White Lies and Sweet Compromise( 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌💕)

Chapter 53

Deacon smiled at the women seated with him all three of them were a balm to his broken spirit in their own way. He found Precilla to be the indulgent aunty, Cynthia the reserve but otherwise open to express her views when the right occasion calls for it mother and Wendy his caring, sympathetic, fiery feisty, charming, shy yet open when required and not to mention beautiful love. They gave him laughter, joy, wellbeing and a dear sense of belonging.

All four of them were now huddled at the piano and were laughing gayly from both happiness and a bit too much champagne. The starry sky and the cool atmosphere of a calm night adding to their contentment. He let the soothing sounds of their chatter and presence fill him with tranquillity.

He never thought that he would ever know what a family would feel like or that he would ever want to be a part of one. Earlier as he had sat with Precilla and watch Wendy and Cynthia converse he had thought about his dad. He felt a yearning for the other man that he had long buried and decided he was on his return to the city was going to make some amends with the older man. He was through living in the past and holding on to grudges.

The life he had with Deacon Ffrench Snr would be his blueprint on how to be a better man, husband and father. His fingers glide over the keys and his smile broadened at the thought of Wendy bearing his child or children it motivated him more to be the best man he could be for her.

He watches as Cynthia stifled a yawn and Precilla got up took her hand and bid them goodnight. He felt Wendy nestled closer to him and he looked down at her with her head tucked against his shoulder and her eyes closed. He felt so at peace he felt like he was dreaming. With a kiss to the top of her head, he continued to enjoy her presence and the beauty of loving her.

"Is it really possible to feel so contented," Wendy asked dreamily as she nestled closer.

"I believe it is," he returned playing the final notes of the song and then embracing her.

"I thought you were a pessimistic arrogant womanizer," she said with a giggle. "I often believe that you had no care for anything but your business."

"To be honest I was arrogant but no pessimist or womanizer. I just let the wrong set of ideals paved the way to my adult existence," he told her as he looked out into the darkness.

The night that cloaked the surrounding of the garden in varying shades of blue-black then here on the inside where the strung lights and paper lanterns illuminated the beauty of the makeshift wedding reception venue. It was just like his life clothed in the darkness of emptiness and longing until Wendy brought her light and gave him the desire to love life and reach for his happy ending.

Wendy reached for his hand and held it in hers as she let her fingers gently caress the back of his hand as her mind wondered. She too had ideals that brought forth the wrong outcome.

"I wish we didn't have to go back," she whispered sadly then gave a little laugh as she shook her head. "I would not be caught dead years ago saying that. I left Duncan Cove with the intention to return only when necessary."

He looked down at her fingers sliding over his hand and said huskily. "I must admit never have I been contented outside of the office and starting out on this venture with you I had my own agenda but in just a matter of three days, you've given me new perspectives, needs and desires. I have never been more contented in my life."

"Even if in the end you'll have to confess to your father that our engagement was nothing but a farce?"

"I owe my father nothing, Wendy. If he deserves anything from me it's my contempt. All my life he has brought me nothing but pain and animosity," he said closing the lid of the piano and getting up.

"Have you ever stop to ask him why he did the things he did?" she question turning around on the stool to face him.

He lowered his head and wiped his hands across his face in frustration.

"I can only tell you that, unlike Cynthia whatever Deacon Ffrench Snr did it was not for my benefit protection or best interest," he said "My father doesn't give a damn about me."

"I wish you would sit and talk to him," she said as her heart longed for such a moment with her father. "Growing up I thought I would have my father forever but life has its ways of proving us wrong. I was never daddy's little girl or so I was lead to believe by my own conceptions. I always thought my father tolerated me because I was the child he was given. I did everything to compensate for not being the son he craved and in the end, I defied my mother and broken my own heart in the process.

We are often lead astray by our own thoughts and by what we comprehend base on what we compare in other people's life or by what we long for. I thought my father's attention, care and time spent with Brandon was his desire to maintain his manhood. I was but a daughter and with me, the Preston legacy has died. I could not bring forth the Preston name and carry on the lineage so I foolishly pursued Brandon. It only increased when my father died and with that further propelling me I wanted in death just as I wanted in life to be the daughter he could be proud of.

I knew Brandon didn't love me but he wanted me enough to do anything and being my husband he would, in the end, merging two vast inheritances. Brandon is an opportunistic bastard that is as cold and greedy as his mother. I laid my own trap by marrying him and more so when I found out I could not have children as I miscarried three times, without children all of my share of Preston would go to my husband.

That only added to the abuse, the affairs and the lies. I crumbled when I thought how much I failed my parents
it took me on the verge of taking my own life as misery was all I knew but I was too scared to do so, in the end, I divorced Brandon losing some of Preston Manor in the settlement but I guess in all things you have to pay a price.

If only I had not from my assumptions drawn my own conclusion I would have known that my father was not trying to compensate for not having a son. I should have talked to him and listened to my mother and I would not have made the biggest mistake in my life. I know nothing of what you've been through with your father but all I can say living in regret is not worth it."

Deacon stood there his back still turned to Wendy but now he was consumed with more hatred for Brandon knowing that he used her so callously. He however felt a sense of elation knowing that Brandon was no pined after lover and her broken heart had nothing to do with her losing the man she loved.

"I will do as you ask. I will try to bridge the gap between my father and I but I can not promise you there will be a silver lining at the end of the cloud," he said turning to face her.

Wendy got up and walk into his arms and hugged him close to her and said before claiming his lips, "That's all that I ask for."

Deacon wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply before he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the house. The time has come where he was no longer content on building up walls but tearing them down to set a foundation for the woman he loved.

"Wendy I love you," he said as they walk away from the rose garden.

"I love you too Deacon," she smiled settling closer against his chest as his heart beat in rhythm to hers.

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