by Sienna Grant
“Come on Princess, let’s go. The sooner we’re in there, the sooner we can get home and be free to start our life together.” She nods her head and opens the door to get out.
“Alexia, if you’d like to come in,” she nods at the lawyer. Lex, gets up and takes my hand. We take a seat in front of the desk. “Would you like a drink?”
“No thank you.” Mr Roberts sits at his desk and looks through the papers on his desk, “How are you feeling Alexia?”
“I’m okay, I’ll be better when this is over and done with.”
“Let’s get started then,” he smiles at Lex kindly, “Right then, as you know he was a heavy drinker, he had a car accident on the M6. As far as I know he was heading northbound out of London,” I feel myself tense up, what was he doing in London. Blake squeezes my hand.
“I don’t know all the details, but I do know he was involved in a three-car pile-up, and it has been said it was his fault, the police have been trying to get in touch, but couldn’t reach you or your parents…”
“My parents are on holiday, they’re out of the country at the moment and I changed my number that’s why they couldn’t get hold of me. Mr Roberts was anyone else injured?” She bites down and tenses her jaw in anger, no sadness, just anger.
“One lady in her 40’s is critical at the moment, but they have said she should pull through. The other people involved have minor injuries and are very shaken, all of this information is unofficial until you speak to the police but with everything you’ve gone through, it shouldn’t be a problem. You are still Mr Benton’s next of kin at the end of the day, and you have a right to know.” Lex is nodding her head at him, taking in the information.
“Now here’s a number for the officer in charge of the case if you’d like to ring him. What I can tell you is; he was drunk. He drifted into the next lane, the police will tell you all the details, but that’s it for me really.” He’s looking at Lex with some kind of pity, a look that says ‘I’m sorry, but I’m not really,’ she raises chin, breathes deeply and with clarity.
She stands and shakes his hand, “Thank you, Mr Roberts; for everything.” She smiles at him, “Thank you so much for all your help,” we shake hands.
“You’ve got my card Mr Davids, anything you need in the future please don’t hesitate to contact me.” I nod my head, thank him again and lead Lex from the office to the car.
I open her door so she can get in.
Once in the car she lets out a huge sigh, she turns her head to face me “Thank God that’s over, I could do with a stiff drink around about now,” I put my hands on either side of her face.
“You’re mine now, all mine. You’re free sweetheart.” I kiss her lips tenderly.
Adele is on in the background singing ‘Make You Feel My Love’, so I make Lex feel every bit of my love for her. I break from her, “I love you, so much Lex. I’m gonna tell you that every single day. You’re my Princess. Now let’s go home.” She nods her head, wipes her eyes, blows out a cathartic breath.
Lex puts her seatbelt on and we go home to pack the rest of the flat up. Jack and Mason are coming around later to get everything moved to our house so we can get them both settled.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
ALEXIA
Three Weeks Later
Things have calmed down a lot since we had the news about Paul. I rang the officer in charge of the case, we were chatting for about half an hour, he told me Paul caused the accident – which I knew.
Paul was three times over the legal limit and was swerving all over the place, he fell asleep at the wheel, drifted into the fast lane, a car travelling at speed hit him, he spun and hit another and collided with the central reservation. The fire brigade had to cut him from the car, he’d stopped breathing, they worked on getting his heart started for 30 minutes, but his injuries were too serious and died on the road.
The woman who was critical did pull through I’ve heard since then, a couple of broken bones, scratches and a few cuts bruises but that’s it, she did have a bleed on the brain though from the impact, but she’s home now.
I can’t even bring myself to be sad about it, the day we left the lawyers office, I cried, but I cried for me, for Grady, for the fact we can now have a normal life. One that’s filled with love and hope for the future, not one lived in fear and wonder where the next slap or punch will come from, or even the next insult or berating comment.
I’m a huge believer in fate and meeting Blake was my destiny, he is my path to a better life, a better me. I’ve gone from hardly having any family at all to having a few of them and they all hold a special place in my heart, the heart that was locked up tighter than Fort Knox, is now open and loves freely.
I’m also very hormonal too, and I cry at everything! When I rang and told Becka what the police said, she listened to me and went reticent at first; which isn’t Becka. Then she whooped and squealed so loud down the phone my ear was ringing.
“That is fucking karma…YES! I told you he would get his comeuppance, I know I shouldn’t be happy that someone has died but fuck that Lex he made your life hell, he fucking deserves it everything he got!”
I can just see her now fist-pumping the air as I told her. I have to agree with her though he did and everyone said the same thing.
Today’s the day we have a dating scan, and we find out just how far along I am, Blake is more nervous than me, his knee is bouncing, and he’s clutching my fingers tight, “Blake it’s just a scan it’ll be okay, I promise.”
“I know, I don’t like hospitals,” he answers nodding his head.
“Alexia Williams please,” I get up and pull Blake along with me, “Hi have you got a full bladder today.”
“Hi and yes I have, I don’t know how I’ve held it.” The midwife smiles and leads us to a room. She tells me to get on the bed, so I hop on, and she takes my blood pressure. She tells me she’ll be back with the sonographer soon.
