❝𝒎𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒊𝒔.❞
(you're missing from me.)
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𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
Iva Laurent lost her parents when she was eight. Sold to the black market by her only relative left on this earth, she was l...
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JAXEN JACE EVRARD
LONDON February Location: Jaxen's House
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I woke up all wrapped up in her warmth and she snuggled closer, as though we weren't already close enough. A chuckle left me when I tried to pry her limbs away and she grumbled unhappily but remained deep in her sleep. My eyes went straight to her feet. I noticed.
I went ahead to grab the first aid box and applied medication over those incisions. Worry settled in my heart but I remained silent about it. It was only a moment after when she stirred awake and beamed towards me with the brightest smile she could manage. My heart stuttered — this woman had no idea what she held over me.
Then, Iva spent the entire morning playing with Thea and I wasn't quite sure what games they were getting at, but Thea was almost squealing at the top of her voice while being chased around the house. Marianne was laughing at their silliness while preparing lunch for all of us and I simply watched as they went high and low, just fooling around with each other. They were so tired playing with one another that they fell deep in their slumber in the afternoon all cuddled up in each other's warmth.
In the evening, I dropped Iva by Vivienne's place before returning back to my own place. When I closed the door behind me, my heart was pounding hard against my ribs and I nearly wanted to laugh at myself for feeling these ridiculous emotions again. Resting my palm over the left side of my chest, I felt alive — a feeling that I haven't been able to feel for a while.
"Jaxen, are you alright?"
Marianne's voice startled me and I lifted my gaze to meet hers, realising that she had halted in her steps as she looked towards me with worried etched in her face. I smiled, and replied, "Never been this right."
She didn't exactly understand my reply but had known of my bad habit of talking in riddles, she laughed, "I should assume that Iva helped to hang that little smile on your face."
"She definitely did," I breathed out a light laugh and walked into the house. "I'll go check on Thea."
"That little munchkin was asking for you just a moment ago," Marianne nodded while smiling warmly.
Pushing on the handle, I opened the door gently and saw my daughter wiggling under her blanket, as though trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in. I asked funnily, "Why are you so restless, ángelé?"
"Daddy!" Thea shrieked excitedly at the sound of my voice and sat up to look at me. Despite the dimness of the room, her honey-brown eyes still sparkled. She swung her hands animatedly and grinned cheekily, "Thea was thinking about Daddy and poof, Daddy appeared."
