Page 121 of Fractured
She had also surprised me with something for Christmas.
It was a frame with a piece of artwork in it.
To the right, it read, Big Angel, with a halo atop it. Then beside that was Isaiah’s name and his footprints above it. And beside that were Ryder’s footprints above that.
And I thought I couldn’t love her more.
Her water broke seventeen hours later, and then Zada Elouise Davis was born.
Zada for my mother.
And Elouise was Henrietta’s middle name.
It was fucking perfect.
I was cursed.
Because my little Zada looked just like her mother.
We were home after the birth, and everyone had shown up.
Three kids under a year old.
We weren’t doing that again.
I did what Garrick did, and Talia had smiled and gotten her tubes tied as well.
Because, according to her, we had four kids and that was the perfect number. One of them just flew around us all the time, being our guardian angel.
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The moment the song came on, I gathered Zada in my arms and started dancing with her around the house.
I started humming along toDance In The Rain by Charles Wesley Godwin.
And that would be the song I would dance with her to at her own wedding.
Talia smiled and waited until the next song came through on our new surround sound speaker system.
Then she tagged the boys and danced with them.
Talia
Ten Years Later
I glared as all three of my kids came into the house covered in motor oil and grease, and then I glared at my husband.
“You didn’t.” I snapped.
The kids were used to this, and they loved it.
Their eyes ping ponged back and forth.
He lifted a brow, “What?”
“Do you know where we have to be in thirty fucking minutes?” I asked with a growl.
He shook his head.
