I had seen her beauty and allure then slowly and steadily I had fallen for her head over heels in love.
I'd gotten her to see her worth and that as my wife, there wasn't much she couldn't do or have. It was obvious that she'd been taught etiquette somewhere, and all the right manners to fit into polite society. I didn't get the feeling that she came from a poor background, which at the time hadn't mattered to me. All I cared about when we first met was making her mine completely.
Maybe I was a fool for accepting her every word for believing her when she said that she had no family to speak of. I'd come to the conclusion from the things she'd said that her life had changed drastically after her dad died. In my mind, I'd blamed that for the reason for her reserved and scared cat attitude. Though she never said how her dad died exactly, she'd given away enough for me to decipher that he'd taken his own life.
I can only imagine how something like that would affect a young child and how, without the proper care, those feelings could linger in one so young. I was even more convinced of it when she started to change under my care and affection. I fell in love all over again with the new, more confident her. Not that I didn't already love her quiet, shy reserve. But a self-confident Diana just shone.
So what happened in the near two years since she left me? What could've sent her scurrying back into her shell for cover?
I had nothing to go on, which meant there was no way for me to answer that question, so I chose to put it aside for now. I followed her into the nursery to continue torturing her and walked myself right into a trap.
I came up short in the doorway at the sight of her sitting in the rocker feeding one of my son. There was a turbulence of emotions running rampant in my chest at once. Awe at the beautiful sight of mother and child in such an intimate setting, a kind of warmth that I was here to see it, quickly followed by disdain because I'd missed so much of this. None of that overshadowed the instant hard-on I got just standing there watching her, though.
It wasn't the first time my body has responded to her since she came back, but it was the strongest. I hate this shit, hate that she can still make me feel…anything. Still make me want her even though I hate her more than I've ever hated anyone or anything before.