War

Chapter Forty-Four

A/N - look who's back‼️‼️

Still no fancy formatting Wattpad is driving me insane rn🧍🏾‍♀️

A little surprise at the end....

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Aniyah

I didn't understand the idea of loving someone being effortless until I met Marco.

Sure I loved Jas and Lex more than life itself, but it was different with my husband.

Loving Marco was easier than breathing, and it felt as if we'd been tethered together at this point- if something happened to him I was certain I would feel it physically too.

My eyes searched for his in a crowded room, I seeked him out above everyone else, and nobody brought me a sense of ease and security like he did; and to think I wouldn't have been in this position if I hadn't been called into my father's office that day last year.

"Do you think I made the right decision with my father?", I asked Marco, feeling myself becoming more and more relaxed as my head rose and fell steadily against his chest. We'd woken up at least half an hour ago, but neither of us had made a move to get up, perfectly content with being tangled in the other's embrace.

"Do you think that you made the right decision?", he replied and I rolled my eyes, only he could be so evasive in his reply.

"You can't answer my question with a question", I lifted my head to look at him, "I need your actual opinion". Marco stayed quiet for a moment, green eyes searching my face slowly before a low hum escaped him, feeling more like a vibration.

"He's your father", was all he said for a moment, "you love him, even if he's made questionable choices regarding you. You don't want him out of your life completely, yet you want to hold him at a distance- I agree with anything you do". Even though he hadn't truly told me how he felt, I couldn't help but smile, knowing he was in my corner no matter what.

"Loving him even though he's done those things..", I trailed off, just watching my husband as I tried to find the right words, "does that pertain to you too?". His jaw clenched and guilt instantly filled me, until he tipped my chin upwards with two fingers and shook his head slightly.

"I hate that man with every fibre of my being- there aren't enough words in the dictionary to describe how much I would love to revive him in the hopes of killing him all over again", his chest began to rise and fall at an increased pace and I nodded, returning my head to its original position and beginning to trace the 'intuition' tattoo that sat above his waistband on the left side.

"I'm sorry that you were given him as your father", I sighed, "all four of you". Tentatively I reached out, my finger moving down the long scar on his torso with a feather-like touch; if there was anyone who didn't deserve the shitty cards they'd been dealt, it was the four of them.

"What's done is done", he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, "I've made peace with it, they have to- or are learning to". I nodded against him, my finger still tracing his scar delicately as I recalled the story behind it; I closed my eyes when my eyes began to well with tears, knowing the last thing Marco wanted was for it to look like I was pitying him.

"You're the strongest person I know, you know that right?", I uttered, feeling him tense from beneath me, "even if you don't believe it".