LANDA POV
As far a love goes, I've given up on it. After losing the love of your life, it's hard to imagine there even is a life after it. As I'm putting CJ down for his nap, a knock is on the door. We live in a pretty decent sized house, after Camron died he had left all his money to us. And I went back to school, got a Psy.D. And work as a therapist. I get a decent pay. So I know the knock didn't wake CJ up because it's far away from his room.
I walk to open the door, and the person on the other side scares me.
It's Detrell, my caretaker who swore I'd be sorry one day for rejecting his kiss.
"H-hey Landa"
"Hi......"
"Look I know it's weird timing and I threatened you last time I saw you, but I really need to come by and see you. I really care for you, everything you've been through must be hard."
Now I know I should've closed the door because he did kiss me and I was going to tell Camron. I felt like he died while I had a secret and I hated Detrell for that, but I have nobody. It was nice to have company. I invite him in and bring him a water as we go out to the patio to talk, I bring the baby monitor just in case CJ wakes up from one of his night terrors.
"How have you been Lan, if you don't mind me calling you that still"
The last person to call me Lan was Camron, so I did mind on deep, personal level but I let it go. "Well, the first year without Camron was rough. But I can say two years later I'm okay."
He looks at me with the saddest eyes I've ever seen and he lets his tears roll, hear this handsome man is, big, strong, and he is crying. "I beat myself up so much for kissing you that day. I beat myself up so much for that threat, I have no idea where that came from. And I really want you to forgive me. I really want to be back in your life because damn Landa I hate to see you struggle."
I am taken a back, the last time a man showed so much love towards me was when Camron wrapped his arms around me while I was washing the dishes. He gently caressed my protruding belly and told me how much he loved me and how proud he was of me.
"I, I" that's all I could get out before I started crying and Detrell quickly got up and held me. He rubbed my head and slightly "shh"'d me. I looked up at him, those beautiful hazel eyes looking back. And I lost control.
He did too.
