The rest of the dinner went by smoothly, of course, with Marko teasing me and me constantly rolling my eyes at his antics. Then, I was exhausted, so I called a cab and went home. I did not want to bug my chauffeur. It was just easier that way.
Rose was at home with Rowan's mom, her grandma. I put my keys in and unlocked the door, with an exhausted sigh, I kicked off my high heels and heard my name being called out.
"Mommy!" Rose came running towards me with her eyes wide open, she jumped and I caught her mid air, we then hugged tightly as I started to draw soothing circles on the back of her head.
"Hi baby, how was your day with grandma?" I asked. "It was amazing, we baked cookies! let me show you!" my daughter squirmed out of my arms and ran towards the kitchen, I chuckled at and walked after her, my peripheral vision caught Agnes picking up her stuff to leave.
"Thank you, Agnes. I truly don't know what I would do without you, you're a life-saver" I sighed, she shook her head whilst smiling.
"Don't even mention it, I'm here anytime you need me. That's what family's for" she said in a lovely tone, she waved lightly at me, opened the door, closed it after her and left. I locked the door.
"Fuck, Row. I forgot to lock the door. Let me get up real quick" I was exhausted, but I am a security freak. When I started to get up, Rowan stopped me.
"Love, our room door is locked, we have an alarm and the building's security. We can go on one night without security" Rowan protested as he held my wrist.
"Rowan, what if something happens? I couldn't live with myself if something happened. Especially now that I'm pregnant" I replied, sitting up
"Fine, but stay here, you're almost due and you need to rest." he said. One of the many things I love about Rowan is how caring he is, he will put you above anyone else without second thought. When I was pregnant he always stayed by my side, he was careful that I tripped and if something happened he would always blame himself for it. I used to tell him that he should chill, but he always said: 'Olivia, I can't possibly 'chill' when your safety and our child's is at risk. Let me treat you how you deserve'.
My safety and our daughter's was never at risk, he thought of risk as me over working or missing a step.
He got up and I listened actively to hear the door lock, when it did, relief washed over me.
But locks, the building's security and the alarm was not enough. Because the very next morning I woke up to a missing Rowan and multiple signs of struggle.
"Mommy?" Rose snapped me out, I had zoned out, again.
this was getting way out of hand.
"I'm coming, baby" I swiftly walked towards the kitchen and wiped a tear that I didn't even know that was there.
If only Rowan could know how much I missed him. how much I loved him. How much I still do.
I walked into the kitchen and saw a freshly baked dozen of cookies, I was basically drooling over them, they were soft in the middle and very chocolate-y. Vanilla cookies with chocolate chips, Rowan's favorite
"here mommy" my daughter said as she handed me a cookie with a napkin underneath it, I chuckled and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Thank you, Rosie" I replied.
Before I took a bite out of my cookie, I felt the need to tell her about Marko working for me, just so she'd know. I mentally prepared while I took my first bite out of the soft, fudgey, gooey cookie.
That cookie was like sex. Just amazing, chocolate late dripped from the middle, Agnes was an astonishing cook. "These are really good, sweetie" I said with a mouth full.
"Mommy! you can't talk with food in your mouth! it's bad manners" she said in a hushed tone, I chuckled as I swallowed my first bite.
"Rose, honey, I want to tell you something" I placed the cookie on the kitchen island and kneeling in front of her, I tucked an individual hair strand out of her face.
"Is something wrong?" she tilted her head lightly, she looked so much like Rowan that it made my heart swell and melt both at the same time. I admired her beauty and smiled at her softly, gauging in what Rowan had left behind. Then it all came back to me
How hurt would she be? The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt her. I took in a sharp breath, trying to get the words out.
"Rose, Eve's father, Mr. Anderson is going to be working for me up until next year" I said softly, slowly, and calmly. She stared at me, her expression did not change.
"Will I have to see Eve?" she asked, her head was no longer tilted. "No, you probably won't even see Mr. Anderson, and listen carefully. If you ever and I mean ever feel uncomfortable with Mr. Anderson or and with Eve, always tell me. I'm here for you before my job or any other relationships, okay?" concern filled my eyes and I started to draw soothing circles on her cheek
"okay. Finish the cookie." she demanded with a bright grin, her mood switched instantly. I chuckled as I stood up. I moaned as the delightful cookie hit my mouth, over exaggerating just to see sweet little Rose's reaction, she giggled dumbly and I laughed.
I felt eyes on me, I always had since Rowan left. but it wasn't Rose, she was already running off with a cookie in her mouth. I just shrugged it off, like I always did. Not before looking behind me, I had gained fear in being snatched away. I grew fidgety, panic followed me everywhere and anywhere.
However, I never let it show. Because if the public eye knew this side of Olivia Luxor Rossi, I'd suffer the same fate as Rowan, whatever that was.
He was gone, my other half was gone, and he most probably was not going to magically appear at my doorstep, asking how my day went, and apologizing for being away for so long.
But I had our sweet little Rose. His living twin, his embodiment. I had a walking reminder of him, something to keep me from forgetting.
The thing I dreaded the most, forgetting the love of my life, my soulmate. If I could see his face once more, if I could hear him knocking at my door, if I could feel his tall frame against mine once more, I'd die a happy woman, I'm sure.
Our love was made for movie screens, and not all movies have a happy ending, that will haunt me until the day I die.
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AN:
please tell me that at least one of you got the reference, i am in my depression era (jk jk)
- ro
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A Distant Memory
RomansaOlivia Luxor Rossi is the owner of a prestigious clothing brand called Hatchel, this was her dream since she was a little kid. When she was twenty-three years old she got engaged to her high school sweetheart, Rowan Hayes, and everything seemed to g...
