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CH 147
Calvin
He smiled as the boys went about shoving their things into the suitcases. They were more than excited to be
moving into the main house. Marilyn, on the other hand, just kind of stared at him a little on the annoyed
side.
He smiled at her, he was going to win her over. It had been his intention always but now that she had all her
memories back, it should be even easier to do. She’d also seemed to have gotten over being mad at him. She
was a little on the exasperated side, he thought, but that was better than angry, a step back from it.
He could work with that. Step one of his plan had been simple: it was just to have the boys like him, so she
could see he was a good father. Which the boys did like him, and they always called him dad, smiled up at
him, and he got up and played with them, tormented and teased them, all the things a dad would do.
Step two, now that she had her memories back, it should be even easier for him to achieve; that had been for
her to see him in a good light, to show her that he wasn’t a mean cruel man. That what had happened
between them was an unfortunate product of the circumstances he’d found himself in, nothing more.
But with her memories intact, she knew he wasn’t that mean nasty person, and he was already back to his
normal self, he thought. Smiling at her, he could also talk to her the way he used to be able to today. She’d
always been easy to talk to for him, because they were so like–minded, and now with his decision to just tell
her how he felt and not hold anything back from her, it was a little bit on the fun side for him.
Step three had been to get her to agree to date him. Well, he’d laid out what he wanted and the way she’d
spoken after getting out the car just now, it kind of sounded like she was thinking about it on her own. Maybe
with all the knowledge she now had about all that had gone on in their past, she wanted to give it another try,
but was hesitant, again due to all that had gone on.
He was leaning in the doorway watching her just sit there. “I can pack for you.” he smiled at her, though his
voice had been a little on the deep and seductive side. He’d packed for her once, for a business trip, and she’d
opened her suitcase when getting there only to find he’d packed lingerie and nothing else. She’d looked at
him, and he’d pinned her down to the bed and smiled at her, told her “You don’t need anything else to wear in
this bed.”
Then they’d had to go and buy her clothes. He’d thought it was funny at the time, had known what he’d done, had done it on purpose even. It hadn’t been all that long after they’d been married, but after they’d started
having s*x, and her wardrobe had still needed filling, but she wouldn’t shop by herself.
So, he’d devised a way to get her to let him take her shopping, it had worked a treat, because the only actual
clothes she’d had were the ones she was wearing that day. Though the shopping had been delayed until he’d had his way with her in that hotel’s bed.
“What are you smiling at?” she asked.
“Hmm, remembering that one time I packed your suitcase for a business trip.” He smiled right at her, “a good fun memory.” He told her. “Do you want me to pack for you now… Might have the same issue though.”
“Get over yourself.” She muttered and got up to his chuckle, and she made her way to her room. “Go and help the boys.”
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“Alright,” he nodded, knew that thought would get her up and packing. He was definitely going to get what he wanted at some point, it was all just a matter of time, he could be all charm and gentle lingering seduction when he wanted to be. He helped the boys pack and then strolled into her room, to find she was just sitting there with her phone in her hand and a frown on her face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Her eyes turned to him, and then she held out her phone. It was a picture of him and her, walking to his car out the front of Wil’s apartment. It was from Anabell, and the text read “You might want to check the newspapers this morning.”
He’d not even done that, he’d seen the paper was delivered but hadn’t opened it. He had been solely focused
on her all morning. He sighed and pulled his phone out to check it, sat himself on the bed next to her and the
article about them was big and bold. “Has Marrin Reeves Returned?” was the headline. Then under that in
smaller but still bold letting was a subheading ‘Has Houston’s dream couple reunited?‘ There was that
picture of him and her walking to his car, and then there was one of him and her in his car, as he drove into his apartment building car park, and next to that him carrying her through the front door of his apartment building. With a subhead ‘Calvin Reeves carries missing wife into his apartment. Clearly, a reporter had seen them and followed them in all likelihood. That made him wonder just what they saw today. He and her, the twins, had they been tracked right here to Cliffside, anything was possible.
“Hmm, I see we have been found out.” He murmured, “what do you want to do about it?”
“I don’t know.” She muttered.
He skimmed the comments and murmured “Oh it’s gets worse, three people from Wil’s party have added comments stating your Marilyn Riddley, not Marrin Reeves.” Though he noted they weren’t people he actually knew personally but were the plus ones of the people he knew. They all announced they were at Wil and Anabell Jameson’s New Year’s Eve party attached to their date. That she’d been introduced as Marilyn Riddley, but he’d been seen tracking her every move, and then they’d been seen leaving together. There was even a picture of them at Wil’s apartment. Though they weren’t together, it was a full shot of the room, and he was standing with a drink in his hand, looking at Marilyn across the room talking with Anabell.
He sighed as he read through the threads. She was copping a bit of flack for being seen with him like that, after what had happened six months ago. His eyes moved to her, and she just huffed and got up.
He closed his phone and picked up her closed suitcase. “Think about it, I’ll respond if you want me to. If not, I won’t. It’s that simple.”
She said nothing, she just made her way to the main house, as did the children. She’d cleaned all the rooms up here after his family had left, had sent him away to be with the children. Told him she could do it, it wasn’t that much, that the children were there to spend time with him, though he’d seen her with earbuds in, listening to music, he supposed as she’d taken linen downstairs, and actually put it in the washer.
She’d made all the beds and hadn’t needed to be told where the linen was. He’d sat and watched her, hadn’t helped her solely because he’d found it interesting that she just went about doing things like she owned the house. Moved about inside it like she once had, and he’d liked seeing it.
She looked at the stairs and then had just put both crutches in one hand reached for the railing to walk up them. “Just stay there, I’ll come back and get you,” he stated.
“It’s not necessary.” She replied, and he’d seen her take those first few steps and shaken his head. She was
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so bloody stubborn at times. He put her suitcase down and collected her crutches from her and leaned them
up against the wall, and gotten frowned at by her. Before, he’d just picked her up and carried her up the stairs. Even though she verbalised a protest, his boys were staring at him by the time he got to the top.
He walked her down to the master bedroom and put her down on the bed, smiled at her as he’d placed a hand on either side of her. “Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” he’d stated, and she’d shifted further up the bed away
from him.
Which only made him chuckle. “Nervous are we.” He teased her just a little but then stood up and headed out of the bedroom to go and get her things. He was going to find every excuse to pick her up and carry her about, get her used to him touching her. Though she’d not fought against him, he realised. Other than the frown and that one comment, she didn’t object like she had last night in the parking garage. That could only
be a good thing.
He walked down the hall and saw both boys standing talking in hushed tones in one of the rooms, and he stepped in. “What’s going on?” he asked. He knew secret talk when he saw it. He had two sisters, and as kids they’d done that.
He was latched onto by Vincent and Callum ran over and looked out the door, and then closed it and turned to him. Oh yes, it was secret talk that they didn’t want their mum to hear. “Are you and mum back together?” Callum asked up at him, very direct, and he realised at that moment, Callum was just like he was, and Vincent was gentler by nature. Vincent was just like Marilyn.
“No,” he answered honestly. “I would like that, you both know that.” He hunkered down and looked at them. “I also told her that is what I want just this morning.” He admitted and saw them both smile up at him. “She didn’t say anything, is not ready for that.” he told them “Just calm down a little hey.”
They both nodded. “Will we live here?” Vincent asked him.
“I’d like that, but again nothing has been decided. It will likely be on your mother’s terms. I’ll not give up boys. I want us all to be a family. Marrying your mother is my goal.” He smiled at them. “I have only ever loved her, and I don’t intend on loving anyone else. She is the only woman for me. She just needs time is all.”
They both nodded at him.
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