Chapter 13 - Unlucky

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Final chapter guys! If I'm honest with myself, I stopped liking this story a while back, but I felt I owed it to you all to finish it. I hope you like it. Feel free to leave me a comment. I doubt I will ever continue with this, I've been a little disappointed with it. But it's over now so here it is. Enjoy (?) Thank you to everyone who has read it. I appreciate it.

"Isabelle! Come here darling." My beautiful 3 year old came over to me, grinning with her small baby teeth. "Lewis is coming to see you today." I crooned. I pulled Isabelle onto my lap, she giggled outrageously. I finally had the beautiful girl I had dreamed about, and she was so perfect.

But not everything had been peachy.

Chris left me last year. He got a job offer in Dubai, and he took it. Knowing it would ruin our marriage, which it did when I found divorce papers in the mail.

I missed him a lot at first. But then I remembered the fights, the attention he would give to other women, the patronising, the laziness and the always working, and I realised it was probably a good thing that he left me. It probably wouldn't have been long before I'd left him.

Isabelle sees her grandparents regularly, and I've had... someone to help me raise Isabelle.

After I'd split up with Chris, he was the first to come knocking.

"Hey. I heard about Chris. I know you can't raise Izzy alone. Please, let me help." I blinked. "What about your girlfriend?" Lewis sighed.

"We split up. A while ago."

"You never said..."

"I didn't want to."

"Oh."

He just looked at me. "Look, I made a mistake. Well, quite a few. I want to make up for it, Let me help you. I'm not asking for you to love me or anything. I just feel that you shouldn't be alone in this. At least not this time around." I sighed. I really wouldn't object to help. "Okay" I'd said reluctantly.

Now, Lewis and I live together. Every day, I find a piece of the women I once was, and I fell in love with him a bit more. I felt young, and he still had that beautiful twinkle in his eyes that drew me to him in the first please. The good thing was that he wasn't pushing me for anything I didn't want anyway. Isabelle absolutely loved him, and Lewis knows that I really care about him a lot. He also knows I need time.

We have all the time in the world.

Some say that home isn't 4 walls, It's 2 eyes and a heartbeat. And with Lewis, I feel at home at last.

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