My Ex-wife, My Destination

Luke’s P. O. V.

“Luke…” Listening to Daisy’s voice, I wake up with a jerk and find her standing beside me, her expression tense, while Hope sleeps soundly next to me.

“What happened, Daisy?” I ask, concerned. “Is everything alright?”

“I…” she hesitates, making me even more anxious.

I take her hand in mine and give it a slight squeeze. “Just calm down first and then tell me.”

She lets out a deep breath before saying in one go, “Ineedasanitarypad.”

“What?” My brows furrow in confusion.

What’s happening with her so early in the morning? Why is she acting so strangely? Am I dreaming? Because her behaviour isn’t making any sense.

She closes her eyes and finally tells me, “My period came early. I need a sanitary pad.”

Oh! Thank God. It’s not something serious.

I sigh with relief.

“Daisy, you scared me.” Listening to my words, she opens her eyes, a hint of embarrassment colouring her cheeks.

“Could you please arrange it urgently?” she requests, still worried.

I rise from the bed, pulling off the comforter. “Come.” I take her hand and guide her to the sofa before making her sit down. “Don’t worry. You sit here. I’ll arrange it. Is there anything else you need?”

“Right now, I only need that,” she answers, fiddling with her necklace. As I nod at her, she asks, “Wait, where will you get it?”NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“You’re staying on Luke Anderson’s private island. Everything is available here, including sanitary pads. I’ll just call Mrs. Thompson and she’ll arrange it for you.” I give her an assuring smile.

“Okay.” She nods, looking a bit relieved.

I quickly make the call and within a few minutes, Mrs. Thompson arrives with the necessary supplies: sanitary pads, a heating pad, and medicine.

“Here you go, Daisy.” I hand her the packet of sanitary pads and place the other supplies on the table. “I’m keeping them here. If you need them, you can use them.”

After nodding at me, she rushes to the bathroom. I sit on the sofa and wait for her impatiently, twiddling my thumbs. I want to make sure she is alright.

After a few minutes, as she returns, the scent of body wash and shampoo fills the air. The water cascading down her brown locks and her sexy wet legs ignite a burning desire within me.

Just control yourself, Luke.

“Thank you, Luke,” she whispers, approaching me.

“I’m glad I could help.” I give her a smile before asking, “Are you alright?”

“Yup. Just going out to get some fresh air.”

“What about breakfast?”

“Not hungry right now.” She walks over to the bed and kisses Hope’s forehead, ruffling her hair before stepping out of the room.

***

As I stand under the shower and water cascade down my body, I wonder about all the precious moments I’m spending with my family. I’m glad that Daisy is behaving normally with me, putting her anger aside. Last night, I slept well after a long time, because my lifelines were with me. Finally, it seems like everything will get fine with time.

However, one thing that frustrates me is struggling to control my desires when I’m around Daisy. She turns me on incredibly, and it’s hard to resist the urge to touch her, hold her close, and make her mine. Yesterday, when I saw her in the bikini, I felt an overwhelming desire to rip off her two-piece swimsuit and have my way with her. But I know I must respect her boundaries and give her the space she needs.

I emerge from the bathroom and see Hope sitting on the bed, rubbing her eyes. A smile spreads across my face, and I walk over to her. For the first time, I’m seeing my princess’s morning face. It’s a beautiful sight. She looks adorable, with her messy hair and sleepy eyes.

As I sit on the bed, she climbs onto my lap, burying her face in my chest. “Morning, my baby.” I kiss her head.

“Morning, Daddy. Where is Mommy?” She asks, looking up at me with her head still resting on my chest.

“She is outside.” I answer, ruffling her hair.

“Hopi wants to see her.” She raises her head from my chest, her hair falling in front of her eyes. “Take me to her.”

I gently brush her hair away from her face. “We’ll go to Mommy, but first, let’s get you to brush your teeth.”

Today, I’ll take care of my princess because I want to give Daisy some rest during her period. I feel a sudden pang in my heart as I think about how she must have managed all these years alone.

***

As I bring Hope to the beach, I freeze, seeing Daisy. She sits on the swing, engrossed in reading the book, her hair flowing in the breeze. She looks so breathtakingly beautiful, completely lost in her own world. For a moment, I just stand there, admiring her from a distance, feeling grateful for having her in my life again. I still haven’t won her heart, but her presence is enough for me.

Hope rushes towards her mommy, and as Daisy looks up at her from her book, her lips curve into a smile.

She puts the book aside and makes her sit on her lap. “Morning, Hopi.”

“Morning, Mommy.” Hope hugs Daisy. “What were you doing here, sitting alone?”

“Mommy was spending time with nature,” Daisy answers, caressing her hair.

“Now who will have fun at the beach with Daddy?” As I ask, Hope immediately jumps out of Daisy’s lap.

“Me… Daddy. Me…” she raises her hand, causing me to chuckle.

“Let’s go then,” I say, clasping her hand.

Hope looks at Daisy. “Mommy, aren’t you coming?”

Before Daisy has a chance to respond, I explain to Hope, “Princess, Mommy’s tummy is hurting. Let her rest.”

She makes O mouth before turning to Daisy. “Mommy, then you sit here and click photos of us.”

Daisy nods in response, and then I steal one last glance at her before leaving with Hope.

***

As I play with Hope in the water, Daisy approaches us.

I look at her with concern. “Daisy, why did you come? You should rest.”

“Luke, I’m on period, not unwell,” she explains. “Fortunately, my period cramps aren’t that severe today. Plus, I don’t want to miss out enjoying on the beach.”

I nod. “Alright, but don’t overexert yourself. If you need to rest, just let me know.”

She stares at me for more than a few seconds before turning towards Hope, who is playing in the water.

Then we stroll along the beach, barefoot on the sand. Hope chatters nonstop, walking between us, holding our hands. I steal a glance at Daisy. Truly saying, every time I look at her, I fall for her even more. I wonder how, during our six months of marriage, I humiliated her, disregarding my love for her. I wish I could change the past.