces that Jason left me in, he held me and soothed me while I mourned for another man, he looked after our new born babies when I couldn’t getting out of bed, because I was so weighed down over the guilt I felt at Jason’s suicide but eventually his love got me through, he was there, my saviour, once again making us face what life had thrown at us together. We had both agreed to counselling and had both learned to overcome our past demons.

I collapsed at the news of Jason’s death and was rushed to hospital the doctors spent the following two days trying to get my blood pressure under control, Reef Joseph and Ruby Angel Rose Wilde were bought into the world on the twenty sixth of April 2013, at 8:08 and 8:12 am, weighing 3lb 1oz and 2lb 8oz respectively. I missed the entire thing, and the first two days of their lives, thanks to the drug induced haze I was in. Luckily because of their size, they only spent a couple of weeks in the special care baby unit. They are now a happy, healthy, noisy, double bundle of joy; Reef – don’t ask, I let his Dad choose his name, looks like a cherub, with his chubby face and blonde curls, that’s where any resemblance to an angel ends; my son will have to grow up to either be a very fast runner or a very good fighter. Or he will simply have to learn to keep his mouth shut and not have a smart comeback to anything and everything you say to him. And Ruby, ahhh Ruby, where do I begin, my mother reckons I got the daughter I deserved, defiant, strong willed and totally independent, she is scared of no one and is adored by anyone who sets eyes on her, she too has a mass of curls but where her brothers are blonde, Ruby’s are as red as her name, and oh, did I mention she has a temper to match, never did I think that at almost fifty I would be having a daily battle of wills and doing anything to avoid a full on temper tantrum thrown by a three and a half year old, the only person she ever behaves for is her Daddy and that’s because her Daddy never says no to anything, what Ruby wants, Ruby gets where Gabe is concerned. Gabe, my rock, the absolute love of my love, who any second now is going to have me coming like a steam train, something he manages to still do at least once a day. Every single day of the year.

“Ahhh. Oh God Gabe.” I grab hold of the back of his hair, just as an almighty scream reaches our ears from somewhere in the house. We are both up and grabbing at clothes and pulling them on as we run to where the source of the noise is likely to be coming from, Ava’s room.

“Daddy!” Ava screams again.

When we redeveloped, we gave Ava her own space separate from the rest of the house, she has her own bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and rumpus room, which worked out well really as she has lived with us full-time for almost three years now, after the constant arguments with her Mum became too much for the both of them, we all decided it was for the best.