Worth It (Damie)

Part 6

A/N: See, I promised it wouldn't be too long of a wait! With that being said, this will likely be the last update until the end of July. I will be out of country until then, and I don't envision having much downtime to write. But I may be able to get another one out before I leave, just don't be upset if I can't! Thank you for all the love and support, you blow me away every time :) xo

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It has been hard to be without Dakota, but it's been harder to find time to mope with two toddlers keeping me on my feet. They behave for the most part, but they also test me on bedtimes, naps, and of course what they'll eat. Sometimes it seems like I can't do anything right, and then they crawl in my lap to cuddle or tell me how much they love me, dissipating any frustration they may have caused.

However, I do miss Dakota something fierce. Knowing she is only a couple of hours away is equal torture as it is a relief. We'd spent two years thousands of miles apart, and only a few guaranteed moments together. Now at least I take comfort in knowing she's mine for good. It doesn't relax the other half of me that knows I should be with her in Paris, that we should've gone and said, "fuck you" to those standing in the way. Alas, I remained levelheaded and have focused all of my energy into enjoying my girls while I have them.

I've successfully put them down for a nap. It may have taken twice as long as anticipated, and tears were shed, but I'm still calling it a success. I collapse on the sofa while Sky Sports plays in the background. I miss my girl most in these quiet moments, so I pull up our texts to remind her.

I miss you...

I stare aimlessly at the phone until it dims, waiting on her reply. I tap it to light it back up, and then I see the three magic bubbles appear.

You know I miss you more, she replies.

I smile at the device in my hand. Prove it. Come back.

Again I sit like a happy idiot when the bubbles pop up.

Idk when I can leave. Alessandro signs me up for shit without telling me.

Maybe I should steal a page from his book then, since it seems to be working.

Her next reply is quick. Whatever. How are the babes?

I laugh out loud because I can hear her sarcasm through the message. Down for a nap. What a struggle. D asks every hour on the hour what Kota is doing in Paris.

Well I'm free all evening, so we can FaceTime when they wake or after dinner.

I smile at that. Okay baby. It'll be good to see your face.

Have you shaved yours?

I huff. Lol why?

If I come back I don't want to end up with beard burn.

I snort at her playfulness—it's exactly what I need. But somehow she knows that, even from a distance and without hearing my voice.

I promise to be gentle ;) I reply.

Yeah, right.

A trim is in order if it'll guarantee your return? I feel myself biting my bottom lip in anticipation.

ILY babe!

Of course she dodged me. Forever and ever, amen.

She doesn't respond, so I shoot off, PS- you never answered my question...