The rise of the White Widow

Kiss

Nat's pov

A week has passed since the incident, and thankfully, Alex has fully recovered from her injuries. Our beloved city has also returned to its usual hustle and bustle. I'm grateful for the return to normalcy.

One cool evening, I find myself sitting on a wooden stool in our cozy kitchen, sipping a cup of steaming hot tea when I notice Alex approaching me, her eyes a mixture of excitement and worry.

"Hey hun, what's up?" I ask curiously, noticing her unusual demeanor.

She pulls out a chair and sits down beside me with a deep sigh, her brow furrowed in deep thought. "I have something important to tell you," she finally says, struggling to find the right words.

Immediately, my curiosity turns to concern. I set my cup of tea down and lean in closer to give her my undivided attention. "What's going on?" I urge gently.

Unsure of where to begin, Alex hesitates for a moment before she finally musters the courage to continue. "So...um...you remember how Dreykov claimed that he was my father? Well, he didn't just stop there," she shares hesitantly before pausing and swallowing hard.

I nod in agreement, urging her to go on.

Taking a deep breath, Alex looks me dead in the eyes before revealing the truth, "He told me who my mother is...and... it's you."

Her words send shockwaves through my system, a mixture of disbelief and confusion envelope me as I try to process this new piece of information that threatens to change our lives forever.

"How... how can this be? I thought I was sterilised?" I stammer, trying to process the information.

Alex hesitates, then admits, "I'm not really sure either."

My mind races, thoughts colliding with each other as I try to make sense of it all. Taking a deep breath, I let it all sink in for a minute before my shock transforms into a blossoming smile. "So that means... you're my daughter," I say softly with an overwhelming sense of joy.

As this newfound realization washes over me, I reach out to Alex and pull her into a warm embrace. She relaxes into my arms, our parent-child bond strengthening in that moment, the pieces of our existence falling into place at last.

After a few emotionally charged minutes, we finally pull apart and our eyes lock onto each other. Alex's eyes appear glassy, almost as if she's on the verge of tears.

"I'm so glad we met," she says, her voice quivering with emotion. "To be honest, I might have been dead by now if we hadn't crossed paths." She tries to let out a laugh, but her emotions catch up with her and it sounds more like a pained cry than anything else.

Feeling a warmth in my chest, I smile genuinely and reply, "I'm glad we met too."

At that, Alex manages to let out a more genuine laugh. Despite the tears still threatening to spill over, she reaches up to quickly wipe away a stray tear that had escaped down her cheek. As we sit there together, it becomes clear just how much our chance encounter has affected both our lives for the better.

Alex's pov

I look over at Nat with a grin and say, "You know, I've been thinking."

Raising an eyebrow at me, she's curious about my sudden change of emotions. "Oh? About what?"

I hesitate for a moment before asking, "Do you think there's any chance I could move into the room next to Wanda's?"

Nat smirks and leans back in her chair. "Hmm, why not?" she answers nonchalantly.