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Best Part of Me -Chapter 39

Warning: some smut

Tagging: @innerpaperexpertcloud, @c-a-v-a-l-r-y, @alievans007, @ocfairygodmother

“Learning anything new and exciting?”

He glances up from the file folder spread open in front of him, giving her a smile and a wink as she steps out onto the patio that sits off the master bedroom. Hair still damp from a shower and clad in one of his t-shirts. Even after six and a half years of living under the roof and despite her multitude of clothes that take up nearly all the dressers and three quarters of the closet, she still insists on wearing his things. Claiming they’re more comfortable and ‘roomy’; that being able to smell him...have him THAT close...helps her sleep better. Especially when he’s away on a job.

“Nothing says excitement like reliving the day you nearly died.”

It has been easier than he thought it would be. The report Nik had typed out is clear and concise; simple and straight to the point. Bullet form. A minute by minute account of everything that went down on the Sultana Kamal Bridge; from the moment she and her team had arrived, until they’d successfully extracted Ovi. Nothing after that; no mention of her decision to leave them both on the bridge and that she’d had to be heavily persuaded to go back for them.

It’s disheartening; her refusal to to admit to her shitty decisions and her willingness to sacrifice two of her people. She’s shown no signs of true remorse for that day; knowing what would have happened if Asif’s people found them alive on that bridge. All the sick and twisted shit that he would have done to Esme over the course of a day. Or week. Maybe even months. Yet she simply didn’t care.

“Key word being ‘nearly’,” she says, as she stands behind his chair, chin resting on his shoulder and her hands on his chest; palms slowly running down to his abs before sliding back up again. And she circles his neck with both arms and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Nearly died,” she stresses. “You didn’t. You made it out of there and that’s all that matters.”

Smiling, he turns his face into hers and kisses her softly. “Kids asleep?”

“The whole litter of them. Oldest to youngest. And why are you reading that anyway? Of all the files she gave you, it had to be the Dhaka one?”

“There’s still some things that are fuzzy for me. Things I still don’t remember after that little bastard shot me. There’s bits and pieces but none of them fit together. Some of them, I’m not even sure if they’re real or not or if they’re just what my brain has made up."

“Everything you need to know, I’ve already told you a thousand times. There’s nothing else, I swear. I wouldn’t keep anything back from you.” She reaches for the folder and pulls it closer; a frown creeping across her face as she studies the words. “Why is there such a huge chunk of things missing at the end? That…” she taps her fingernail against the paper. “...is NOT how things happened. Who wrote this?”

“Nik.”

“Oh color me surprised. I notice she left out the part when she tried to prevent anyone from helping you. Or how she lowered her gun and had she NOT and been covering you like she was SUPPOSED to, she probably would have seen Farhad and been able to take him out before he took you out.”

"You think that’s bad, go to page one and see what she said about us.”

“About us?”

“Dhaka us. The five days. Read it.”

“How bad is it?”

“Just check it out. It’s not as bad as it is amusing. Trust me. It even made ME laugh.”

“Don’t make me hate you for this.” she grumbles, and then picks up the report and retreats to the other side of the table; slipping into the chair across from him. Knee bent and foot on the seat, papers resting against her thigh, eyes widening and a smirk tugging at her lips as she reads the words in front of her. “We ‘engaged in ‘unprofessional and wholly inappropriate behaviour over the course of five days. Putting the mission in potential jeopardy. Both will be reprimanded’. Are you kidding me right now? We put the mission in jeopardy? How? We did everything we were sent there to do. Granted, we weren’t sent there to do each other, but…”

“I have to agree with the inappropriate part. There were a lot of inappropriate things a good girl like you let me do.”

“You’re going to complain about it seven years later?”

“I am not complaining. Far from it. When I have to resort to doing things on my own, it’s those five days I immediately think about. Especially when you begged me to fuck you up the a…”

“We don’t need to talk about it!” she interjects. “What is the one rule?”

“Throw dirty laundry in the hamper and don’t leave the toilet seat up.”

“Okay, that’s two and three. Number one is we don’t talk about THAT. If we do it, we don’t have to talk about it.”

He grins. “I don’t know how you can do it but be too embarrassed to talk about it.”

“It doesn’t have to make sense. Just follow the rule. That’s all I ask. And reprimand? Is she for real? What was she going to do about it? Fuck all. She was just bitter that she wasn’t getting dicked down for five days straight. And worried you weren’t going to call her up anymore for booty calls.”

