Daisy is the soft-hearted mother of one with a dark past and an ex husband she's running from. She's spent the past six months building a new life for her and her daughter, Hope, trying to blend into the world around them. Her memories are tainted...
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Beep, beep, beep,
"I think she's waking up"
Beep, beep, beep,
"Daisy?"
Beep, beep, beep,
"Daisy?
I heard the familiar voice between the continuous beeping, and felt my eyes stretch open. It took me a while to realise they were fully open, until the sunlight beamed straight at me.
I groaned, trying to raise my left hand in front of my face. It took longer than it should, and my whole body felt weak with exhaustion.
"Oh my god, Daisy!"
I recognised the voice, I just couldn't put a finger on who it was. He jumped in front of my face, arms on either side of the bed, panic settled on his features. I blinked. Nate.
I felt a rush of relief flood through me. He was here.
I couldn't stop the tears flying down my face, and dropping onto my hideous hospital gown. After knowing Hope was safe and alive, all I wanted was to be tucked in bed with him. I craved his strong, warm arms to pull me into an embrace. I also worried Robert might of hurt him.
"Baby it's okay." He rested his hands against my cheeks, swiping the tears away with his thumbs. "Shh, I'm here"
He sounded so strong. So brave. It was as if nothing had affected him, but I knew from looking at his face that he was exhausted and stressed. His eyes were puffy, marred with dark circles, and bloodshot too. My stomach churned at the thought of him hurting. I could also see he hadn't shaved for longer than usual. Although, the extra stubble made him even more attractive somehow.
"I love you, I thought you might of been hurt" I cried, trying to pull him closer by gripping the hem of his shirt.
"No baby, I'm here. I'm okay" I heard him gulp, and saw the river of tears floating along his eyelids. He was fighting back tears.
He pressed his forehead against mine, intensifying the grip on my face. It took seconds before our lips were glued together. They trembled against each other's, but I'd missed that soft, passionate feeling of his mouth on mine. I craved it. The taste of salt, from my tears, and coffee, lingered in my mouth as I swept my tongue across his bottom lip.
"Excuse me?" An abrupt knock on the door had us pulling back quicker than we wanted. I'd been kidnapped and taken by my evil husband, and someone wanted to disrupt this moment? Inconsiderate idiots.
We both turned to the door at the same time, and I'm sure our happy expressions faltered together instantly at the sight of the detective. I remember he was the one who interviewed me about Hopes disappearance. Memories of that night came crashing into my head, burning my insides. I felt physically sick as I remembered what it was like to know she was missing.
