Rogue | Savages Part Two [#wattys2016]

21. Facing the Morning with Your Hands in Mine

Ballina, Ireland

Isabel glanced up from her morning plate when the large wooden doors swung open with several guards stepping into the room first.

Isabel rose up when she saw Solomon march into the room behind them.

"Everyone out." Isabel ordered as everyone cleared out of the room.

Solomon glared at her as Isabel was moving around the table to him.

"You came back?"

"I didn't come back because of certain things. I came back because I did something stupid."

"What do you mean something stupid?"

"A few guys, a few innocent guys. I killed them without thinking twice about it."

"Why does that matter? Where they against us?"

Solomon looked back at her.

"Solomon, they are building an army to kill us. Why we would fear killing some of their people. Look around honey, they want what we have."

Solomon closed his eyes as her hand found his cheek.

"I love you. I love what we are. Solomon, think about our children."

Solomon looked back at her.

She was smiling at him.

She was actually happy standing infront of him.

Solomon swallowed back the pain he had been feeling for days on his way back to her.

The pain of losing something you love so much.

The pain of losing the only person in the world that meant so much.

"Our children?"

"Yes, we are married now. We need to start planning for our future bloodlines."

"We are going to have children?"

"Lots of them Solomon, I'm ready to start that chapter with you." Isabel grinned back at him.

"So we are about to start having children?"

Isabel narrowed her eyes at him as she was confused, "What? Solomon, where are going with this?"

"So you want to start having children with me?"

"Yes, that is where I am going with this."

"So 8 years ago, there was nothing?"

"8 years ago?" Isabel backed away from him.

"8 years ago before McKenzie left. You were expecting our first child."

"I told you that I lost that baby. I told you that McKenzie attacked me, killing that baby."

"She did?"

"Solomon, don't twist things."

"I don't wanna twist them. I wanna understand them."

"Understand that she killed our first born. She killed our son."

Solomon looked back at her as Isabel had her arms crossed. "She killed our what?"