Royal Prick(89)

“He’s beautiful,” Royal said. The midwife wiped Lawson off and placed him on my chest. A feeling of euphoria filled my body. I just gave birth to my first child.

I couldn’t speak in fear that it would ruin the moment, so I cradled my small baby boy against my chest his, soft cries bringing tears to my own eyes.

“You did great, princess. God, I love you so fucking much.” Tears welled up in Royal’s eyes as well, and as he pushed my sweaty hair from my face and planted a kiss against my cheek. I wondered how we got here. To the point of finally having kids and getting married. It was a journey I could only dream of.

“Olivia and Mark are going to be so happy.” I smiled down at little Lawson who was still getting use to the bright lights above us.

“Yes they sure will. Grandma and Grandpa already love you and they haven’t even seen you yet,” Royal spoke to Lawson, bending down into his face. That was the strange thing about love. It brought people back together.

Olivia and Mark ended up working everything out and remarried three years ago.

I’ve never seen two people so happy to be together. Their love was the storybook kind. They endured the worst, while still managing to hold onto each other through all the pain. They weathered the storm because the love they had for one another was deeper and bigger than anything else.

“I love you, Noelle, and nothing is ever going to change that. Thank you for giving me my son, and for being the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Tears streaked down my cheeks.

I loved my stepbrother.

I loved Royal Black more than words could describe.

He belonged to me, and I belonged to him.





The End.