Love Rekindled (Candle Light Book 2) (9 page)

Diana and her sons had become frequent fixtures in our lives these past few weeks. She’d become a close friend and with Joy we spent a lot of time together. Life was bright and hopeful again. But at the moment I was feeling anything but, with the pains cutting through me.

Something was wrong, something was very wrong.

Sandra, you need to get to the hospital, now!

“Kristy?” I cried clutching my belly.

“Sandra, what’s wrong?” Joy came round the table to stand beside me. We were out for lunch, taking a break from shopping for the babies. I had a month left before I delivered but at the moment it looked like it was going to happen sooner.

I’m sorry I couldn’t help you with Eric but I’m here now. Everything is going to be okay Sandra, I promise.

Kristy’s face was right in front of me… but wasn’t Joy standing there a few seconds ago?

“Kristy?”

“Oh God!” Someone call an ambulance!”

My vision wavered and I could feel myself slip. “Kristy please, not again. Don’t leave me…” The next pain hit me, sending me straight into darkness.

*

The beeping noise came through my hazy conscious first, then the light feathery touch on my face. My throat felt like I’d swallowed gravel and my lips and tongue were so dry.

“Sandra love, are you awake?”

I went to answer but my throat hurt when I tried to speak. I opened my eyes and stared at Ron. His eyes were swollen and red rimmed. Had he been crying? Why?

He held a cup in his hand and a straw to my lips, “Here drink this.”

I took several sips then spoke, “What happened?”

He set the cup down on the side table then crawled into bed with me. He moved me so that I settled comfortably against him. My stomach felt a little stiff from the movement but didn’t hurt. I ran my hand over my lower belly, it was heavily bandaged.

“The doctors had to perform a C-section. Worst hour of my life, waiting for you to come out of surgery. You suffered something called Placenta praevia. You were bleeding a lot but Joy and Diana got you to the hospital just in time.”

I rubbed my face against his chest. He was so comfortable. “The twins how are they?”

Ron didn’t respond, in fact his entire body went rigid and yet I wasn’t frightened.

“Ron, what’s up?”

“You’re calmer than we expected you to be.”

I shrugged, “Kristy warned me right before it happened.”

“Kristy?”

I shifted, looking up at him, “You find that hard to believe, don’t you?”

He exhaled loudly, “Well she still has conversations with her daughter so no, not really. It just scares me to think of what would have happened if she hadn’t, if you hadn’t gotten to the hospital in time.”

I settled back against him, “I’m glad we never get to find out.”

Just then, Kristy ran into the room loudly announcing herself. Morris and William followed each holding a blue bundle in their arms.

“You are a lot calmer than we expected you to be,” William commented with an impressed smile on his face.

“Yeah, we’d figured you’d be freaking out the second you woke up and realized the twins weren’t inside you anymore. When Ron texted you were coming round we stopped by the nursery and kidnapped our two nephews to get them here quick.”

I don’t think I’ve ever smiled so wide before. They were here, they were fine and they were safe. Kristy kept her promise. I had two healthy sons.

“I want to hold them.”

“One at a time,” Ron helped me sit up. I still felt a little weak and stiff but nothing was keeping me from holding my babies. Once I was situated, William placed my son on my arms while Ron took the other from Morris and held him close to me. They were beautiful and didn’t look the least bit alike.

“I can already foresee the trouble these two are going to get in with the ladies,” Morris wiggled his eyebrows making the guys laugh.

But I had this hesitation in my heart. What if they never got that far? What if what happened to Eric happened to them? I swear I wouldn’t survive it!

“Don’t worry Aunt Sandra. Mama says she’s keeping a close watch on them,” she wrinkled her nose, “She says they are going to be exactly like Uncle Ron. I don’t get it, why is that a bad thing?”

The room erupted in laughter. Great, I had two billionaire playboys in my future. I didn’t mind that one bit.

“So what are we going to name them?” Ron asked me. I had no idea.

“It’s the third of May,” Kristy spoke laying along my legs on her belly, her feet swinging back and forth, her eyes glued on the babies.

“Is that supposed to mean something pipsqueak?”

Kristy turned to glare at her Uncle Morris—she hated that nickname considering how tall she is for her age—then turned to face me.

“It’s Saint James and Saint Philip’s day celebrating two of the twelve disciples of Jesus. I think you should name them James and Philip, for good luck.”

“Your mom tell you this?” Ron asked.

She shook her head, “Mama says it would be wise not to name either of them Ronald. Double doomed whatever that means.”

I noticed the look on William’s face. It was that of awe. He always looked at his daughter in that way when she gave us a message from her mother. It was beautiful to see and I guess it reassured him that Kristy hasn’t left him.

He laughed, “I bet she did. Okay James and Philip it is.”

