Wild Tears

Epilogue

Leah's POV :

The sound of running water fills the cosy kitchen, a soothing backdrop to the peaceful rhythm of my thoughts. As I stand at the sink, my hands immerse in warm, soapy water, I reflect on the life I was living now—a life that had once seemed like a distant dream, is now a tangible reality. 

It has been seven years since Ares and I embarked on this new chapter, leaving behind the shadows of our past and embracing a future define by love, peace, and joy. We both got married in England and it has become our sanctuary, a place where we built a life away from the chaos and troubles that had once consumed us. 

A smile tugs at my lips as I glance out of the window, the view of the serene garden a testament to the tranquillity that has become a cherished part of our daily existence. Ares has worked tirelessly to build a successful company, his dedication and determination evident in every aspect of our lives. But despite his achievements, he had chosen to leave behind the world of the mafia, a decision that has brought us the sense of normalcy and security we have yearned for.

Ares has every resource at his disposal—the ability to hire servants, drivers, and maids to cater to our every need. Yet, he had chosen simplicity, a life that revolved around the two of us. It was a choice that resonated deeply with me, a testament to the bond we shared and the priorities that had come to define our relationship.

The clink of dishes being set in the drying rack punctuates my musings, and I turn off the tap, my gaze drifting around the quaint kitchen that holds so many memories. Ares' footsteps echo from behind me, and I turn to find him entering the room, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of my reverie.

He just returned from work. His tie loosened, and the sleeves of his white shirt folded up to his elbow. His hair is a little messed up.

He approaches me and I dry my hands with a towel. A mischievous glint dances in his eyes as he closes the distance between us, his fingers lightly grazing my waist as he pulls me closer. His touch sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine, a familiar thrill that never failed to make my heart race.

"You know" He begins, his voice low and ting with playful seduction. "I can't help but think that you've cast a spell on me".

I chuckle softly, my gaze meeting his with a mixture of amusement and affection. "Oh, have I now? And what kind of spell would that be?".

His lips curve into a smirk, his fingers tracing a gentle path along my waist. "The kind that makes me lose my train of thought whenever you're around. The kind that makes my heart skip a beat when you smile".

I feel a warmth spread through me, his words igniting a familiar spark of desire. "Is that so?" I tease a playful glint in my eyes. "And what do you plan to do about this so-called spell?".

 Ares leans in, his breath tickling my ear as he whispers. "I thought I'd start by showing you just how spellbound I am" His lips brush against the sensitive skin of my neck, sending a delicious shiver through me.

I tilt my head slightly, allowing him better access, a soft sigh escaping my lips. "And how do you plan on doing that?".

His lips trailed a slow path along my jawline, his touch sending electric pulses of pleasure through me. "Well" He murmurs, his voice husky, "I could start by kissing you like there's no tomorrow".

Before I can respond, his lips capture mine in a searing kiss, a blend of passion and tenderness that leaves me breathless. Time seems to stand still as our lips move together in a dance of longing and desire, a testament to the spell we cast upon each other—a spell that is woven with love, connection, and the promise of an everlasting bond.

"Daddy?".

With a gentle push, I reluctantly break the kiss, my breath slightly unsteady. Ares turns around.

"Freya" He says softly, his voice a mixture of surprise and tenderness. "What are you doing here, sweetheart?".

 "Come here" He takes a step toward her, his arms open in a silent invitation. 

Freya's eyes widen, her gaze shifting between us before she takes a hesitant step forward. With a heartwarming smile, Ares scoops her up into his arms, and I feel a rush of warmth at the sight of them together—father and daughter, connected by a bond that is as strong as it is precious.

Yes, we're blessed with a baby girl. 

She is just two years old. Her looks are quite similar to Ares'. 

"Daddy, chocolates" She says, pulling his cheek.

"Oh yeah I remember my baby girl but don't eat them now" He says brushing the hair off from her face.

I bite my lower lip, suppressing a chuckle as I watch Ares interact with Freya, a mixture of amusement and affection filling my heart. He is every bit the doting father I have always known him to be, his love for her is evident in the way he holds her, in the way he speaks to her.

I still remember the day Freya was born. The way Ares panicked still makes me laugh. The way he was a bit hesitant to hold Freya in his arms. Then we were deciding names. I was the one who chose the name 'Freya'. This actually made Ares emotional because it reminded him of his sister. Well, that's why I named our daughter 'Freya'.

He vowed at that very moment that he will not treat our daughter the way his father treated his sister or the way my father treated me. 

She grins. "Okay, now stories" She demands as she rests her little head on Ares' shoulder.

"Sure sweetie".

Ares meets my gaze, a shared moment of tenderness passing between us. Our journey has been marked by challenges and triumphs, by the strength of our love and the unwavering bond we share. And now, as I look at Freya—our precious daughter—I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

"Did she have her dinner?" He asks. I nod a yes.

"Lemme take her to bed then and we will have our dinner" He winks at me making me giggle.

He walks out of the room along with Freya and takes her upstairs.

Our story, like life itself, is a tapestry of moments, woven with threads of joy, passion, and the unbreakable bond that is ours alone. For our love is a melody that will forever serenade our souls, a story that will be whispered in the wind, and a journey that will forever be written in the stars.

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And here it ends. Hope you guys enjoyed the story hehe...