His Daughter [Completed] Book 1/2

Chapter 18

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[Georgiana]
I couldn't believe he was really gone. Seeing the casket come down the church aisle sent me into uncontrollable sobs. Being with Dom has distracted me from my grief, from the enormity of my loss. Daddy had been everything to me, my world and my rock. I missed his voice, his smell when we hugged every morning and his laugh. He found humour in everything. Why did he have to leave me? Why now when I've just met the most amazing man. Why couldn't we have shared Dom? The three of us would celebrated wonderful christmases together and holidays. But no, he had to have Dom to himself. Keep us separated. I could have been so much happier before now had I met Dom. And now he wouldn't be able to even walk me down the aisle on my wedding day.

The priests words hardly registered in my mind. Dom's hands and kisses and gentle touches were the only thing getting me through the service.
I had dreaded speaking in front of everyone but thankfully after a slightly shaky start I managed to read it quite well, at least I think I did. I read it to Dom, looking into his eyes had made me feel calm and anchored. I wanted to tell him so many things. How amazing the past few days had been, how my feelings for him were getting stronger by the day. I was feeling much more relaxed and confident in his company. This morning had been amazing and I was pretty sure he felt the same. I only wish we could skip the wake and go home to repeat it.

Dom looked so handsome in his suit. His deep eyes searched mine during his reading. Daddy had told me that he had introduced Dom to poetry. To start with he dismissed it as a load of waffle but over time he had really begun to appreciate it and often turned up to Daddy's office with a new book of poetry he had discovered. I couldn't imagine that softer side of Dom. I had seen how gentle and thoughtful he could be but I still felt like he was guarded and only showing the sides of himself that he wanted me to see. He could handle himself that was for sure and he had plenty of life experience. That was shown in the street sense he had and his confidence navigating his way around London and different social scenes. But he resorted to being dominant and a tad controlling when he felt threatened and unsure. Don't get me wrong I loved how he told me what to do in the bedroom. It took away my worry about if I was doing something right or not. We were becoming more familiar with each other's bodies and his I couldn't get enough of.

I felt vulnerable being so emotional in front of him, but he didn't seem phased by it. His gentle words and touches reassured me that he cared.

When the service finished I could see people trying to get to me. To talk to me and offer their condolences but I couldn't cope with speaking to anyone.
I was grateful Dom followed me to the car and for some space from everyone.

The driver travelled slowly towards The British Library where Donovan had organised Daddy's Wake. His ashes and all other paperwork would be dealt with by him. I was planning on scattering his ashes out at sea but didn't think I would be able to face doing that anytime soon.

The roads and houses passed by as we edged our way towards Euston. I just wanted to go to bed, close my eyes and for this day to be done with. I felt Dom's eyes on me for a while. His thumb gently brushed my bottom lip bringing me back into the moment.

"I'm so proud of you Georgina. You read beautifully and you've been so brave. We can go to the Wake for as long or little time as you like. Ok?" A lump formed in my throat and I thought I might start crying again. I felt utterly exhausted. I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder. He had removed his coat which enabled me to get closer to him and feel his warmth and reassuring smell.

"Thank you for reading Dom. I'm so sorry I forgot to ask you."
"Don't be silly, I felt privileged to be asked. Thank you."
"I don't want to go for long. I just can't cope with dealing with everyone else's grieve or opinions." I closed my eyes and let the motions of the car and his words wash over me.

"That's absolutely fine. I will take you home as soon as you tell me."
Home, so much emotion was wrapped up in that word for me. A home with Dom would be wonderful. Somewhere warm and cosy. A place I could make my own, we could make our own.

"When will be start looking for our home?"
"As soon as you feel ready. My real estate guy has already found a few potential places." I looked up at him but his focus was set on the road ahead.

I hoped he genuinely wanted to find somewhere with me and he wasn't just saying it to keep me happy. I didn't need him to do things to please me. I needed someone to be genuine. This, us  needed to be real if it had any hope in hell of working.

"Are you sure Dom?" I lifted myself off him and sat up straight.
He looked puzzled.
"I'm not pushing you am I? To do this, to do any of this?"

He didn't respond immediately. Biting his lower lip he leant in to kiss me.
"I couldn't be more sure than the sky is blue." And just like that I felt warm and happy again.

Oh could they be anymore cute together?
Ok guys sorry that last few chapters have been sad, but that's life. I've decided not to go into too much detail about either of their grief. Not because it isn't valid but because I need to keep the story moving and focus on their love story.

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