The Duchess [3]

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Neymar

Rafa handed me my three hour old  niece onto my arms and I watch as the little baby on my arms sleep. "She is beautiful Rafa"I complimented as I kissed the head of the baby.Rafa smiled as scott came to wrap his arms around her."Have you decided on a name yet?"I asked as I continue to watch the baby in my arms.Suddenly hit by the feeling of missing to carrying one of my own.

"We were thinking of naming her Serayah Na'Reina"I looked up and my eyes soften at the name chosen as I get choked up by the new found news."They would have loved it Rafa" I said after gaining much voice to answer her.Its been two years since Serayah has gone and I could say it was hard for me to even get back on my feet-but I was a king and I can't afford to slack off.She wouldn't have want me to do that.But I didn't completely buried myself into work often taking time to put my family as a priority as well with Davi and Rafa and my in-laws.

"Maybe we should give her a title don't you think,Princess Serayah Na'Reina,Princess of Perla or Princess of the pearls.It was the title that Serayah carried and she would have loved her as much as we do.I want her legacy to live on and the birth of your daughter is the light in the end of the darkness and  sorrow of Trau's grief."

Rafa smiles and nodded with tears in her eyes as Scott nodded with a small smile.

"Princess Serayah Na'Reina.Named after the late Queen Consort also my wife and your sister in-law Serayah,Na a nickname of our mother and Reina named after our late sister.A beautiful combination."

I handed little Serayah to Rafa as she started to cry and walk out of the room to catch some air and somehow my feet leads me to the garden where I first met Serayah.The bench where I sat and watch her play or have tea with my sister.I chuckle at the memory.

"Pa" I turn to see davi holding a ball on one hand. "This is where I met your mother."I told him. "Do you miss her pa?"What a silly question davi would ask but I feel that maybe it was because I closed off my emotions after Serayah passed away and put up a strong front to everyone would be the reason why davi is questioning me at the moment.

"Everyday son.Everyday and I know you are too."I replied."Yeah I do-but last night I had this dream we were at the strawberry plantation in the castle picking strawberries and she was so happy and healthy." "Were you from there son-the strawberry plants?"And he nodded and I stayed quiet.

"Are we ever going to be okay dad-are we ever going to feel less of the pain we are feeling right now?"Davi asks.Davi over the course of the two years has grown up by grown up I mean has matured up maybe because the loss of a mother had to make him grow up and thats the thing death of a parent changes us.I knew that from personal experience but I am proud that Davi grew up to be how his mother raised him-she instilled purity and kindness in his heart that I know he will be a great leader one day.Her legacy lived through our first born and that was one thing that I would say I accomplished in life.

"Truthfully son,I don't know if we are ever going to be okay.Because the thing about grief is that sometimes there are days where you can handle it but there are days where it's so special- may it be your birthday or your wedding day or when you get a call for a job offer or a uni offer or maybe it's the results day for an important exam or may it be an addition to your family-where you would miss the person you lost because you just wish that they were here to spend it with you and share that with you and that is when it hurts the most because you just wish to hear their voice or their laughter and maybe you just want to see their proud smile or maybe it would be their birthday and all you want to do is sing them another happy birthday or wrap them another present but their not there and that would hurt like crazy because it reminds you that their not here.We will have a permanent scar of grief in our hearts-no one could ever fill those spaces and holes and no one but you would understand how painful it is." I spoke honestly to my close to 11 year old son.