I leaned my head against Ron’s shoulder tired and content. “Everything is going to be alright from now on. I just know it.”

Ron kissed the top of my head, “No more living in fear, love.”

I sighed with relief. That was the best news I’d heard in a long time.
Thank you Kristy.

Thanks for reading Love Rekindled I hope you enjoyed the final installment of the Candle Light series. Make sure to read them in order. Lover Reaffirmed is the first book.

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I’m the last of my mom’s three girls and I’m also a twin (she is an author too). It’s a lot of fun playing tricks on people with my twin sister. We did so a lot when we were younger but not so much now. We were raised by my mother and we owe her so much and try to make her proud every single day.

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Damien Chan pulled his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose to give his eyes a clear view of the beauty that had just crossed in front of him on the other side of the pool. He hadn’t expected—well it was Miami and seeing beauties pool side was the norm of each day, but this one... there was something special about this one. He could tell by the way she walked in her six inch strapped sandals that exposed perfectly pedicured toes and sturdy ankles. There had to be a secret to balancing in those neck breaking heels and look so mouth watering doing so. He never understood why women tortured themselves trying to look taller, but he gained a whole new appreciation for the neck breakers. His eyes travelled up from the silver charm anklet that sat seductively around her ankle, to her caramel stiff shaped calf that spoke of how fit she was.

Damien loved a woman who kept fit. Nothing jiggled and she had a combination of tight and soft in all the right places.

His eyes journeyed up to her thighs—Damien smiled to himself—toned and jiggle free. Just the way he liked them wrapped around his waist.

Her thighs rounded up into a perfect ass partially exposed by the white swimsuit she had on, but tastefully covered by the see through thigh high robe that rode slapdash on her shoulders. The bottom of her swimsuit had golden circular hoops at both sides of her waist bone, clearly the only things holding the bottom pieces together. Very Victoria Secret like.

Damien shifted uncomfortably on his lounge chair. The bottom half of her had him so hard already he had to raise his knee to hide the evidence.

She turned around, giving him a back view of her body. He wished she would—

“Yes!” he whispered with a discreet air punch.

The flimsy robe slide down her arms so fluidly, like a gentle caress and pulled at her waist before she tagged it completely off and tossed it on the lounge chair. Damien had never felt so jealous of a piece of clothing before. What he would give to be that robe!

Her back was exposed, except for the thin straps that tied behind her neck and across her back to hold up the swimsuit. She had what looked like a delicate back, the outlines of her shoulder blades were visible and so was the hollow deep between that led to the round curve of the small of her back to the top of her ass. She had what looked like a tattoo there, but her dark complexion and the distance made it impossible to tell.

“Holy…” Damien breathed when she turned around.

It was official. He’d just spotted the sexiest woman in the world. Someone call the Guinness records guys! Such perfection should not go undocumented. Every male species needed to see her, for generations to come!

The top part of her suit tapered up to what looked like a three inch piece that sat along her belly up to meet the bikini top part of the suit. Those two girls were also tastefully hidden, with just the right amount of boobs slipping out. He could already imagine pressing his face between those babies.

He moved up to her visible collar bones, to her long swan-like neck, up her chin, slightly smiling lush red lips, button nose and—

“Shit!”

She’d caught him staring and now she was staring back with a certain glint in her eyes as she lowered herself onto the lounge chair. He held her gaze and for a moment, Damien thought she was challenging him. Did she think he wouldn’t hit on her because she’d caught him staring? Or was she challenging him to do so, so that she could shut him down, publicly humiliating him?

Damien clenched his jaw as his temper flared. He hated conceited chicks who thought their obvious beauty made them better than everyone and any guy would be lucky to be seen with them. He’d made that mistake of dating a girl like her once; he was certainly not going to make it again.

He’d come here to enjoy himself and plough through as many women as he could to get over his stupid broken heart. And as much as he wanted her to be his big finale—because she would be the perfect lay for the last day of his two-week vacation—being a conceited bitch disqualified her.

He broke their gaze and turned away just in time to see a big white bald oaf charge at her. It was clear he was after her—his gaze was locked on her and his powerful heavy strides spoke trouble. Victoria Secret was the only one who looked worth the trouble in the whole place. Damien turned back to her. She was still staring at him, not at all sensing the danger. How could she not? Everyone else on her side of the pool seemed to have created a cautionary distance.

The oaf stopped next to her, grabbing her arm and yanking her up. “Vladimir vants you now!” he barked.

The woman just gave him a bored look, nonchalantly taking her arm out of his hold. She bent to retrieve her robe, sparing Damien a look that said something, but he wasn’t sure what before she sashayed away, walking with no urgency despite the oaf’s grumbles behind her.