“I would have called you up for booty calls instead.”

“What were you going to do? Fly all the way to Colorado to get laid?”

“If I had to. Or you could have come out here. I wouldn’t have argued.”

“Maybe I would have showed up and liked it...and you...so much that I decided to never leave. What then?”

“I would have let you stay.”

“Really…” she combs her fingers through her damp hair and then secures it in a ponytail with an elastic she sports on her wrist. “...you would have been fine with me just showing up on your doorstep?”

“As long as you gave me head when you got there. I wouldn’t have cared if you just decided to move in."

“I was not going to share the bathroom with a chicken."

“I would have put up walls and a door to keep her out. Just for you.”

Esme grins. “Now THAT’S love.”

“Or you just give head that good.”

“Well you haven’t had in issue with my technique in seven years so….” she places her other foot on the chair now, then tugs the bottom of the shirt over both knees. “...I think it’s safe to say you enjoy it.”

“You think? I think it’s pretty obvious I do. I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“So THAT’S why you stick around. It has everything to do with how happy I make your dick and nothing to do with the fact you’re wildly and crazily in love with me.”

“My dick is happy,” he confirms. “Very happy. But sticking around has everything to do with me being wildly and crazily in love with you.”

“I knew it,” she grins. “I’m your favourite.”

“Yup,” he agrees with a slow nod. “You certainly are.”

****

A comfortable, companionable silence falls between them, and he turns his attention to the other folders in front of him. The information that has been dug up on them spans a little more than two decades; back to when he was graduating high school and she was just starting it. Everything and anything; what their grades were like, what kind of impression they made on teachers and fellow students, the extra curricular activities they were involved in. Starting when they were teenagers and stretching all the way until his departure from New Zealand. Nothing after that. Just a brief mention that they were both ‘retired’ and raising a family in Australia. Thankfully no mentions of the kids’ names or where they attend school. Had he seen THAT, there would have been hell to pay.

“So are we going to talk about it?” Esme inquires. “The elephant in the room?”

“Which one?”

“The whole goddamn herd, I guess. Did you talk to Ovi?”

“I went over there when we got back and he was trashed. I guess he’s taking the breakup with Chloe a lot harder than he’s been letting on. And I’m not good with that sort of thing so I just said I was sorry and got the fuck out of there. He wasn’t in any shape to talk about his old man.”

“As sad as I am for him, I’m glad she’s gone. As soon as she started pressuring him about the job and engagement rings and planning a wedding, I knew he needed to get rid of her. He’s way too young to worry about all that crap.”

“Why worry about engagement rings and weddings when you get think about taking over your father’s drug empire.”

“He is way too smart for that. He saw the way his father ruined peoples’ lives; everything that happened in Dhaka happened because of him. If he hadn't been such a scumbag, none of that would have ever gone down. Asif never would have grabbed his kid and you never would have had to get involved and you never would have nearly died. Or had to go through months of hell afterwards and have the issues you do now.”

“You’ve forgotten one big thing. If there’d been no Dhaka, there'd be no us. We never would have met. None of our kids would be here. And despite what happened on that bridge, I’m actually glad Dhaka happen because I’m pretty fucking happy with the life I have now. I’d do it all again...including getting shot in the throat...if it meant I’d have you and my kids.”

“Baby…” she smiles. “...you have these moments where you are the cutest fucking thing on earth. And it’s nice to think about it that way, I guess. Normally I’m looking at all the shitty things Dhaka brought about. It’s kind of hard not to sometimes. It’s caused a lot of damage. To both of us.”

Tyler nods in agreement.

“But…” she stretches out one of her legs and places her foot in his lap. “...I am glad that we met. Even if it was in a messed up way. Even if we did engage in…” she picks up the report once more and reads from it. “...’unprofessional and inappropriate behaviour’. What a bitch.” She drops the paper on the table and slides it towards him. “So what is this business? That Salena...ALLISON...is part of?”

“SA-RAV Enterprises. Everything reads exactly the way she described it. They’re a private security company specializing in neutralizing threats. And they don’t come cheap. Whoever they’re used to dealing with, they’ve got big money. A week’s worth of their help costs more than any payout I’d ever seen working for Nik.”

“Where would Neysa get that kind of money?”

