Baby, Warrick, Devil, and Phantoms relationship is put to the test as secrets reveal themselves. Can they make it past all the obstacles that get in their way to their happily ever after?
As things unveil, Baby starts to question her past, present...
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Warrick POV
The weather grew colder with each passing day. The holidays came and went, but they left behind the unforgiving winter air, which burned as the wind brushed against your skin, leaving your cheeks, nose, and anything else unprotected from its bite a rosy pink.
Winter encased everything in a crystalline white. Sunshine refracted off the blinding snowfall, bringing in a prismatic light through the stained-glass windows of my office.
Standing between the partition of the heavy drapes, I watched as my heart skipped across the newly fallen powder, a toothy smile I hadn't seen since we returned to the Mansion, pushing up those freckled cheeks that glowed a bright pink under the morning sun.
It killed me. Absolutely killed me that the smile she bore wasn't aimed at me.
But at least she no longer hid herself away in the one place I was not permitted to be. She ate, slept, and lived inside that newly constructed fort.
Because it's the only place she feels free...
A breath pushed past my lips at Devil's words as my forehead thunked onto the cold glass.
It's the only way to keep her safe. Phantoms stated for the umpteenth time.
But at what cost?
We all agreed that this was for the best.
"You agreed. I was outvoted." I interjected their argument. I had had enough of this back-and-forth over the past weeks.
With a sigh, I pushed away from the glass just as I saw my frolicking angel slip over the pathway and land on her bottom. Dante's shoulders were shaking in amusement, and there was no doubt that he was laughing at her as he helped her to her feet and pushed the snow off her pants.
Once I saw them reach the gazebo I had set up for their planned movie date—down to the space heaters, the blankets, and the basket of snacks—I turned away from the window with regret.
The constant state of unfathomable bliss I have felt every moment of the last month had come to a screeching halt once we returned home.
There was no more constant contact, no more skin-to-skin moments that brought us to imaginable peaks of euphoria, no more movie marathons and book reading sessions, no more of us watching in amusement and awe as our hearts continued to blossom and grow into her new life as she experienced new things life showed her.
