Loving The Lawyer (18+)

Chapter 38

It's been three weeks since I woke up and exactly forty-three days since I lost the love of my life. I was discharged earlier this week and now I have to walk around the house with a cane and a limp. Valentina advised that I be moved to a downstairs bedroom, which was fine by me because I can't even step foot into our bedroom without thinking of her. Fuck-I can't do anything without thinking about her.

I haven't gotten any sleep this week because all I see when I close my eyes is her beautiful face. Her voice haunts my dreams turning them into nightmares. The only nights I get any sleep are when Sky sleeps with me. There is something about her little body-hugging mine that makes me feel safe. She often falls asleep next to me when we watch movies. The girls are on winter break so my mother doesn't have my head when I let Sky stay up past her bedtime. Rosa still won't talk to me and every time I enter a room she exits that room. Armando and Andres don't blame me, but they're dealing with the loss of their daughter and sister in their own way and we haven't really spoken. Armando has also taken over her firm. I don't know what he told her employees and personally, I don't want to know because then I would have to accept that she really is gone.

Lucas, my father, and Vader are trying to find that Russian twat, but they aren't able to locate his mansion. He seems to be hiding out as he hasn't been seen in public since the explosion. His two sons have though. The heir more than the other one. My father briefed me on a plan that was being drawn up to possibly kidnap the younger son, but he is an assassin, a very good one, almost as good as Kingston, and is extremely careful. He is never seen in a camera for more than two seconds at a time and always sticks to the blind spots. He is practically a fucking ghost and it would be extremely hard to capture him.

My mother, Juan, Leta, Avalon, and Talia have been crying their eyes out and having lunch dates all week. Something is going on with Talia, but I can't pinpoint exactly what it is. One moment she is yelling at me for eating all the food in the house because honestly, I've turned into a couch potato, and then the next she's sobbing into my shoulder about losing her best friend. I also got a wooden spoon chucked at my head because I asked her if it was shark week. I'm used to it though. One time when Kingston was being extra moody and bitchy for no reason I asked if it was that time of the month and she proceeded to whack me with one of those red bottom shoes that cost an obscene amount of money.

I also discovered new things about the people living in my house that I was always too busy to pay attention to in the past. For example, Juan drinks a shit ton of orange juice and has an obsession with bananas-I can understand that considering he probably needs the practice. I am not ashamed to admit that Vader has a huge dick. Not larger than mine, but still it's adequate. Another example would be Sky she had this weird habit of washing her hands like three times, checking to make sure the game pieces and cards are perfect all the time, and making sure her hair is always in a perfect braid. I don't know if it may be minor OCD or maybe she is just used to it because of her past, but I should probably have Valentina check it out.

Eli, Georgia, and Kaden have taken up the job of entertaining me or "babysitting" as Eliana so bluntly put it. We play board games, Monopoly mostly and Apples to Apples and Uno. They will never admit it, but I kick their asses. Yesterday we even played a game of poker and of course me who owns casinos and actually knows how to gamble won every round. All I won was food, but hey I'm not complaining.

"No, Daddy!" Sky scolds. "You tuck the left strand under the middle strand." Today Sky is teaching me how to braid hair. I don't see the point of this, but if it makes her happy then I'm willing to suffer the pain of my aching cast and weak fingers.

She shoves me aside and takes the blonde-headed Barbie from my hands. She then proceeds to tuck the left strand of hair under the right strand of hair. "See this is how you do it." She flashes me an adorable grin.

"Can I practice on a real person? Like you? It might be easier considering my hands are three times the size as yours." She scrunches her nose and pretends to think.

"Give me your phone," She states in a definitive tone leaving no room for argument. I hand her my phone and she punches in the passcode. I don't care if she knows my passcode as long as she doesn't tell Rosa but that shouldn't be a problem considering Rosa isn't on speaking terms with Sky or anyone for that matter which crushes my heart into a million pieces knowing my sister is pushing everyone away because of something I could have prevented if I just tried harder. Tried harder to convince that stubborn as hell woman to leave. To risk getting severely injured rather than dead.

"I miss her, daddy." Sky sniffles as she scrolls through my contacts. Her thumb lands on Georgia's name but she doesn't press the number down. Sky turns around and wraps her skinny little arms around my neck and buries her cute little face into my chest. I can feel the pools of wetness forming on my shirt. I stroke her soft hair and take in the scent of Jasmine and Sandalwood, the same scents Kingston used.

"I miss her, too, Cielo," I whisper. I can already feel my eyes getting wet. I've tried not to cry. I've tried to be strong. I've tried to be a rock for my kids when they come to me and cry, but when I'm alone I cry. I cry until I have no tears left to cry.

"What does C-cielo mean?" Sky mumbles, pulling slightly away from my chest.

"It's your name, Sky, in Italian," I answer. "Can you teach me Italian?" She asks. "Mommy taught Spanish and Russian to Gia and Eli, and Rosa knows Italian and Kaden knows Spanish and some other luggages I can't prounce."

"Languages and pronounce, baby. And of course, I'll teach you Italian."

"Yay!" She squeals and kisses me on the cheek.

"Okay, enough braiding for today. Lets' watch a movie." I suggest, placing the doll on the bedside table.

"What movie?"

"You pick."

Her face lights up. "Mommy said her favorite movie was Creed, can we watch that?" She asks with pleading eyes. I mentally weigh the pros and cons of letting my six-year-old daughter watch shirtless men box.

"How about the Parent Trap instead that was also one of Mommy's favorite movies," I suggest.

"Okay!" She snuggles into my chest as I sift through HBO looking for said movie.

Sky falls asleep about halfway into the movie so I turn the tv off and put the remote softly onto the bedside table, careful not to wake her up. Just as I'm about to slip into unconscious my phone buzzes, making a loud noise against the wood. I pick it up hurriedly and look at the message on my screen.

Vader-SOS! Backyard now! It's important.

With a sigh, I swing my legs out of the comfortable bed. I place a kiss on Sky's head before making my way out of the room, without the cane. The physical therapy has been helping me get my strength back and I barely use the cane now. I use the wall for support as I make my way to the sliding French doors. I open the door to see Vader and Lucas pacing the length of the wood deck.

"What's going on?" I ask, confused as to what could be so important that I needed to be asked to a meeting at eleven o'clock at night.

Vader looks at me with a pained expression. I can't tell if he's trying to hide his excitement, hope, constipation, pity, or some other emotion.

"Did you call me out here to announce you need to take a shit?" I ask sarcastically.

He rolls his eyes. "She's alive!" He exclaims. My eyes widen to saucers and I take a second to process what the fuck he just said.

"We think," Lucas adds, sending me a sheepish smile.

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So I was going to make you all wait one more chapter to give hope, but I figured since I'm in a good mood I wouldn't torture you all today.
I hope you all have a wonderful rest of your day knowing I gave you all what you wanted.
SC🖤