The part ended hours ago and I still couldn't sleep. I checked the clock and it was 3:19 now. I sat on the edge of the bed lost in my thoughts. I need closure that's what I need. I'll never be able to talk to Mr.Luca but I need to visit his grave. I played with my phone trying to decide if I should call Ms.Luca.
"What's wrong?" David mumbled.
"Nothing, you can go back to sleep." I said looking at him.
His messy hair was cute and looking at him made me feel better. I grabbed his hand rubbing the back of as he slowly fell back to sleep. After about five minutes he was sleep again. I walked out the room softly closing the door. I could hear Logan talking to himself but I just ignored it. I pulled out my phone and dialled Ms.Luca.
"What do you want?" She asked quickly.
"I need to go to his grave."
"Why? I thought you didn't care."
"I do and I don't in someways."
She huffed into the phone and everything was silent.
"Leanna I'm sorry." She said with a shaky voice.
I was kind of shocked that she said that.
"I tried over the years, fought him some nights even though of killing him myself sometimes. I always let him into my head telling me your just a adopted child not really ours." She said calm.
"I'm not mad anymore, I just want to talk to him."
"I'm sorry I wasn't a mother to you then but if your willing to give me a chance I'll try to be a good mother now." She was breathing heavy and nervousness was in her voice.
I didn't know what to say to her, should I give her the chance or should I just forget her a move on without her.
"I think about it." I said blankly.
"Okay thank you Leanna, I'll give you the info about his grave site tomorrow. I love you." She said.
"Bye." I hung up felling a little breathless.
I love you, after all these years she can say it. After all these years of calling me a slut or whore, she can call me Leanna now.
"Want me to come with you?" I jumped up seeing David standing in the kitchen door way.
"How long you been right there?" I asked walking to him.
"The whole time." He grabbed my arm pulling me into the room.
"What the fuck Leanna?" He asked pacing around the room.
"What?" I asked slightly confused.
"Why can't you talk to me about things? We're getting married tomorrow and you still hide from me. I'm willing to cry and pour my heart out in front of you but you can't tell me how you feel." He said loud.
"I'm sorry David." Was all I said making him stop.
"Your sorry, that's it your sorry." He said confused.
I nodded to him and he sat next to me.
"Your turning more submissive now a days." He said smiling.
I was tired and I guess he was kind of right.
"Maybe a little but everything doesn't have to be a argument."
He nodded at me and pulled me down to my back. He eased his way between my legs laying his head on my chest.
"So you want to visit his grave, why?"
His warm breath on my chest but my heart at easy.
"I just need closure even though I can't really talk to him, but I need to try to move on from this." I rubbed his hair softly, slightly scratching his scalp.
"When are we going?" He asked turning his head to look up at me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pushed his under me hold me.
"Since we're getting married on a sunday and taking the next week for our honeymoon. Maybe the last day of our honeymoon if your okay with that."
He softly kissed my chest and I giggled in return.
"Yeah that's okay." He said as he continued to kiss my chest.
"I....love....you....baby." He said between kisses.
"I love you to." He stood turning off the light and came back to his same position.
"Like ever night I'm going to show you how much I love." He said tickling my side.
I laughed louder and louder as he tickled me harder.
"Go to sleep!" Logan yelled to us.
"You go to sleep!" We both yelled back.
He huffed out loud and we both laughed.
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Cracks In Our Hearts [BWWM]
Romance****Second Book, In Cracked Series**** After her friend Jessica left with her boyfriend Franklin, Leanna has to be tough alone. Once she gets a letter from her friend, that's in another country, she heads that why only to find more than a old friend.