Daddy's Little Angel novel Chapter 21

Who ever came to a conclusion that men shouldn't cry must be a sadists. How can I not want to cry at the sight of seeing my mum all wired up to a machine like some puppet dull?

I had to be strong for my sister and my kid. I wanted to be strong for mum... But I was weak. So weak and helpless.

I felt guilty that while I was indulging in my desires, my mum was getting hurt.

Angel was in shock. She just starred into space, while Emily cried her eyes out. Her husband tried to console her to the best of his ability.

At least she had someone. Who did I have? Who did Angel have? We only had each other and to be honest, neither of us was in the position to console one another right now.

I was told that my mum suffered from low blood pressure. I was told she got hurt while taking a fall.

Dad was out of the country doing some dealings. He was going to book the next flight back, but we advised he waited till the next day.

We had been told it wasn't much of a deal and that she should be active by tomorrow. But it was hard on me, I always thought my mother a wonder woman. Never tired, always vibrant. This was new. The first and the last I hope.

I wasn't going to leave her side but Emily pleaded I take care of Angel since she had to leave for college by tomorrow.

Throughout the journey back home, neither of us spoke to the other. Angel kept whimpering once in a while as she wrapped her arms around herself like if she didn't, she would crumble. I felt nothing and everything all at once. I could have lost my mum today. I hadn't even been the best son to her. Makes me realise that one should live for the now. That way, you won't regret anything.

"We are here sir" the driver notified.

Getting down and walking like a zombie to the front door. I tried putting the key into the key hole but each time I tried it doesn't work. "Stupid door" I muttered. Banging my hands on the door.

I felt a soft hand against mine.

"Let me try." Angel spoke softly. Like she was talking to a wounded animal.

"No. I got this" I answered stubbornly.

"I know, but I want to help" she coaxed.

Taking in deep breath, I clench my fist to hide the fact that they were shaking from her.

With a click, the door opened. And without the usual snide remarks, Angel entered inside with me tailing behind like a lost puppy.

Hardly had I gotten inside, when I collapse onto the sofa. Head bowed into the palm of my hands.

I felt a presence in front of me and knew it was Angel.

"You know, it's okay to cry."

" I won't judge...don't bottle it all up. Its not healthy." She said in a soft tone as she gently strokes my hair.

Raising my head I look up with glistering eyes.

"I'm fine. Leave me be." I replied.

"No you're not. I know you well enough. This is not just anyone, it's mum. You are anything but fine." She concluded.

"How can you be so calm?"

" I should be the one reassuring you. Yet every single time, I'm always playing the reverse role!" I stated frustrated.

"It's not-" she began to say.

"No, I feel weak. You make me feel incompetent."

"Dad..."she whispered holding my hands tightly in hers.

"I should have been there. This is all my fault" I said, tears now falling. I whipped at it angrily.

"Shh...it's okay, look at me" she said, lifting my chin with her finger as she looked into my teary eyes.

"It's not your fault. You didn't know. You couldn't have known."

Looking up at her from my sitting position while she stood made me feel small. I was in pain, I needed this pain to go away.

"Dad?" She called with shaky breath worried about my silence.

Taking hold of her left hand, I placed it on the left side of my chest, where my heart was frantically beating.

"It hurts so bad...I can hardly breath." I said squeezing her hands tight.

"Make it stop. Please..." I said, tears now flowing freely.

Wasting no time, she sits on my lap and embraces me, cooing reassuring nothings into my ears as she pats me on the back.

"She will be fine. The doctor said it was minor. She is a strong woman. Nothing like this would happen again." She said in a shaky tone. Drawing shaky circles on my back. Only then, did I realise that she was just as scared and in pain as I was.

That in this moment, while she was trying to be strong, she actually was crying inside. That as she said those assuring words, she wasn't just trying to assure me but mostly herself that things would be fine.

Pulling her as close as our sitting position could permit, I whispered the same words she told me.

"Don't do that." I groaned out. "Don't hide those sounds from me. I want them all. Just as much as I want to taste every inch of you" I whispered into her ears.

I felt her grip my shoulders tight at my words as she shook her head from side to side whilst still closing her eyes.

Placing one hand under her shirt as I massaged her behind, I stopped from kissing her. Earning me a whimper from her.

"Let lose" I whispered close to her ear as I nibbled it, moving on to trail wet kisses from her neck to her shoulder.

Every fan of breath on her skin, every kiss, every nibble, sucking, every tug, left Angel a whimpering mess.

Finding her sweet spot right where the neck and shoulder meets, I bite down. Earning a moan

"Ahh! Oh god...don't!" She groaned out incoherently.

"Don't what?" I breathed out.

"Stop." She answered

"Hmm??" I asked

"Don't stop pleaasse." She moaned out as I sucked on the bite mark.

Don't stop what Angel?" I asked as I cupped her breast and squeezed gently.

E-evver-ryt_tthing she gasped out as she got even more closer to me than possible.

I made my way back to her lips and kissed her hungrily. Like a man that has been starved for years. We both broke the kiss at some point to breathe. Our forehead pressed together, breathing ragged.

Sighing, Angel gave me one last peck before placing her head on my shoulder.

I can't believe what just happened, but the sting to my lips and the crazed trumping of my heart told me otherwise.

"What happens next?" My mind, which seemed nonexistent a few moments ago chose now to spring to life and ask. I didn't want to think about the consequences. Rather, I reminisced on how it had felt. How she tasted, how her sounds where out of this world. Though guilt was brewing in the depth of my stomach and regret was clawing at my chest, I looked down at the woman in my arms and couldn't help but want to kiss her again. I wanted to kiss my own daughter...fuck, I wanted to do more than just kiss her. My daughter...

It sounded so wrong, but nothing had felt so right before this....

Seeing the even rise and fall of a body, I realized she was fast asleep.

Rising to my feet with her in my arms, I headed toward the room. "Live for the now Jack..." "Tomorrow would sort itself out..." I told my self on the way.