I watch stunned as my strong wife greets the woman known as her mother. A person who should have loved, protected and cherish her every breath from the second she was born into this world and yet her platinum blonde hair is as fake as the smile plastered on her aged face. The only similarities that I can see between Sky and this woman are their eyes. A tranquil Mediterranean ocean blue. Whilst Sky's hold promise and love, her mothers hold wickedness. Locked tightly behind her irises.
My hand's fist at my sides whilst my brain spirals with the pained echo of my wife's voice from the early days of our relationship. From the few times, she allowed herself to open up to me and give me those heartbreaking glimpses into her past. The past that she desperately wanted to run away from and now two years later we are back in.
Back into the home, she hated. With the parents, she wished she could forget. Hell, I think she might even want to forgive them. To see the pain and regret in their eyes but I'm fairly confident that she's going to leave this house hurting if she is holding out on anything other than the pain from today.
Either way, I will be beside her holding her close against my body, pushing my warmth and love across her skin, coating her in a protective loving blanket.
Standing beside my wife and watching the scene before me unfold feels like something from a nightmare. All of us just waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the hell that I know is burning behind her parent's eyes to escape. You'd think that with the odds being a fifty percent chance of success that at least one of her parents would have been 'okay' but atlas it was never the case.
When she told me she wanted to show me something today I wouldn't have put us here, I'm not even sure I was ever holding out on Sky letting me in to see the trauma of her past but like everything, she's an enigma.
A beautifully strong woman who will never allow her past to hold her back from the present. Her future will always be brighter than that of her past.
I know to our friends and family the idea of us being here doing this as an extension of our honeymoon might seem like insanity but to her and to me we need this.
I feel we both need to face the trauma's from our past before we can step into the light and excitement of our futures. The next chapter is starting soon as we don't want it to be overshadowed by the demons that have followed us for years.
Unlike my wife, I have been able to find peace and solace from my past. Which has allowed me to step into the light and bask in the love we share. Fingers crossed I can help my baby get that today. No matter what happens here I will not allow them to mistreat or disrespect her again.
Reluctantly I force my attention back into the room and the company around us, leaving my internal thoughts to swim around my head.
I watch as her father crosses the room before settling into the space on the double-seater sofa beside his wife. His eyes roamed over her body with love and appreciation - so he isn't incapable of loving another person - it's just his choice not to.
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Our Secret Dream 2
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