Lost After Midnight

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Four years later::
~Amor's POV~

"How's Macaria doing?" Niki asks, walking to my desk and setting down another manuscript for me to read when I finish this one. She's only been working here a week, but it's like she's worked here for years. She's good at her job and she's a lot of help to me.
"Still as sick as a dog. Last night wasn't good for either of us," I say, rubbing my nose. She gives me a sympathetic look, sighing. "I'm sick now with the flu. Just lovely."
"You make me excited to have children of my own," she says sarcastically . "What if you're actually not sick and just pregnant?" I laugh at her suggestion.
"Trust me, I can't be pregnant; I would have to have sex in order for that to happen. And unless it's masturbating, nothing's going near there right now," I say. Over the last few years I've become more open and she makes it easy to talk about this stuff because she always does. Seriously, some of the stuff she has done makes me wonder if she should be out on the streets and not in a mental hospital.
"Bad dry spell?"
"Yes and no. We work things out...for each other." She giggles, straightening up.
"Well, I'm gonna let you go, so you can get back to your little angel." I roll my eyes. That little girl is not a angel unless she's sick; only then will she not cause trouble. Her and my brother are her friends...he taught her what a bread roller is truly for.
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The whole drive home I struggled against the extreme nauseous feeling in my stomach. My head is pounding and it's hard to keep my eyes open from the burning. My ears hurt and my body feels more exhausted than usual. And now I have to make sure my daughter isn't feeling the same.
"Mommy!" Mac shouts happily, running to the front door. I'm shocked by her activeness since this morning she couldn't even keep her food down. I force the most convincing smile amI can muster, my throat hurting the worst it's ever had...well maybe not the worst, but that was for other reasons.
"Hi, baby," I say, bending down a little and kissing her mop of dark brown hair that's almost black. It's so dark, almost like her fathers. She looks more like him than she does me.
"Come on!" She says happily, rolling me to my room. when she sees she has this thing where she won't sleep anywhere but my bed and refuses to wear anything other than her fathers shirts. I don't see Marcus anywhere, which worries me since he's supposed to be watching her.
"Wait, I have to take medicine," I say, needing to go to the bathroom first. She doesn't let go of my hand, just keeps pulling me. Mentally slamming head against a wall, I let her pull me where she wants.
"Hey," a comporting, deep, calming, heaven sent voice says from the bed. Maybe his voice sounds so good because I haven't heard it in person for long and have missed the hell out of him. I throw myself into Adriel's arms, nearly knocking out child out of the way. He wraps his arms tightly around me, kissing my cheeks repeatedly.
"I thought you weren't coming home until the first?" I ask, not letting him go. Mac presses herself against his other side, closing her eyes. The sight warms my heart to see how much she loves him and is happy he's back.
"Things changed," he says. I sigh, kissing his lips. He chuckles, pulling back and looking down at Mac with a smile. "I'm so happy to be back," he says, sighing. I smile up at him, the sudden spark of ember guy leaving and ten sickness coming back.
"I'm so happy to see you, but inner to use the bathroom immediately," I say. He lets me go, laughing quietly as Mac tightens her grips around him.
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"How're you feeling?" He asks, laying back down with me. I wrap my arms around him, taking in his comforting scent. It feels so good to have him home after almost a whole year. We've seen each other only over video chat and spoken through letters.
"Sick, I'm sorry I'm not well on your first day back. This is disappointing," I say, burying my face in his neck. He rubs my back, pulling my closer.
"Why?" He asks, moving his head so he's poking into eyes. I press my lips against his, suddenly not caring if I get him sick. I haven't seen him in so long and want to kiss every part of him to this is real.
"Because we can't do anything," I say against his warm lips. They're so soft and taste like the mint toothpaste we use. His hand enters my underwear, groping me in his calloused hand. It feels good to have someone other than myself touch me.
"Yes, we can."

AN: The end! I had to have them end up together in the very end! I love Luz, but I promise you guys he found someone who made him happy and got married 😂 tomorrow, Cold Hearted officially begins so make sure add it to your library, so you know when I update! I really hope you guys enjoyed the story!
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