GOD, I LOVE him with my whole heart.
The waves crash along the shore, and I sigh in contentment. A week ago, I would have never imagined actually going on vacation. And with my husband, no less. Life really is mysterious and beautiful.
The day after we were given vacation time by Jes, Omega and I hightailed it to Father Owen. We were married that morning by the gentle, old man, and things have felt perfect ever since.
As I dig my toes into the sand, Omega tosses Alysson into the ocean toward Conner, who effortlessly scoops her into his arms. Her girlish squeals bring more joy into my heart.
“You look happy,” Lark says, lying next to me on the blanket.
I tear my gaze from the beautiful scene before me and regard her pregnant form. Loads of nearly black hair with streaks of pink are piled haphazardly on top of her head. Her limbs are thin and pale, but she’s beautiful. I make the mistake of glancing at her swollen belly. She’s due any day now. A pang of envy seizes me—that’ll never be me—but I quickly squash it. I’m truly happy for them.
“You have no idea.”
She shields her eyes from the sun and flashes me a rare smile. We haven’t ever been friends, but I feel like, without the façade of Lovenia the Leviathan, she can see me for who I really am.
Love.
The woman who loves her warrior with all of her being.
“I have a clue,” she says as her hand absently strokes her belly and her eyes find her family.
We sit in comfortable silence as we watch everything we love in this life play in the ocean. Finally, after a while, Connor scoops his daughter out of the water and they make their way over to us.
“Ready to go home, Twiggy?” Connor questions Lark as he sets Alysson to her feet and reaches a hand for his wife.
She grabs it, and he pulls her up from the blanket. “Yeah. I’m tired.”
While they gather their things, Omega leans down, dripping water over me, and presses a kiss to my forehead. “We’re going to stay and watch the sunset,” he tells them as he plops down beside me.
After we say our goodbyes and the three of them leave, Omega snakes an arm around my waist.
“I love you, angel.”
I smile and meet his lips with mine. Everything is perfect. I’m not sure what the future will hold, but with my husband, I’m not afraid. As long as we’re there together, I’ll be more than happy.
“Come on,” he growls. “Let’s go swim.”
I squeal when he effortlessly pulls me into his arms and stands. He carries me toward the ocean, and when he gets waist-deep, he tosses me into it without warning. Salty water rushes over my beach-wave hair, which I spent an hour fixing, and I burst from the water.
“God, you’re an ass,” I faux pout and rub the water from my eyes.
He tugs me into his grasp, and his cock pokes my belly between us. “Your ass,” he says with a chuckle.
“Yeah, but now, I look like a drowned rat thanks to you.”
His full-bellied laugh fills my soul as he drifts further and further into the water with me in his arms until we’re shoulder deep. “You’re beautiful. Inside and out, angel.”
I sigh at his sweet words, but my heart quickens when his hands find my hips and he tugs at the strings of my bikini bottom, pulling them off in one fluid motion.
“Here.” He smirks. “Hold this.”
Rolling my eyes at him, I take the bottom half of my swimsuit. “Now what?”
He grips my bare ass and urges me to hook my legs around him. Once I’m settled, he tugs his cock out, and a moment later, he’s inside me.
“This,” he says in a smug tone.
I go to swat at him, but a big wave nearly knocks us over. His grip is firm and protective as he keeps us from going under. Omega has always been the force that keeps me grounded and safe.
“You rescued me,” I moan as I bounce on his thickness.
He slides a palm over my breast and pinches my nipple through the fabric. “You’re mine. I’ll always rescue you.”
Once we’ve finally come, he helps me put my swimsuit back on so we can go back to our blanket. We curl up together and bask in the sun, which is quickly setting. Everything feels right.
“What do you think is in store for us when we go back?” I question.
He drags a finger along my arm, and I shiver. “I’m not sure, but I trust Jes.”
“Me too.”
“Love,” he states. “After what happened with Luc and the horror closet, I’ve been unsettled. The urge to do what’s right is ever present. I don’t want anyone to ever have to go there. We have to do our part, angel—to promote goodness and kindness. To save those who need saving and protecting. It’s our duty. ”
I’ve know this all along. I’m not sure what our part will be though. Will they make us Seraph Guardians? Will they separate us? What exactly will our jobs entail when we get back?
“Don’t worry though,” he murmurs before kissing my head. “We’ll do it together. Whatever it is, we’ll find a way to have a life.”
Tears well in my eyes, and I latch on to his words.
“But we’ll never have what Lark and Connor have, Omega. Does that make you a little sad? It guts me to know we’ll never have a family.”
Thoughts of the young boy baking cookies with me assault me. I remember the way he smelled. The sound of his sweet little voice.
God, how wonderful would it be to have a child of our own—a little, perfect blend of the two of us.
My husband rolls me onto my back and kisses me hard, tugging me back into the present. When he finally breaks away, his jaw is firm and his brow is furrowed.
“You’re my family, Love. Always and forever.”
I nod as the tears spill over, and then I tug him to me for another kiss. “You’re right,” I mutter into his mouth. “All we need is each other.”
His palm slides over my cheek, and his thumb delicately traces the corner of my lips. He smiles in such a breathtaking way that, if I were standing, it would knock me on my ass.
He winks. “All we need is love.”