“I love you starman”
“I love you to you silly girl.”
She freezes. She felt her heart rate grow and everything in side her turn happy at the voice as she hadn't heard that voice since it had belong to someone who was meant to be dead right now. Thoughts and questions filled her head and she tears up.
She slowly turns to see Ziggy standing there with a jacket that had all the pins she had buried in his empty grave on his coat.
“Thanks for another pin by the way.” He says as he leans down and un buries the small pin from the dry ground and cleans it off and puts it on, all well she sits staring at him in a state of pure shock and happiness and confusion.
The only thing she can do is cry. The love of her life was standing right in front of her after thinking he was long gone and never to return.
“I watched you die. You died right in front of me…” she whispers well shaking.
He kneels down and lifts her chin up more well staring into those hazel eyes he had missed so much. He knew she was confused but didn't know how to explain the hell that he had to dig himself out of to get back to her. The pain and time it took for him to claw his way out of that place and back to her without getting killed.
He didn't even want to tell her what had happened to him after these two years.
“I'm here now. I'll explain later. Let's go home, love.” he whispers, eager to see his son. But unknowing of the hell that he was going to go to, at what used to be a amazing and loving home that they wanted to go to and just sit around with each other for the rest of their lives, had turned into.
She looks down and he again pulls her chin up to look at him. She still had tears going down her face. She didn't know how to feel about all the overwhelming feelings that were washing over her in that moment.
“What happened…” She can't respond and can only sob, causing me to wrap my arms around her. I knew how she was feeling. Seeing someone I cared about so much be with me again meant the world to me right now. He feel, her look, her voice, it was like the day I met her and knew she was mine. I could feel it all over again and wouldn't stop myself from holding her closer to me and kissing her.
Her P.O.V
He was back. How the fuck was he back. I can't handle this. It's so sudden. I just- I pause, Duke was at my home with the kids. Ziggy would come home and get welcomed by a beating.
I knew I should be more worried about what happened to him but if you were in my position you wouldn't, but I still ask..
“Tell me h-how you're here. I-I need to know Ziggy.” I whisper shakily well he looks down.
“Well I still had a pulse somehow and after they got me back from the dead they ended up dragging me to this base camp in Mexico and I ended up getting tortured and tested and given this horrible food and I sat in this underground room. I managed to talk then into getting me out as long as they get to track me and make sure I don't do anything stupid, also as long as I don't tell anyone in the media.” He says as he strokes my cheek softly as some more tears fall from my bloodshot eyes.
“When did you get out? How did you get all of the pins? What about your lungs? Your heart?” I ramble on frantic questions in my confusion.
“I got out two days ago and they sent me here. They person who fed me and stuff came out here and gave them to me. He was really nice, his name is Roger, and so he told me you came here every day and I ended up getting here about two hours ago and since I didn't have a car I walked here. About the organ thing, they gave me a filter in my lugs to help get air into me and put this shot stuff into my heart so it was better for this planet.” He explains and smiles, he had bags under his eyes and a slightly beaten up posture. Clearly tired from these years apart.
“Now that you're… settled and know everything… can we go home?” he asks quietly and I look down.
I only nod a little and he helps my shaking body stand up.
Well he was about to know what had happened to me for the past two years. And I was scared to know how he would react to his daughter and Duke at our home.
