Chapter 83 The house did not have enough space for the number of clothes and gifts that Gabrielâs parents and grandparents brought for the twins. Leila cried, and Alister held both of them with trembling hands. He had lost so much weight and I avoided talking to him much because it reminded me of the way my Grandpa first shrunk. They were happy great-grandparents though. Ralph spent every moment deciphering what the perfect name would be for the twins to call them since Grandpa seemed too boring.
Flise stuck with me though, making me promise I wouldnât leave them again, and then told me that if 1 didnât plan on shifting to the city, the entire family would buy houses in the neighbourhood and end up shifting here for the little ones I had laughed it off, but I wasnât entirely sure that she was joking, Two weeks after that, I woke up to Gabriel in the garden again. He spent an awful amount of time there every morning and told me he was working, so I never disturbed him.
Today, however, curiosity got the best of me and I went to the garden, even if to just watch him work.
He wasnât working.
He was... gardening.
I clear my throat to get his attention. What in the world are you doing?â
âGardening, he replies with a grin like it was the most obvious thing in the world. âDo you care to join?â
âNo!â I responded and he sprayed a little bit of water on my face in reply, then laughing. I flinched behind, and then glared at him.
âGabriel what?â
âA little birdie told me that this garden used to be filled with flowers before Jim got cancer. He gets up from his place. walking towards me.
Warmth spreads over me as I smile. âAlice told you?â
âMh-hm.â He nods standing in front of me with his hands crossed in front of his chest, his gaze laser focused at me.
It was unbelievable how handsome he could look in his cotton punts that were folded so they donât get soiled and the knitted vest he was wearing. I suddenly felt conscious of my baggy sweats and the messy bun situation I had going, but he still looked at me like I was the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
âI didnât have time to take care of my the garden after I had to take up two jobs, so you know, everything died.â 1 blushed.
He laughs, his laughter making my heart beat rapidly. âI am re-planting them for you âI didnât grow flowers in my garden. I grew capsicums and tomatoes and even limes. There were a few flowers too, but mostly vegetables.
âNow that I didnât know.â He looks disappointed. âAnd Iâm out here working on the soil quality, putting in fertilisers and 1 smile. âWhy were you doing it yourself?â I asked, âThe Gabriel (knew wouldâve hired someone to come and do it.â
âMaybe I am not the Gabriel you knew anymore.â He teased.
âMh him he chirped, âLike, for example, six weeks with you, and I havenât even tried to kiss you once.â
12:38 Tue, Jun 4 .
Chapter 83 âThatâs quite a change, yes, mumble even though I canât really hear my own voice over the distance between us.
If I donât step back, he would kiss me.
If I donât step back, he would kiss me, He doesnât kiss me.
He steps back âI dreamt of this since I was little, you know,â I say in hopes he wouldnât notice the red hue that creeps on my cheeks. âA small house. Four rooms. Five max. A wrap around porch. A garden where I grow flowers and vegetables, overlooking the kids play area. Maybe having a roof seating we could all see start from wouldnât be bad either.â
One corner of his lips turns upwards âAnd what about a husband who comes home to you every day?
And that, I beamed. âWork reminds me, what about your work: You ve been here for six weeks. How much longer are you going to be here and not go to the office? It needs you âNot more than I need my kids. Iâm going to be here when they crawl, or when they speak their first words. Iâm going to be here, every step of the way, for as long as youâre here:
âWhat if I stay here for the rest of my life Then Iâm here for the rest of my life..
And what happens when either of us want to move on?â
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âHuh?â Gabrielâs gaze snaps to me. âMove on âI mean, now the twins are small but once they grow a little and we can move out and about.â I ignore the pain that rises in me by the thought of me with someone else. Weâll eventually move on.â
âI am not moving on.â I hated the way his jaw tightened âAnd I am certainly not letting you âYou kind of donât get a say in that. We are divorced. I remind hen âBold of you to assume I didnât rip those papers in a hundred pieces when I found them.â He stares at me with a firm and hard gaze. âAnd even if we were divorced, bold of you to assume I would let you move on to another man.â
He takes a step towards me. I step back.
âYou think I would watch as another man takes you out on a first date? Another step closer. I step back.
âYou think I will watch another man kiss you!â Another step closer. Another step back.
âYou think I will watch another man marry you?â Another step closer. Another step back makes my back hit the wall.
1 gasp âYou think you will ever carry another manâs children?â He takes another step further dshake my head âThe ring you will wear will always be mine The bed you will sleep on will always be mine. The name you will carry will always to mineâ He growls, âMineâ
4 gulp my breath uneven and hot. âDo you want another man to touch whatâs mine, Freckles?â He asked, his hands on either side of me entrapping me between lum and the wall I shake my head in a small no.
âCenturies ago, sailors used to see a certain star in the sky to find their way home when they were at sea. It always pointed towards the North Pole.â He remembers softly.
âThe Polaris,â I remember, eyebrows furrowed.
âYouâre my Polaris, Sophiaâ He murmurs, âYouâre that star in my dark sky that I will always use to find my way home. Youâre my compass between right and wrong. You will always point towards home, because you are my home. Wherever you want.â
âGabriel.â I gasp, a slight warning in my tone.
My heart was beating rapidly in my chest.
âI know. I know. Youâre not ready for it yet. You want time. I f*cked up, and youâre not ready yet to fall into it with me completely yet.â He breathed, resting his forehead on mine. âBut whenever you are. Iâll be right here. Waitingâ
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