Beautifully Broken ❤️

Scars & Memories

A/N: Yes, I had to leave you guys hanging like that. Sorry, for the ending, but just know the next chapter is full Stellaride with some hotness 😉

The morning sun beamed through Stella's blinds; she sighed tirelessly. She looks up at the blinds, remembering she forgot to shut them last night. She groans as she lifts her head to look at the time. Six a.m., she tosses her head back down, not ready to move from her comfortable bed. She grabs her phone so she can look at the nanny cam in Ryan's room. She smiles, seeing him still sleeping. As she puts her phone back on her nightstand, with the intention of enjoying the peacefulness until Ryan wakes up, she feels a hand caress her outer thigh, and she freezes. She doesn't know if she's dreaming or going crazy. She hasn't woken up next to anyone in a long time. She slowly turns around, her eyes still adjusting to the daylight. "Kelly," she whispered. She stares at his sleeping form. As last night's memories come rushing back.

He came over after midnight, and he kissed her at her doorstep. A kiss that awakened her soul, a kiss that had her melting into him like butter in a hot skillet. They kissed last night—their first kiss in eight years. Kelly's hand moved from her waist, slowly moving behind her and cupping the base of her head. She allowed a moan to escape her lips as she opened her mouth to his, her hands sliding up over his jacket to move up and tangle in his hair. She could feel the heat from his fingers as his hand moved around to rest on the small of her back. As the kiss deepened, he pulled her closer to him, their bodies perfectly fitting together. It was like the last eight years didn't happen; it was like no time had passed since their last kiss. She felt so much in that one simple kiss; no one kisses her like Kelly does. 

She turns slowly in his arms and watches him sleep. He looked so peaceful and content. She wonders if she's the reason he looks that way. She takes her hand and caresses his cheek, smiling as she continues to think about last night.

She reluctantly pulled apart and ended the kiss. Her knees felt weak, and her brain was far more fuddled than ever. "Wow!" She breathed, her fingers touching her swollen lips in surprise. She remembers him chuckling nervously.

"What was that?" She asked after the shock had worn off. 

"That was a kiss." He replied with a smartass grin.

She smiled and playfully hit him. "I know that jackass."

He ran his fingers through her hair. "Did you feel anything?" 

She looks up at him. "I felt everything." She whispers right before he kisses her again. She doesn't know how they went from kissing on her doorstep to making out like teenagers on her couch. But she didn't complain; she missed his hands and lips on her skin. He kissed down her throat and whispered, I love you, against her throat. Which and return had her pulling his face up to hers and she telling him I love you too. 

The cry through the baby monitor brings  her out of her thoughts. She kisses Kelly's nose and carefully gets out of bed.

A few minutes later, Kelly's eyes slightly open and then close, not ready for the brightness just yet. He rolls onto his back. And he yawns, not ready to quite move just yet. "Good morning, handsome." His eyes snapped open at the sound of her voice. "Did you have a good night's sleep?" He sits up, noticing he wasn't in his room. "You are a happy baby this morning." He looks over at the baby monitor on the stand. A smile graces his face as he realizes where he was. He spent the night with Stella; he came over last night with the intention of telling her he never stopped loving her. He had a whole speech prepared in his mind, trying to say what he came to say. He had it all planned out in his head, but once she opened the door and he saw her, all he could think about was kissing her. He needed to feel her lips against his. And that's what he did—he kissed her. Finally feeling as though he could release all of his built-up feelings and emotions in that kiss, he didn't want it to end. He has kissed a lot of girls over the years, but none of them made him feel like this. His heart was soaring, and her kiss put his soul at ease. It set him free from all the anger, rage, despair, sadness, hurt, and heartbreak; that one kiss snapped everything back together for him. Kissing her was like breathing; her lips were the oxygen he needed to survive. How had he lived so long without her? He smiles as he hears her singing.