"It''s obvious. Leonica refused to give you answers, didn''t she? You wouldn''t be here if she had. So, ask away, I''ll tell you anything you want to know."
When Gabriel looked like he was clearly hesitating, she added. "It''s the best form of repentance I can give, isn''t it?"
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Gabriel watched as the smoke sizzles in the air, soon disappearing with the winds of approaching summer. His eyes stared ahead, looking aimlessly at the scenery in front of him as he tried to sort out his thoughts.
It had been more than two hours since his talk with Angelina had ended and he left Oslo''s female prison and might he tells you, all the shit she told him, the shit he had done, did more harm than good.
With a sigh, he brought the cigarette stick to his lips, and took another puff, watching the smoke rise up into the air.
"You know, that''s going to kill you." He turned his head at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, raising a brow at the brte who stood a few feet away from him.
"And you care, why?" He asked, not really in any mood to entertain sympathy from a stranger.
"Oh, I don''t." The female shrugged. "But," She pointed towards the scenery of a tulips and daffodils garden. "Those little guys, my little
Buys. don''t deserve to die due to the bad habits of grown men?"
Gabriel frowned, and looked in the direction she was pointing. For a moment, he could only stare, wondering what the hell she was on about
"The flowers?" He asked.
"Yes. I own that garden and that death stick of yours is gonna kill it off if you keep smoking so close to my flowers. So, put that shit out or go else where." She said and walked past.
Gabriel watched her for a few seconds before sighing and dropping the cigarette to the floor, putting it off with the heel of his boots. She was right, the thought crossed his mind, apanied by another shortly after. And Christian would kill me if he knows I still smoke
"Why did I think that?'' He questioned his previous thought, knowing that even though Christian was against the idea of him smoking, which only happened rarely when he''s extremely stressed, the older male never really voiced it out.
Gabriel wasn''t sure if his brain was ying tricks on him or if his memory was starting toe back
But as much as he didn''t want to get his hopes up, the idea of getting his memories back wasn''t a bad one
With the cigarette sessfully put out, Gabriel took onest look in the garden''s direction before turning to enter his car, however, just as he pulled on the bandle, a familiar wave of pain washed over his body.
This time, it wasn''t like the ones he had before, it was a stronger, and much more intense.
It was the worst headache he had ever experienced, and it made his head feel like a hammer was hitting him from the inside out.
"Hey, are you okay?" In a second, the brte was suddenly beside him. When he failed to answer and continued to groan in pain, she concluded. "I think we need to get you to the hospital."
Gabriel didn''t respond, but rather, he tried to hold himself together.
She fumbled around his pocket, finding the keys to his car, which she admire hortly after she was seated in the driver''s seat and he In the passengers.
Thankfully, the hospital wasn''t too far away from her personal outdoor garden and it so happened to be the city''s central hospital. They arrived in minutes and as soon as one of the nurses identified Gabriel, they quickly called on Doctor Bailey''s attention. By this time Gabriel was feeling better, able to walk on his own, but nheless, figured it was a good idea to check the process of his
recovery.
"Mr. Bryce," The old doctor greeted, taking his sses off and tucking them in the breast pocket of his white coat. "What brings you here, is there something wrong?"
Gabriel who was seated alone in his office at that time, took the liberty to exin his week to the doctor, so far.
By the end of the exnation, Doctor Bailey carried out a few examinations and nodded his head.
"This is good news," He said. "What you are experiencing is called Episodic Memory sh, which means your brain is trying to regain your lost memories, but due to the damage it had suttered, the process is a bit slow. "Does that mean I''ll get my memories back sooner?"
"I can''t be certain. But it your memory shes have been urring frequently, it''s safe to say that recovery is just around the corner.
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Doctor Dalley shed him a smile.
"Alright." Gabriel nodded and stood up.
Doctor Bailey watched as he was about to leave when suddenly asked. "Oh, Have you and Ms. Romero concluded on the conceiving method, yet?
Gabriel looked over his shoulder, gaze confused. "The what?"
With that question Doctor Bailey''s mouth formed an ''o'' shape, realizing that Leonica was yet to tell him of this. But the damage was already done and he didn''t intend on hiding anything from Gabriel.
"Ash.. Ashley, slow down, I know you''re excited to watch a movie with me, but you need to stop running around!" Leonica called out to her son, who was currently running between the kitchen and their backyard, setting up food in the tent they created. Ashley didn''t slow down, even for a second, and Leonica could only sigh, giving up on her attempt.
"Mommy!" She looked up, spotting Ashley with a box of choctes. "Do we have marshmallows?" "I don''t think so." She answered, smiling at her son. "But we have cooldes, and you love those." Ashley pouted, clearly disappointed, he was about to speak when Leonica''s phone rang "Hey, Owen, what''s up?" she asked after the device had been ced by her near.
"Nothing much, just wanted to call and make sure you got home safe."
What a gentleman, she thought, picking up one of the popcorn out of the bowl and popping it into her mouth. She hummed in delight at the taste, munching on another one
"Mm, yeah, I did. Thank you for worrying"
"Well, it''s only right." He responded, his smile obvious in his tone. The line was silent for a few seconds before he asked. "So, about what we talked about earlier today..."
The rest of his words were drowned out by the sound of Ashley zooming into the kitchen to pick up yet another sort of snack, and he repeated yelled ''I want marshmallows'' while doing so.