“They’re probably doing her job for free. It’s owned and operated by her brother in law. No way she’d be able to afford what they charge. I don’t think they were that well off, were they? Saju was ex special forces, yeah? Probably was getting some kind of benefits plus whatever Mahajan was paying him. Which couldn’t have been much considering he had his assets frozen.”

“And speaking of Mahajan,” she fidgets with loose threads on the hem of the t-shirt. “What are we going to do about him?”

“WE, aren’t going to do anything.”

“Okay, let me rephrase that. What are you YOU going to do about him?”

“You realize killing him won’t actually solve anything, right? That it will only make things worse? If I kill him, that will only piss his people off even more and it’ll make whatever they have planned a hundred times worse. Killing him does nothing.”

“He deserves to die.”

“I agree. But there’s other ways to go about getting rid of him that don't involve me being the one that does it. I do it and word gets out that it was me? Things will just escalate. And they’ll do even worse shit to you and the kids and that’s not a chance I’m willing to take.”

“So what are you going to do? Do we just sit back and wait for them to come to us?”

“Hell no.”

“You still want to find out their names, don’t you. You still think that it would be better to go get to them first.”

Tyler nods.

“You’re going to just go and track them down and then what?”

“Kill them. Whichever way I have to.”

She gives a small sigh.

“What? You don’t think it’s a good idea?”

“I think it’s risky. I think it’s something you wouldn’t be able to pull off on your own. There could be three people, there could be thirteen, there could be thirty. At least tell me you’ve considered that. That you’re not going to do this alone.”

“I don’t know if it’s something I’m going to do at all. I need to think about it. I need to talk to Saju’s brother; see if he can find out exactly who these people are. And if he’ll even give me their names. He might just tell me to fuck off and to stay out of his shit.”

“But if he can get their names and you do decide to go ahead with it, at least tell me you won’t do it alone.”

“You don’t think I can handle it?”

“That’s not it. At all. I KNOW you can handle it. But I’d also feel a hundred times better if you weren’t by yourself. Because you know as well as I do how quickly things can go to shit and I’d rather someone there...having your back...if that happened. This doesn’t have to be a suicide mission, Tyler.”

“I know,” he squeezes her foot, then lays a hand on either side of it, rubbing his palms up and down. “And if it would make you feel better…”

“It would. It wouldn’t make me feel a lot better.”

“...then I’ll take someone with me. I’m going to need Ovi anyway. As a translator.”

“Whoa...whoa...whoa! When I said take someone with you, I meant someone with experience. Someone who’s been in the job before or at least in the military. He’s a kid.”

“He’s twenty.”

“He’s a kid,” she stresses. “And okay, fine, you need a translator. But you also need someone to have your back. Not someone who is going to piss his pants out of fear. There is no way he is capable of handling something like that. There’s not even enough time to properly train him now.”

“I have three weeks. At least. As long shit doesn’t hit the fan until then…”

“That is not enough time for Ovi and you know it. There has to be someone else. Someone that has actual experience. What about Koen? Or Rata? They were both SASR with you so you know what kind of soldiers they were. It would make more sense to talk to one of them with you.””

“They’ve been out of the military for a while,” Tyler reminds her. "They’d be kind of rusty.”

“At least they’d know what they’re doing. What about that Marine from Ireland? The one Mark brought along. Who got the kids out in the end.”

“Nathan.”

“What about him? He’s young, dependable, in good shape.”

Tyler grins. “You were checking out his ‘shape’?”

“Baby, I get to share a bed with you every night. I get to see you naked all the time. There’s no guy on earth that can compete with you. Have you seen your body lately?”

“I look at it from time to time.”

“Your one arm is bigger than both his thighs put together practically. I mean he’s in good physical condition and can handle the job. He doesn’t need any training. He’s ready and willing to just pack up and go whenever you call him. He already told you that. That’s who you should take with you.”

“We don’t even know if I’m going anywhere yet.”

“I can tell when your mind's made up about something, Tyler. I know you’ve pretty much made your decision and that this is what you’re going to do. And I also know it doesn’t matter what I say at this point. I won’t be able to change things.”

Sighing heavily, he leans back in his chair and rakes his hands through his hair, then runs his palms over his face. “I don’t want you hating me over this.”

“Why would I hate you? I could never hate you. If you feel this is what you have to do….”

“I don’t know what else to do,” he admits. “I can’t just sit back and wait for them to show up here. And killing Mahajan will do nothing but make things worse. If I can get to them before they get to us…”

“And if you can’t? If you’re over there and we’re here and they do get to us, what then? Then we’re here alone and you're thousands of miles away.”