Blake is rubbing my belly and plants a kiss there when the sonographer comes in, “Right then let’s see what’s going on with this little one.” She lifts my jumper and pulls my leggings down a little to just under my small bump, it’s barely noticeable with my clothes on.
“This will be a little cold,” I gasp from the coldness of the gel, Blake is holding my hand and has a smile from ear to ear on his face, she places the scanner in the gel and spreads around over my abdomen, I can hear a whooshing sound.
Blake glances at me, I smile at him, the sonographer tells him that’s the heartbeat, his face lights up, he kisses my knuckles. “Right then, if you look there,” she points to the screen where the blob is on the screen, “that is your baby,” he looks closer for a better look.
“That blob is our baby, really?”
“It sure is, and everything is looking just fine, you are 8 weeks, and 4 days along so not too far off the GP’s dates, would you like a picture, you won’t see much, though.” We both nod frantically.
Blake gets out of his chair and kisses my lips, “That’s our baby,” he says in bewilderment, he keeps looking at the screen to make sure he’s seen it properly.
“Thank you, Princess,” his eyes are glassy from unshed tears in his eyes, he kisses me again.
He thanks the sonographer and then again for the picture, “You can clean yourself up now, and I’m sure you’ll be wanting the bathroom, look after her,” She nods pointedly at him.
“See you both soon for the next one,” she hands me some tissue to get rid of the gel on my belly, I right my clothes, go to the bathroom and relieve my bladder then we go to Harry’s to get Grady and show Harry the picture of his grandchild.
We decided to stay at Harry’s for the rest of the day, well, evening. Blake text Liv to come to her dad’s house after work. She now has her own car, much to Blake’s relief. We’re having a takeaway for tea, pizza and fries all round. Jack and a very heavily pregnant Amelia came around too, she’s only got 6 weeks left to go.
We talked with Liv most of the night
, trying to get some details from her about why she left Spain so abruptly. She still hasn’t given us a lot of details, the only bit of information I did get; it was a man that hurt her, but not to tell Blake that, she’d tell him eventually - he is very protective of his little sister. It was a great night, everyone had a look at the scan picture.
Grady played until he was so exhausted that he literally dropped, he grabbed his dummy and lay on the floor, and he was asleep in seconds.
“Blake I think it’s time we went, I think his batteries have finally run out,” I say to Blake laughing, he looks around me to see Grady fast asleep on the floor.
“Come on then Princess, let’s go home,” I melt every time he says that to me. HOME.
There was once a time where I thought I’d always be a victim and couldn’t see the light at the end of the dark tunnel I was in, but now, I know I was just trying to survive.
I am a survivor.
Blake is my home. My world. My life.
EPILOGUE
The last six weeks have flown by. Everything has settled down, Grady has settled down really well, and he and Max are the best of friends, he now sleeps upstairs outside of Grady’s door, we going out today to pick the wallpaper for the nursery, Grady is now almost 18months old and will be going to a big bed soon. I was going to just use Grady’s cot for the baby, but Blake says no.
We’re going to pick the furniture for the nursery too, I’m so excited I can’t wait. My hormones and my mood swings are a total bitch. I feel sorry for him most of the time. My sickness has stopped, and my blood pressure went back to normal after a week or so I just have to make sure I eat properly and often.
I stretch out in bed, Blake is asleep and so is Grady I can’t hear him anyway, Blake is wrapped around me as normal - holding me tight, I love it! I turn a little in his arms my head is lodged under his chin, I kiss his chest and work my way down, being pregnant has made so horny.
I think Blake has trouble keeping up with me. I get to his ripped stomach and lick down the heavenly V that he has. He doesn’t wear underwear in bed, he hasn’t since we moved in together. I lick the end of his rock hard dick, and he thrusts forward slightly, I inch down a little further and take him in my hand, I lick him from the base right up to the tip, and he moans huskily.
“Oh baby” I smile and take him entirely into my mouth.
I move up and down a few times, he places his hand on my head and strokes my hair, “That’s it baby, like that, faster,” I go faster like he asks until I know he’s about cum.
I suck and drag my lips back up and add in a slight scrape of my teeth and he thrusts up again. I release him and crawl back up his body, I take off my soaking wet knickers and straddle his legs, he positions me so I can lower myself on into him, I slowly bring myself back up and drop back down. Blake pinches my nipples and with how sensitive they are my orgasm peaks and within minutes Blake releases into me.
I drop onto his chest heaving. “Good Morning Princess.” I smile up at him, “You can wake me up like that every morning,” I lean up to him and kiss him, he demands entrance with his tongue and kisses me, he starts to pull away from me when we hear a little voice shouting.
“Daddy” I move off him and lie on my side and watch his cute arse walk into the bathroom. He comes back with a cloth, he cleans us up and puts some shorts on to go get the little monster.
Once breakfast was done, we went out to order furniture for the nursery and get the wallpaper. After 3 hours shopping, Grady and Blake were grumpy, and I was tired, my feet were killing me. Blake wanted to go to his dad’s so we made a stop off. We were there a couple of hours and Blake seemed really quiet.
