I knew very well what he was seeing. The blue - black hair full of wild curls, and those
golden brown eyes that mirrored his to perfection. His eyes flicked to me in cold anger for just a brief second but I felt that look in my soul. It hurt, oh how it hurt. Thankfully it didn't last long as he returned his gaze to our babies who's never met a stranger and were already smiling up at this new person.
Calen squatted inside the car door and looked at his sons with something approaching awe on his face. "Hello little ones , I'm your daddy." His voice seemed to choke on the last word and I felt ashamed of what I'd done, what I'd robbed him of.
Then he got to his feet and unsnapped the straps holding my boys in his protective seat and I jumped out of the car on the other side. "Please…" My voice was a tinny whisper but he heard. The look he threw me over the top of the car which I was clinging to since I could no longer feel my feet should be labeled a lethal weapon.
"I'm taking my sons inside, you can come if you want it's up to you." My eyes fell to the tic in his jaw and I got to see what I'd not seen the day I walked out on him without a word. Hate, murderous barely concealed hate.as I followed them inside. He'd changed everything. I felt the painful jolt in my heart as the severity of what that meant sank in. This is the home he'd bought for me, just for me. Though we shared it, it was everything I ever wanted in a home, every little girl's dream, mine anyways, down to the turrets and miles and miles of glass chandeliers that had always reflected the afternoon sun.