of concern. How can she express she’s in love when she doesn’t know who she’s falling for? A man with two identities means two different sides to him. One he’ll share with the world, and one he’ll only share with her. But which one is better? Which one is trustworthy with my best friend's heart? “What all do you know about him?”
“I know enough,” she says, sending me a side-eyed glare. “I know he excites me, my heart beats faster in my chest whenever I hear his voice. My body shivers in anticipation whenever his arms are wrapped around me. My lips sizzle with heat whenever his connect to mine. And the way he looks at me, it’s as if I’m the reason the world turns on its axis. His smiles are inviting, heart stopping. I’m a giddy teenage girl whenever he pulls up on his motorcycle.”
“Newsflash, Aurora, you are a teenage girl,” I remind her.
“But he treats me like a woman, Bella. Wait until you meet him, you’ll understand once you spend some time with him.”
The blaring music cuts off, bringing me back into present times. “Did ya need something, Bella?” Rogue’s voice comes out raspy, I can tell he’s holding back his tears of sorrow.
“Harmony needs you, Rogue. She’s sitting on her bed rocking herself, not acknowledging the fact that I was in the same room, trying to communicate with her. I think you’ll be the only one who can get through to her.”
Rogue
I was sitting here, listening to Aurora’s favorite tunes when an awareness of no longer being alone hit me square in the chest. At least my instincts are still working, to a point. I wish they’d been working during the time it was brought to my attention we had a mole. A neon sign marked ‘here the bastard is’ would’ve been helpful. Especially if it had been pointing to my enemy, then, I could’ve saved the love of my life and none of us would be experiencing this endless heartbreak. I haven’t shared that during her autopsy is when they discovered my baby was growing in her belly; but not a moment goes by that I’m not wracked with guilt and pure anguish by that fact. Apparently she’d been to our physician earlier in the day and found out. I’ve imagined her shock and happiness countless times as I know she was beyond thrilled to tell of this news that fateful day. And as I relive it, I die a little more inside each time, it feels. We’d tried for years and after many losses accepted our fate and counted our blessing named Harmony. What an overly cruel and merciless world to finally give her, us, our heart’s desire only for it to be ripped away moments later.
So, yeah, I lost two people that day, only I’m the only one who is mourning them both. I’m not ready to share that news with anyone just yet, this is my burden to bear for the time being. Not to mention, Harlow and Bane don’t need something else tossed on their plate, they’re dealing with their own grievances. I don’t think either one of them could handle one more loss piled on top of it. Losing their unborn child and being informed of the fact that they can’t produce another, has hit them both like a sledgehammer to the sternum. Bane, in a fit of rage and despair, ripped the nursery to shreds and the men went in and cleaned it back up then stored the baby’s furniture, toys and clothing. Harlow refused to even step foot inside of it. Now, it is one less thing she will have to do and this way, won’t be forced to see a room that’ll never hold their resting child.
“I’ll be right there,” I tell Bella as I gather what little strength I have left to go and care for my child. I can’t take the time to feel sorry for myself, my number one priority right now is, and will always be, Harmony.
I put the club before my wife and daughter long enough. For now, I need to be a father. I’m still keeping tabs on my club and running things, I’m just not as hands-on as I was before Rora was violently taken away from me. I contemplated for a moment, a short period of time, of grabbing Harmony and putting this life behind us. But that was grief overtaking common sense. I’m too damn blood-thirsty to walk