"T-is that Ashley?" Owen asked.
With a sigh, Leonica nodded her head even though he couldn''t see her. "We''re having a movie night. Grace suggested it." She exined.
"That''s nice."
"Yeah, she''s probably regretting it by now, he''s too hyper for a five year old." She chuckled, and Owen found himself smiling, because he could just imagine how cute her eyes must look right now, or how beautiful herugh sounded. "Anyways," She dragged out, her smile slowly fading "What were you about to say before that little devil interrupted."
"Ah, well, I wanted to know if-"
"Mommy the tent can''t bepleted without the marshmallows." Ashley announced, appearing by her side with his hands on his
Waist
Leonica''s expression softened. "But we don''t have that now, sweetie."
But I really want marshmallow."
Leonica opened her mouth, about to speak, when Owen Cut her off. "How about I bring the marshmallows over?"
His questionpletely caught her off guard. "What?"
"Yes. I''m sure I can find some around here. How about you and Ashley go ahead and start the movie while I get the marshmallows. I won''t take too long, I promise."
"W-wait Owen, you don''t have to. I can get the marshmallows from somewhere else."
"Nah, don''t worry about it. It''ll be my honor. And besides, I miss that little one." He said, voice have a more persuasive tone
Leomica gave in with a sigh, but before that she realized how quick she was to give into Owen''s demands "Min, alright then." She responded, her lips curved up. "You cane over now, I''ll send the address." "Lure thing
When the call ended, Ashley tugged at her sleeves, forcing her to look down at him.
"Who was that? Owen? Is heing?"
Leonica nodded
Ashley''s eyes lighted up like a bulb. "Really? He''sing?"
"Mm bm
"Oh, oh, we gotta make him a pillow, a very fluffy one!" Ashley Saks and rushed off.
As promised, Owen didn''t take long and soon enough, the bell rang, and Ashley was rushing towards the door.
He pulled the knob open, revealing Owen who was dressed in a dark blue boodie and ck sweatpants, ck mask and face cap, and a stic bag in his hand
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"Owen!" Ashley yelled and flung himself into his arms, almost knocking him down.
Owen hugged him back,ughing. "Hey Ash. It''s been a while, hasn''t it?" He said and raised the bag
Ashley cheered, snatching the marshmallow and running back into the living room, not forgetting to thank him in the process.
Owenughed, walking inside and closing the door behind him. He took off his mask, pulling his face cap off and running a hand through his hair.
"You came just in time for the movie." Leonica''s voice brought his attention to her.Content ? N?velDrama.Org.
"Yeah? And what are we watching?"
Leading him into the backyard, She looked over her shoulder and offered the idol a smile full of mischief. "That''s a secret." "A secret, huh?"
"Yeah, but I''ll give you a clue. It''s a movie about clowns and res balloons.
Owen eyes narrowed at her words, and by the time he had pinned down the exact movie she was talking about, they were already seated in the tent, Ashley in the middle and them both on each side of him. "What type of an adult makes a kid watch a scary movie?" shaking his head, Owen stepped out of the tent, following Leonica as she went to retrieve another bowl of pop.
"I didn''t make him watch it, Ashley picked that by himself." She defended.
"And you agreed."
"Why wouldn''t I?" Leonica questioned, pressing her lips together and pushing it inwardly, making her look much younger than she
was.
Owen chuckled, running a hand through his hair in a bid to push strands away from his face.
"Here," Leonica offered her spare scrunchy. "You can use this." She ced it in his hand and turned away.
Owen stared at the scrunchy in his hand of a few seconds before he boldly asked. "Would you help me tie my hair?"
"Huh?" Leonica looked at him over her shoulder.
"My hair." He gestured towards it. "Will you tie it up?" He repeated. "Please."
Leonica swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. She couldn''t help the heat that crept up her face.
"A-are you sure?"
"Yes."
She hesitated for a moment, but the look on his face was so determined, that she couldn''t say no.
So, with a sigh, she turned around, walked towards him and reached her hand out
"Come, give it," She said.
He handed the scrunchy to her and a few secondster, she was behind him, her fingers running through his hair.
Owen however, caught her wrist, and brought her back in front. "Do it from the front." He requested smoothly, his voice lingering between a whisper and his normal tone.
Leonica found herself swallowing thickly. "Are you sure? Your hair might get messy."
"I''m sure." Owen answered determined, keeping his eyes on her.
She swallowed once more, this time being conscious of the action beforemitting it and nodded. "A-alright then."
Getting on her tippy toes, she reached behind, hoping that she could pack his hair rather than mess it up.
Owen''s lips stretched into a smile, but even that faded as she moved closer to him, the smell of her perfume invading his sense. Her hands were in his hair, and he could feel her soft breath fanning against his neck.
It was driving him crazy, but he didn''t dare move, not when she was this close.
"There, all done." She muttered, pulling back a bit to check the end result.
Owen watched her, the way her eyes lit up as she looked him over, and he couldn''t help but admire her beauty, the kind that was effortless, but so beautiful.
"I did a good job." Shemented, her eyes meeting his.
Owen''s lips curved up and he ced a hand on her cheek, leaning closer to her forehead.
"You did, indeed." He praised, nting a small kiss on her forehead.
Leonica felt her heart skip a beat, and she took a step back, breaking the moment.
Owen however, seemed unbothered by her action, because the next thing she knew, his face was closer to hers, more than before.