My Ex-wife, My Destination

Luke’s P. O. V.

“Where is my princess?” I call out as I play hide and seek with Hope. Hearing her giggling from the guest room, I smile, loving every moment of this game. In fact, I love every single second I spend with my daughter.

Daisy is in the kitchen, preparing dinner for us. It has been almost two months since Daisy and Hope moved in with me, and I can only describe it as two months of pure contentment. I never imagined I could feel so satisfied with my life. The joy of having a second chance with Daisy is beyond words. I feel incredibly fortunate to have an adorable daughter and a beautiful girlfriend, whom I plan to make my wife soon.

Hope rushes out of the guest room, yelling, “Mommy… Daddy…” As I notice the handcuffs clutched in her small hand, I stand there aghast, my eyes wide with shock.

Shit! I forgot to put them back in the drawer after using them on Daisy last night.

Daisy hurries out of the kitchen, hearing Hope’s voice. “What happened…” She freezes in place at the sight of the handcuffs in Hope’s hand.

“What are these doing at our home, Mommy? These are with the police, right?” Hope asks, her curious blue eyes swaying between us.

Oh no! Now how do we tell her that Mommy and Daddy use the handcuffs for their kinky sessions?

I exchange a glance with Daisy, wondering how to explain this to Hope without raising any suspicions.

“Um, well, princess,” I start, “Those are… um… from my friend, who is a cop.”

Fuck! Sometimes answering a kid’s questions is so hard.

Daisy shoots me a puzzled look, unsure where I’m going with this explanation. I silently urge her to help me.

After giving me a subtle nod, she shifts her eyes towards Hope. “Yeah, that’s right, Hopi.” She clarifies to her, taking the handcuffs from her hands. “They belong to one of Daddy’s friends who works as a police officer. He must have left them here by mistake.”

Hope’s eyes widen with amazement, and she claps her hands. “Wow! Daddy’s friend is a police officer.”

Daisy and I glance at each other, sighing with relief.

“Now you go to your room and watch your favourite cartoon until Daddy and I finish making dinner,” Daisy instructs her, caressing her cheek.

“Okay, Mommy.” She hurries to the room, singing. “Yeah… Now Hope will watch her favourite Barbie movie.”

As Hope leaves, Daisy chides me. “Luke, how can you be so careless? Why didn’t you keep the handcuffs in the drawer?”

“I forgot. But thank God, she didn’t notice the vibrating balls kept on the side table.” I sigh, and Daisy freaks out.

“What? You kept them in the open as well. You’re crazy, Luke-”

I interject, yanking her closer to me by grabbing her waist. “Last night, you were moaning like a crazy woman when those balls were humming inside you and your hands were cuffed behind your back.”

Her cheeks flush a deep shade of red as I remind her about last night’s wild and kinky session. After Daisy confided in me a few weeks ago about missing my dominant side, I’ve made sure to fulfil her desire and make every night unforgettable for her.

“Luke.” She gives me a serious look. “We should be more careful next time. We have a four-year-old daughter living with us.”

I nod, completely understanding her. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to keep everything properly secured from now on.” I lean in and peck on her lips, bringing a smile to her face.

“Anyway, I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me tonight.” As she murmurs, her cheeks turn red.

I grin. “I’ve planned something special for you tonight.”

She lifts her face, her hands cradling my face, and tilts my head down for a kiss that leaves me breathless, like I’m her oxygen.

***

After Hope falls asleep at night, I guide Daisy to the guest room balcony, adorned with candles and fairy lights. There is a sitting area with a blanket and cushions. Her face lights up, seeing the cosy setup.

“Tonight, I want you to do what you like to do the most,” I say, taking her hand in mine.

She shifts her gaze toward me, grinning. “I’m already doing that every night.”

“What?” I raise my brows.

“Cuddling you.” She gives me a quick hug.

I let out a chuckle. “Not that. A hobby you used to love but haven’t had the time for lately.”

Her eyes widen in surprise as she spots the diary and a pen on the sofa. “Writing? Luke, you remembered I like writing my thoughts.” She looks at me in disbelief.

“Of course.” Guilt flashes in my eyes as I add, “And I also remember how once I put your diary on fire mercilessly to prove to myself that I didn’t care for you.”

Every time I recall how miserably I’d treated her in the past, I feel like punishing myself. I despise the person I had become in the past.

“Luke.” She clasps my face and fixes her eyes, filled with affection, on me. “Let’s just move on from the past and focus on our beautiful present.”

“I wish it was that easy. Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve you and the happiness.” I express what I truly feel.

“Luke, you’ve already punished yourself for five years,” she explains, stroking my stubble with her thumbs. “Everyone deserves a second chance in their life, and you truly deserve it now.”

“You’re too forgiving, Daisy. You forgave me too easily. But it’s hard for me to forgive myself for all the pain you endured because of me.” I gaze at her, my eyes filled with deep remorse.

She gives me a slight nod. “I can understand. Even I’m trying to move on from the past and trust you completely. But I’m certain, eventually, we’ll overcome it with time.” She entwines her fingers with mine, smiling at me. “Until then, let’s focus on our precious present moments.”

“You’re right.” I place a kiss on her hand, feeling fortunate to have her back in my life.

Later, as she shares her thoughts in the diary, sitting beside me, I admire her with a smile on my face. I could watch her for hours like this without getting bored.

“Daisy,” I murmur as we cuddle under the blanket on the balcony, my back against the glass railing, and her back against my chest as she sits between my legs.

“Yes.” With her finger, she draws imaginary patterns on my hand, which is wrapped around her.

“I wanted to ask you something for so long.”

She turns her face to look at me. “What?”

“Why did you come to New York after our divorce? Why didn’t you live with your parents?”NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Sadness fills her eyes as she responds, “They didn’t allow me to stay with them.”

My eyes widen in shock. “What? Why?”

“They blamed me for our divorce, saying I didn’t keep you happy, and that’s why you divorced me.” She tells me, her face devoid of any emotion, and I feel a pang in my heart.

Because of me, her parents blamed her. But how could they do this to their daughter?

“You know all my childhood, I yearned for their attention and affection.” She rests her head on my chest, closing her eyes, and I hold her close as she shares her painful past with me. “But now it doesn’t matter to me because I accepted long ago that they never loved me. They loved one thing in their life, and that’s money.”

Although she says it doesn’t matter to her now, the quiver in her voice clearly tells that it does. It breaks my heart to hear how her parents treated her, and I feel anger towards them for causing her such pain.

“Daisy,” I whisper, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. You never deserved that.”

She leans into my embrace, seeking comfort, and I hold her tighter, wishing I could take away all her pain. “But New York has been quite lucky for me. Here, I gave birth to Hope, made friends, and most importantly, I found you.” She opens her eyes and passes me a smile, causing me to sigh with relief. “I’m truly happy, Luke.”

“I promise, I’ll never let you yearn for love and happiness again in your life, Butterfly.” I lean in and capture her lips in a tender kiss, sitting behind her. This kiss is a promise that I’ll always cherish and keep her happy forever.