“There’ll be people here. With you and the kids. I’m not going to leave you here alone. And you heard Salena or Allison or whatever the fuck her name is. Her people are keeping an eye on things. If they know there’s a threat coming, they’ll get you out of here. If they can put Neysa in a safe house, they can do it with you and the kids.”

“This is crazy. You know that, right? That this whole thing is insane? You’re going into Mumbai with a bounty on your head. Is that what you want? Every gun there will be pointed at you. How are you going to avoid that?”

“What do you want me to do?” he asks, irritability creeping into his voice. “Do you want me to stay here and let them come to us? Or do you want me to go and take care of things before they get the chance to come here? What do you want from me? Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”

“I don’t know,” she tearfully admits. “I don’t know what I want you to do. I just know that I want you to still be alive at the end of all this.”

“You have to trust me.”

“I do trust you. This isn’t about trust, Tyler. This is about not wanting to lose you. And don’t start with the whole ‘you’re strong, you’ll be fine without me’ crap. Just don’t. That’s not what I need to hear. Can I do it on my own? Of course I can. But I don’t want to. I don’t want a life that doesn’t include you. I don’t want to raise these kids by myself. I want to do it with you. Like we planned. And I want us to grow old and gray and miserable together and enjoy grandchildren and great grandchildren.”

“Great grandchildren? I’m not going to live to be a hundred and twenty.”

“I don’t want to do this alone. I need you. And our kids need you.”

“Which is why you need to trust me. You need to trust that I will do anything to come home. There’s nothing...no one...that can stop me from getting back to you and the kids. I am asking you to trust me.”

“I do. You know I do. You’re the only person I DO trust.”

“Waiting for things to go to shit is the wrong way to handle this. So unless you have a better idea…”

“I don’t. I honestly don’t. But can you at least wait two weeks? That’s all I’m asking of you. That you wait until after Millie’s birthday.”

“I already said I would. I wouldn’t do that to her.”

“And at least wait until you talk to Saju’s brother before you make your final decision? Because he must already have a plan to deal with these people that won’t involve you going to Mumbai. Can you do that for me? Just hold off on making a decision until then?”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. You know that.”

“I do,” she admits “And I love you so much for it. For so many things. And I’ll support you; no matter what. But I need you to come home. No matter what you have to do to get here.”

***

He takes his time worshipping her.

Soft, moist kisses that begin at the top of her feet and moving slowly up her legs; fingertips and calloused palms skimming along the backs of her calves and thighs. Each feathery press of his lips...each gentle nibble of teek and light suckle...igniting every nerve ending. Every inch of her body drawn tight; sweat beading on her goose bumped prickled sin, heart racing and her breathing ragged. One hand tightly gripping the edge of the pillow her head rests upon, the others clutching the sheets below.

It’s rare for the pace to be this languid. Their style has always been been rough and almost furious; her enjoying his aggression and his no holds barred approach to fucking. Once he is into that ‘zone’...losing himself in the act and the way he is allowed to ‘manhandle’ her and speak to her...he is very much the Tyler he is while on the job. Edges raw and ragged, voice low and demanding, his tough tough and almost merciless. But these moments, when it is all about her pleasure and teasing her and edging her to the point she feels as if she can’t take anymore, are phenomenal. He’s always been a selfless and considerate lover; concerned more about her pleasure than his own. When she allows him to be this way..to take his time...the results are mind blowing; orgasms more intense and powerful and lasting longer. The kind that leave you completely and utterly spent afterwards; entire body trembling and tears streaming down her face.

She cries out when he finally puts his mouth on her. Two of his fingers spreading those full, moist folds and his lips latching onto her clit; soft suckling and gentle grazing of teeth before his tongue take over. Long, slow licks alternating with more aggressive and hungry laps. One of her hands settles on the back of his head and the other reaches for his own, bringing it up to her breast. Rough palms and nimble fingers proceeding to caress and cup, pinch and twist. A powerful combination when paired. with that attentive tongue and two fingers that repeatedly thrust inside of her; stilling and easily finding that secret spot she’d always thought was a myth until -years ago- he’d proven otherwise. Bringing her to the very edge of completion before stopping entirely; listening to her mewls of disappointment as he uses the tip of his tongue to lick a long, lazy path from her clit to the to her lips. Pausing briefly to delve into her navel, then pulling back to blow a steady stream of hair onto the moistened spot before continuing his ascent to her mouth. Allowing her to taste herself on his lips and tongue, muffling her cry of pleasure when he pushes into her with one smooth, solid thrust; that initial moment of penetration almost enough to make her come. And he angles his hips just right; each forward movement causing friction against her clit.

