Taming the Bitch (COMPLETED)

Chapter LXIV - AMAZING GRACE

"HER. NAME. IS. UHM...! IDIOOOOOT!!!" Nic giggles, throwing herself back onto the headrest of the reclining chair where she is sitting, with both of her parents on either side. Their eyes are glued to the television, watching Alice in Wonderland.

"That is so like Mummy..." Vince murmurs in her ear, making her cover her mouth as she laughs again before looking to her right, where her mum is.

The look on her mum's face as she glares at her dad is enough to make her giggle louder.

She then looks at her Dada, who is smirking towards the telly, obviously teasing her mum, whose face is as red as a tomato now. Dada has been repeatedly saying that the Red Queen is so much like her mummy, and she cracks up every time he says it.

Now, seeing her dad throw her mum another taunting look makes her try not to laugh too loudly, only to fail, as she cannot contain her happiness being squeezed in between her parents. Vincent looks down at the giggling toddler beside him as he also suppresses a laugh. He's been teasing Gabrielle for a good half an hour now, and getting the worst out of her is amusing him so much.

She's so cute when mad. He would give her that.

"Halt de fick klappe...! (Shut the fuck up)" she whispers with gritted teeth, making him chuckle louder. Bloody woman can speak German when it's bad words.

"You're really like the Red Queen though..." he shrugs his shoulders as he reaches for the apple juice on the glass table in front of them.

He sees Nic looking at the glass in his hand before she looks at her mum and pulls on the fabric of the blue dress she is wearing.

"Want some, baby?" he asks, thinking that Nic must be thirsty. She looks up at him, pouting, before she shakes her head and continues pulling on the fabric of Gabrielle's dress.

She must be hungry by now.

Veronica has been up early today; she was with him during the third week of his therapy. She was helping Gabrielle support him as he tries to stand on his own.

Gabrielle and Nic were always beside him like his very own walker as she advances the therapy from just stretching his knees to standing up now. The pain is still there every time he attempts to do it on his own. But Gabrielle is always quick to embrace him and allows him to lean on her, much to his disappointment—not to her, but to himself—for always having to put his weight on her. For always having to feel himself burn every time her skin touches his... every time her palm rests on his stomach as she wraps her other arm around his back. He hates that every time she holds him like that, the scent of her brunette curly hair intoxicates his mind, and he finds himself closing his eyes, leaning down to smell more of her addictive scent.

He curses himself because every time he puts his hand on her small back, he always finds himself feeling her very tiny waist, which he is sure he could measure using his two hands wrapped around it.

She is a goddamn sin! And he hates her for being such a weakness to his resolve. His very downfall!

He hates her for being the reason why he can feel the tightening of his trousers every single time their bodies are pressed against each other. He can feel the pain, and seeing her not even give a damn to him makes it all the more frustrating! Her innocent eyes even smile at him understandingly; the small pat she gives him on the tummy whenever his knees betray him and buckle is always too much for his aching muscles, leaving him no choice but to throw his head back before snapping and telling her he can do it on his own.

Not that he can really do it on his own, hence why he's pushing her like that. It's because he actually cannot handle the fire her body ignites in his own.