Three's Not A Crowd: A Polyamorous BDSM Story (18+)

Crossroads

2 Months Later

Xavier's POV:

"¿Cómo estuvo tu día, estrellita?" (How was your day, little star?) I asked, my eyes fixed on the road but my attention completely stuck on my sister.

"Buena" (Good) she mumbled, still fidgeting with the ring I gave her just a few minutes ago before sitting in the car.

"Natalia" I called, parking the car on the road side. I cupped her cheeks, making her look into my eyes. "Te amo" (I love you) I whispered, kissing her forehead.

"Lo sé. Yo también te amo. Y yo.....confío en ti" (I know. I love you too. And I.....trust you) she whispered back, leaning into my hold. I smiled at that.

"El anillo. Tiene rastreador. Me ayudará a asegurarme de que no estés en peligro. ¿Estás de acuerdo con eso?" (The ring. It has a tracker. It will help me make sure you are not in danger. Are you okay with that?) I asked.

"Sí, claro. Simplemente no me sueltes nunca Xavier" (Yes of course. Just don't ever let go of me Xavier) she replied, her eyes almost pleading.

"No lo haré. Prometo" (I won't. I promise) I let go of her face, settling back down in my seat. "How's your English doing?" I asked.

"Huh?" she looked at me with a frown. "I mean....you're in LA. It's better if you speak English you know?" I said.

"Of course I speak English dummy! What? You think my head injury made me forget my language skills or something? Wait a second....is that why you've been talking to me in Spanish this whole time?" she asked, shocked.

"Um.....yes?" I replied sheepishly. "You idiot!" she swatted my arm, huffing as she looked away. Just always stay this playful my little star.

"I thought I'd make it easier for you" I shrugged, looking at her with a grin. She narrowed her eyes at me, before showing me her tongue.

"So shall I drive again now my lady?" I asked, making her lips tug slightly upwards. But she hummed, and I took that as my cue to continue the drive to the therapist.

It's been 2 months since Natalia started therapy. According to her, her nightmares have gone down significantly.

She hasn't experienced age regression ever since the last breakdown she had. Her therapist says that her mind has grown strong enough to finally fight those regressions.

But I'm supposed to keep her away from things that can trigger those memories and make all this progress useless. I've been keeping an eye on her 24/7.

She refuses to stay with me. Especially after I told her about my marriage. She says she'll be a burden in my married life, which I completely disagree with.

But I agreed to her since I didn't want her too stressed. So I've got her a nice little apartment, not too far away from my mansion.

"There, we've reached. You sure you don't want me to come in?" I asked. I ask her this question every time, yet her answer never changes.

"It's my fight Xavier. Let me win alone so that I can end this once and for all. I'm tired of living like this. I want to be able to laugh and enjoy what I do. So let me break all these barriers myself" she repeated the words she says every week.

They're like a tape. Stuck and recorded in my mind. She wants to be able to laugh and enjoy. How simple these things sound, yet how much she fights for them.

"Go on estrellita (little star). I'll always be here if you ever need extra help breaking down those barriers" I kissed her forehead yet again before bidding her goodbye.