It Goes On - Book l

Actions Over Words

Kiera's Point of View:

I felt defeated. My own daughter resented me and preferred her father over me, and my oldest son had put himself into a situation that he couldn't get himself out of without the help of authority. My heart was broken because of this, and I never would've thought that our vacation would've ended so soon due to Baler proceeding to get himself into an almost drug deal.

He worked on the ranch after school and made a decent amount of money per week, and I didn't see how it wasn't good enough for him at his age to consider doing illegal activities.

Baler had no idea that he was participating in a "Scared Straight" program, and I guess that was the point because the program wanted to catch them off-guard without any hunch of knowing that it was only a program instead of the real thing.

Currently, he was being held at the police station for a full twenty-four hours before he would present in a mock courtroom situation, and what he didn't know was that he was going to be sent to a real prison for the day, thinking that's where he's going to end up only for it to be a program.

Another chance, if you will.

I had eventually settled my twins down for bed, throwing my hair up into a loose bun before I walked downstairs in search of a snack. My mom was out with her new boyfriend, and I hoped that she was happy, but I knew she wouldn't be as happy with him as she was with my dad. She was lonely after he passed away and fell into a severed depression, masking it by forcing herself to spend more time with Simon and I, as well as our twins.

I ran my hand over my growing belly, growing ecstatic that I was finally pregnant again, although I still was upset about the miscarriage Simon and I had to endure this past Fourth of July. The event was still fresh in my mind as if it happened yesterday. The way the realization of what had happened slowly sunk in, seeing the blood falling from me, knowing I couldn't bring myself to flush the toilet, my heart breaking all over again when I had to tell my mom and Simon what had just happened, and how Simon refused to leave my side after hearing about it.

Seriously, I didn't know what I did to deserve a man like him. He's always patient with me, always by my side, even when I'm wrong. He never embarrassed me in front of anyone or even myself, nor did he address how wrong I was in front of anyone else. His touch was always sincere and soft with me, yet rough and harsh with anyone else. His way with our children was heartwarming, and I could tell that being a father was something that he wanted for a very long time, yet he was scared because he was scared of being like his own father.

I leant against the counter as I sipped the apple juice from my cup. One of the perks of having kids was being able to take a bit of their snacks or juice when you had a craving. I heard muffled music coming from the basement, and I knew it was Simon and Johnny as it was recently converted into an at-home gym.

Both Simon and Johnny wouldn't admit that they were anti-social, but they both loved working out to blow off some steam, which I loved too because I had the excuse of watching my husband work out knowing I wouldn't have a reason to get jealous if he were to go to an actual gym.

That was another thing Simon wouldn't admit: he was beyond attractive, which was another reason why I thought I didn't deserve him because I didn't see myself as the same tier as him. He's a six-foot-four mountain of muscle, dirty-blonde hair, a left arm full of tattoos, and a pair of brown eyes that sent me folding every time he looked at me.

Not only was he Simon Riley, but he was also my husband, and I was the luckiest woman on this planet. Being pregnant did not help the raging hormones running through my body, and I wanted to get pregnant again as soon as I had this baby because just the sight of him had me swooning at the thought that he was the father of my children.