It Goes On - Book l

Evie's Confession

This part made me giggle at the Uncle Johnny lines, but I was also so upset when I got to the end of this chapter. I'm acting like I'm not the one who wrote it. Lmao. Poor Kiera will eventually feel better, but by my research, it's unfortunate that some kids talk this way to their parents. 

Happy reading! I hope to have another chapter out tomorrow or this weekend. It's going to be cold yet again, and I have errands to run tomorrow after work, but I'm also working on rewriting old chapters in POV's, so if you haven't checked those out yet, please feel free to and let me know what you think! 

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Simon's Point of View:

I ended up getting home around eight o'clock, my head throbbing after all of the paperwork I had to do regarding the case of the drunk daycare receptionist. Turning my car off, I sighed deeply before finally heading into the house. I felt exhausted and knew that going into an energetic household was only going to make my migraine worse. Don't get me wrong, I loved being a father and husband – more than anything, but there were some nights where I'd want to be alone to just decompress from my day. Most of the time, Kiera saw my need for isolation before I even realized it, but my kids never let me out of their sight.

There were many times where I wished I could extend mine and Kiera's time together for just a bit longer, enjoying each other's company without having to worry about making a bottle or chasing a toddler around, and very rarely, there were times I wished that Kiera and I took our relationship slower so that I could really savor what it would be like to steady into a relationship and marriage, to plan our future together.

We did it all backwards, but that didn't mean I regretted it, I just wished that things went slower, because I truly did miss our time together – coming home and having a peaceful movie night or sleeping in without a kid waking us up. I felt like that part of us grew apart because we were now a family, but it really opened a different side of both of us into who we really were.

Who we were meant to be.

Kiera had always dreamed of being a mother with a loving husband, and she got that, whereas my dream was to have a loving and loyal wife who understood me for who I was, yet I still missed the military lifestyle because it was all I was ever used to.

But with having a family of my own, it became easier to understand that the chapter of my former lifestyle could be let go with a clear conscience, and I don't think it would've felt this easy if we didn't have our kids as early. Because if not, Kiera would've been begging me to get her pregnant once we reached a seniority of our relationship, and I couldn't bear myself to do so in fear of something happening to her while I was deployed.

I walked into the house with the smell of Kiera's homemade vegetable soup in her beloved Crock Pot. Women seemed to love those things. Eva was sitting in the living room with her new boyfriend, and I couldn't help the glare I shot him because he could never be the man Bud was, and a part of me felt that the anger I had for this man was a part of Bud's spirit reacting through me.

"You're home late, sweetheart! How are you?" Eva smiled at me.

"Beat," I breathed a sigh, shaking my head as I rid my feet of my shoes, leaving them at the front door as Kimber merely jumped up on me, yet I stopped the little Corgi by scratching behind her ears. "What're you doing, lass?"

"Kiera left your dinner in the Crock Pot so that it was nice and warm for you by the time you got home."

My wife never ceased to amaze me – always putting me and our twins before herself. I didn't deserve her.