Her hands explore the bulging, tense muscles of his shoulders and biceps as he bears his weight on outstretched arms; fingernails digging -almost painfully- into his forearms. A mixture of kisses are exchanged; soft pecks with short breaks in between, closed mouth open closed mouth, tongues frantic and needy. And her teeth capture his bottom lip when he pulls away; hard enough to break the skin and draw blood. His tongue sweeps away the crimson drops and he smirks, pulling out completely before driving back into her; a thrust so powerful that pushes her up the bed.

“More…” she pants. “...I need more.”

He understands; not needing further encouragement or instruction. An arm curling around her waist as he pulls out once more, effortlessly flipping her onto her stomach; one hand on either side of her head and her legs barely parted as he pushes back into her. Sucking and licking at her shoulders and the nape of her neck, marking the soft, pale flesh as his thrusts become stronger. Sweat drips from his forehead and the end of his nose; the drops splashing onto her skin and glistening in the moonlight that streams through the windows. Listening to her cries and moans and sighs of pleasure, slightly muffled by her pillow; seeing the way her fingers claw and dig at the sheets. And when her noises become louder and more insistent, he slides a hand between her and the mattress and rubs at her clit.

When she comes she buries her face in the pillow. His name exploding from her mouth; chanting it over and over again like a well rehearsed prayer. Decreasing volume and urgency until it becomes nothing than a whisper. And with two thrusts he’s coming as well, dropping his forehead onto her shoulder and sucking at the tender, smooth skin; chest heaving, arms trembling, perspiration dripping as he empties himself inside of her. Murmuring into her hair that he loves her. That he’ll always love her. Only her. And that he’ll find a way back to her no matter what.

Afterwards they lie together; content and spent. Him on his back and her on her side; tucked securely into him, both of his arms around her slender body, as tight as she can possibly stand. He’s grown to love these moments after; the feel of her against him, the smell of her hair, her warm breath against his skin. He’d never taken the time before; no other woman in his life had warranted that level of attention and affection. Yet it’s always felt so normally with her. So natural. So comfortable. And his eyes are closed as her hand lazily slides up and down his side; from underneath his arm to his hip. A soft, soothing feeling that lasts several minutes before he feels her fingertips gliding over each rib and tracing his tattoo. The one he’d gotten in memory of his son many years before.

“It always feels so good,” she says, her voice sleepy, breath tickling his chest. “Being with you. Not just sex. Or love making. Or whatever you want to call it. But this. Afterwards.”

It’s always been one of his favourite moments, too. Holding her as they engage in quiet conversation; those whispered confessions and groggy laughs and good natured teasing. And he’d never thought he’d be that type; to indulge in the softer, more intimate moments after sex.

“I love the way they feel,” she continues. “Your arms. How they’re so big and so strong yet they’re so comfortable and warm all at the same time. It’s like they know when I’m in them. They know to be more soft and sweet.”

Tyler smiles at that, then drops a kiss on the top of her head. He supposes in a way that she’s right; that his body has become so accustomed to hers that he doesn’t even have to concentrate on being more gentle. It just happens.

“I remember that second night in Dhaka...after the first time we...you know…”

He grins. “Fucked?”

“If you feel the need to THAT crude about it.”

“There’s no other way of describing what happened. That’s exactly what we did. Four times.”

“Yeah…” she giggles. “I guess that is the most accurate description. But I remember waking up in the middle of the night and you were fast asleep and you had both arms around me and it felt so...I don’t know...perfect. I felt secure. Protected. Like you’d do anything to keep me safe.”

“I would have. Even then. Just like I would now.”

“I remember being worried you’d wake up and be embarrassed. That you were holding me like that.”

“Why would I have been embarrassed?”

“I don’t know. I thought you’d done it in your sleep. Instinctively. That you didn’t actually MEAN to do it. So if you woke up, you’d be mortified that you got that close to me.”

“We were already naked in bed together. That’s pretty damn close.”

