Chapter 476: Headspace
A/N: Song For The Background ~ Gravity By Matt Hansen
DACE
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I watch Emma sleep, it’s becoming the next most peaceful thing for . Her serene features, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the delicate arch of her eyebrow—all of it captivates . I observe her slow, steady breaths, a silent reassurance that she’s still here, still alive.
The temptation lingers, threatening to pull
under its spell, tempting
to join her. Naked beneath the barely covering duvet, on her petite fra. Every inche of her was a beacon to every dark desire calling
to embrace her, to share in her peaceful sleep. But I can’t. I just can’t.
After my breakdown in the kitchen, we clung to each other, seeking comfort in the warmth of our embrace until exhaustion claid her. Gently, I carried her back to the room, where I guided her under the soothing stream of the shower. The water cascaded over her, washing away the remnants of our intense mont together, leaving her refreshed.
I know leaving her all sweaty after our session was not a good idea. I knew she’d have an even more comfortable sleep freshened up. As much as I like the idea of her covered in my cum, a peaceful sleep was needed.
The clock reads 2 am, but sleep was lost to . Images haunt my mind, tornting
with visions of my girl, her fragile form marred by blood and flesh torn apart. The re thought sends a rim of rage coursing through , threatening to unleash a primal fury I may never recover from.
The chaos in my thoughts, a sinister whisper creeping in—a temptation to end it all, to rid my baby girl of the burden of my existence. But as quickly as it arises, a wave of guilt washes over . The selfishness of such an act becos painfully clear. I’m not sure she would be able to handle the gravity of it. So, any thought of it was completely erased. I realize now how selfish it would be to entertain the idea of my own death, imagining that she would join . I understand that even in death, I would haunt her soul, dragging her down with
until the end.
I may be a bastard, a beast consud by love. It’s no excuse for the pain I’ve caused her, everything I’ve put her through. But it’s also my unwavering reason—I will NEVER let her go.
I peeled my eyes away from her small fra, moving to the edge of the bed. My feet found the floor, and I ran my hand through my hair, further entangling it into a ss. I’m too shut in to give a damn about how I look. I know I look like hell, with the bags under my eyes and the empty gaze that only seems to change when I look at my baby girl.
I reach for my drawer and yank it open, searching for the phone I know Singe gave her. My mind is a whirlwind of emotions, making it unlikely that a mind-link would succeed in this headspace. As I grab the device, sothing catches my eye in the corner. With narrowed eyes, I pick up the small container with pills inside.
I took one look at Emma, then back at the container. Is she sick? My mind raced at the possibility. I knew all my actions should have caused her to feel unwell, but there was no logical reason for the pills. With the vampire gene coursing through her, she wouldn’t fall to a common cold. As I read the inscription, the first line decreased my worry, but a new concern crept in.
This is birth control. When did she start taking it? My mind raced to piece together the puzzle. I can only deduce not long ago, probably when we got back from Costa Rica because I saw nothing like this.
She doesn’t want to get pregnant?
My mind reeled with the implications. The unexplainable feeling stord through
like a wave, but I wasn’t angry. After all, we had never discussed anything about cubs. I had only recently regained my mories, and the Dace I was for years, who had fallen in love with the Countess, was too obsessed with her to even consider the idea of cubs.
But now, with my mories returned, even though the personalities within
clash like a storm, I understand that our relationship is not fresh or recent. Years were taken from us, and we never had the chance to properly develop our relationship or discuss the possibility of cubs. As conflicting as it may be, I know she did the right thing.
She did the right thing. A voice in my head echoed, and perhaps it was correct. Having a baby with , soone who isn’t ntally stable is not sothing I want to burden her with right now. I an, just imagine how our cubs would be. I’ve never felt cut out to be a father.
Emma, on the other hand... I believe she would be amazing. Sure, she might be nervous at first, but I know she would go out of her way for sothing she loves, no matter how challenging. That’s just who she is.
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A smile found its way to my lips as I dropped the container back where I found it. Whatever feeling had been looming over
dissipated.
The device in my hand suddenly rings, and Singe’s na pops up. Without wasting a mont, I pick up.
"Emma, are you there?"
Emilia?
"It’s Dace."
There’s a sharp intake of breath on the other line before she speaks. "Dace, you’re okay."
"Currently in human form, so I guess that’s a good thing," I responded.
"You sound like shit, what did you do? Hit your throat?" she asks.
I know I sound hoarse, but I didn’t realize it was that bad.
"Emma’s okay," I quickly assured her, knowing that’s why she called.
"Dace, there’s sothing you should know. Emma’s mom and Vanessa stopped by,"
My body tenses. I knew everything was back to square one, but I had been so caught up in my headspace that I had forgotten about her family. Suddenly, it was all déjà vu again. Vanessa scread at
when Emma was in a coma. The Clan judgnt to keep
away from her. Fucking Owen who did nothing but co between us. Her mother... not giving
a chance. The mories of those mont shrouded every depths of my mind.
"Dace?" Emilia’s voice breaks through the line. "They want to see her."
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