“You alright babe,” I watched him move from the sofa and move towards the floor, my eyes widen as he gets on one knee. “What are you doing?” he winks at me.
“Lex. You came into my life when I least expected it, but I’m so glad you did because I wouldn’t change a thing now. You and Grady completely changed my life, and I can’t wait for this little one to be born too,” he leans forward, parts my knees and kisses my tummy.
The tears fill my eyes as I see him get a black velvet box out of his pocket, I put my hands over my mouth.
“You are it for me, no one can compare to you, you’re beautiful, and you have the biggest heart. You are my world princess, my heart, how would you like to be my Queen instead, will you marry me, sweetheart?” I’m completely lost for words, he opens up the box, inside there’s a full carat solitaire, princess cut diamond sitting in the box.
“Just for my princess.” The tears fall freely, “Yes, yes, YES. I’ll marry you!” I fling my arms around his neck and hug him hard, he kisses me all over my face and then my lips. He takes the ring from the box, and it's a perfect fit.
“I am the happiest man in the world right now, Lex, do you know that?”
“Yes because I feel the same way,” I answer softly. I’m admiring my ring when a thought pops in my head,
“um, babe, how did you know my size?” his eyes go wide.
“I took one of your other rings to the shop when I picked out the ring. Got them to size it up,” I smile at him and crook my finger at him and beckon him towards me, I pull him towards me when he’s close enough to grab hold of and kiss him again.
“Okay, you two that’s enough there’s little eyes about,” says Liv sighing. Blake looks to the side, out of the corner of his eye, separates our lips,
“go out the room them Liv,” he pushes his lips back to mine, and I can feel the smile on his lips as he kisses me again.
“Oh you’re so funny aren’t ya!” Liv says back to Blake as she forces a laugh out. Harry and Liv come over to me and congratulate us, Harry pulls me away from Blake so he can hug me, Liv does the same. Harry and Liv are hugging the life out of me when I hear the doorbell ring.
“I’ll go,” Blake goes to answer the door when he’s been a few minutes we start to wonder who it could be.
When Blake has been gone a few moments I start to get a little nervous, I’m watching the door for movement when Liv says exactly what I’m thinking. “I hope it’s not that bitch Cara, coming to ruin everything.”
“Olivia,” Harry is about to scold her when Blake walks through the door with a very handsome man, tall, dark features, very good looking – have I already said that.
“Hello, Olivia.” Oh my god and that accent is to die for!
“Emilio, what are you doing here?” Liv looks shocked as hell, I look to her and widen my eyes at her to say ‘wow’, she sighs heavily.
“You didn’t return, so, I travel to you,” Emilio says in a very heavy Spanish accent, good English though, I think I’m as shocked as Liv – nearly anyway, I think she may pass out.
“Dad, Blake, Lex, this is Emilio,”
Emilio smiles widely at us as he says, “Her husband…”
THE END!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sienna Grant is a 39year old married mother of three children from the UK. She loves reading, but her secret passion was to one day write her own book, so when she had to give up work, she decided to put pen to paper and jot down some ideas. After friends had pushed her to go for it, she did just that.
Picking Up the Pieces is her debut novel and is Book 1 of the Broken Series.
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A Sneak Peek to Mending the Pieces.
PROLOGUE
I sit on the front row of the chapel. My brother Blake holding one hand, my dad Harry holding the other one. I can feel the tears trickling down my cheeks and fall from my chin. I see a tear drop
onto my hand, I look up and directly in front of me is the mahogany coffin. She’s up there all alone, I cry a little harder. I look to my left at my dad, I squeeze his hand so as he knows I’m here for him too and he sobs into his other hand. I hate to see him like this.
I look the other way, Blake is crying silent tears, always the strong one; my big brother. I look past him and see the mega bitch Cara, Blake’s girlfriend, looking at her nails - bored.
What he sees in her; I have no clue! Fuck her I’ve not got time for her; todays about my mum and my family.
He must feel my eyes on him, because he glances sideways at me, wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulls me into his side and kisses the top of my head. I cry into Blake’s chest for what seems like hours. As I’m listening to the minister talking about my mum, in my heart she was my best friend. I’m 25 years old, how will I cope without her. We did everything together, we shopped, we went to lunch, the theatre. I’ll be so lost without her.
I’m pulled from my thoughts when we’re asked to stand, I watch the curtains begin to close. I can feel my legs giving way.
“MUM. NOOOO.” I feel myself being pulled up, “she’s gone, Blake!”
“I know baby girl, I know.” Dad takes me from Blake, holds me tight and leads me from the chapel.
I don’t remember the drive here. We’re sat in the ‘The Red Lion’ for mum’s wake. Dad didn’t want the mess at home, and this is one of the places where he and mum would come.
I feel the seat dip beside me. “Hey, baby. How are you holding up?”
“Hey Dad,” he wraps me up in one of his hugs that I love so much, the kind from when I was a little girl, and I sink into him.
My dad is my hero.
“What we will do without her Dad?”
“I’m not sure pumpkin, but I do know one thing; she’d want us to be strong, yeah?”