“I don’t mean in that way. I mean emotionally. There’s something emotional about it. Personal, even. THAT kind of intimacy. Anyone can fuck and just roll over and fall asleep afterwards. And I thought you’d wake up and and be like ‘what the fuck?’ and be grossed out by the idea of having ‘feels’ or developing ‘feels’ for someone you just met.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you overthink things?”

“My husband. At least twice a week, every week, for the last six and a half years.”

“He’s a smart man.”

“He is. A lot smarter than anyone gives him credit for. Definitely not just a pretty face.”

Grinning, he combs her fingers through her hair and presses his lips to her forehead. “I have a confession to make.”

“Oh no,” Esme groans.

“It’s not bad. It’s about that night.”

“Okay…” her fingers move up to the tattoo on his collarbone, near his right shoulder.

“I didn’t do it in my sleep. Holding you like that. I woke up and you were out like a light and your head was on my arm; it had fallen asleep and I couldn’t even feel it anymore. I didn’t have the heart to wake you up. And honestly? I didn’t want to. So I just rolled over and put my other arm around you and went back to sleep. So it was intentional. I totally meant to do it.”

“Tyler Rake,” she grins up at him. “You big softy.”

“It felt..I dunno...good. It felt right. I liked having you there with me. In my bed. And not just sexually. But everything afterwards. Things I never stuck around long enough to experience with anyone else. I never wanted that. Until you came along.”

“And you say you’re not cute. You’re so cute it hurts.”

“You know I hate being called that right? With a passion. But I’ll let you have it this time.”

“Like you have a choice,” she teases, and presses a kiss to his lips. “And I’ve always loved your arms. Then, now, everything in between. They’ve changed and always felt different but same all at once. It’s the same with your body. It’s different now than it was then, but you still feel the same. You’re still you. Does that make sense?”

Tyler nods. “Same way your body’s changed yet it feels the same to me. It’s familiar. In a good way. A very good way.”

“Yeah,” she smiles, then kisses his cheek and nuzzles the side of his neck with the tip of her nose. Against the tattoo that resides there and the scar left behind from Dhaka. “I’m scared,” she admits.

“Of what?”

“That something will happen to you. That you won’t come back. At least not alive. And then I won’t get to feel this again; your arms around me.”

“Baby..” he pushes his hand through her hair, pecks the bridge of her nose. “...it’s okay.”

“And I’m sorry. For all the times I’ve not fully appreciated it; having your arms around me. Because I’ve just assumed they’d be there. That YOU’D be here. And I never meant to take them for granted. YOU for granted.”

“I have never...ever...felt like you did. Not once. In the seven years we’ve known each other.”

“But I’ve felt that way,” she tearfully confesses. “I’ve felt that I’ve taken you for granted. Just assuming you’d always be around. That I’d wake up in the mornings and you’d just be here.”

“And I will be here. I promise. I’m coming back. Nothing can stop me from coming home to you. Nothing.”

“I’d miss you. So much. Everything about you. The way you smile at me when you first wake in the morning; when your hair is messy and you’re still sleepy and kind of disoriented. And the way you laugh and the way your voice sounds. The way you smell and how sometimes you take my face in your hands when you kiss me. And how you let me stand on top of your feet so I can hug you back properly. All those little things that make you, you. I’d miss it all and I hate that there’s times I haven’t appreciated them. And I’m sorry. If I ever made you feel that. Like I didn’t appreciate you being in my life.”

“I have never...ever...felt like that,” Tyler assures her. “Not once in seven years.”

“And I’m sorry for those six months. I never should have let it drag on like that. But I was so hurt and so scared and I didn’t know what to do to help you and I couldn’t have that around the kids. Drinking THAT much and taking the Oxy and…”

“Esme...stop…” he gently places his hand on her throat; chin resting in the space between his thumb and forefinger, turning her face up towards him. “ I deserved that six months. I was a fucking mess, and you and the kids did NOT deserve to see that. You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m the one that’s sorry. That I wasn’t strong enough to stop that shit.That I wasn’t able to be the man you wanted me to be. That you NEEDED me to be.”

“You’ve always been that man, Tyler. Always.

“It’s going to be okay.. No matter what choice I make, no matter what happens, everything is going to be fine. WE’RE going to be fine.

She sniffles. “You promise?”

“Want me to do a pinky promise like I do with Millie?”

She grins. “Just promise me and then kiss me. That’ll do .”

“I promise you,” he says, and then kisses her. Long and soft and sweet; her face gently cradled in the palms of his hands.

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