Now, I present the final chapter of New Beginnings. I hope you enjoy it. All characters are above the age of consent.
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Chapter 8
Christiana was awake. Navarro found her standing in the kitchen watching the sky. A summer storm always fascinated him. So much power, so much energy at one time, that it had to be mythical.
"I missed you. What's going on?" Navarro asked, pulling her into his sweet embrace.
"It's different. When I was small, storms terrified me. But tonight, it's just beautiful" Christy whispered.
Navarro held her close, kissing her and sending waves of love. He never thought he'd ever feel this way about anyone, but this woman, she touched a part of him that he thought died centuries ago.
"You know, I hated storms too. When I was a kid, whenever it stormed, I would hide. The thunder shook me to the core." He confessed. Christy smiled. "But with you, it's not frightening anymore."
"Turning to face her husband, Well husband of mine, it seems we have both overcome a childhood fear." She teased. Navarro laughed, and to Christiana it was the most amazing sound.
They stood and watched as the storm blew over. The rain slowed to a drizzle, the lightning eventually ceased, and the last rumbling sound of thunder faded in the distance.
"Am I selfish?" Christiana asked.
"Why?" Navarro asked confused.
"To not want kids. I mean, I know what you said, but most men want a son at least." She added.
Navarro smiled, "I never thought about being a dad. When those men killed my father and my mother and I were left alone, I was so scared. Then she died, and I had to learn how to survive on my own. It wasn't easy, but I survived. If I had a child and..." he could not finish.
"He or she would never be alone. Between my family and my pack, if we had a child he or she would be protected." Christy added.
"Wait, you said no children earlier. Have you changed your mind?" Navarro asked. It mattered not to him. If she wanted his child, then he'd gladly give her his seed. She'd be an amazing mother, but he wanted time with just the two of them first.
Christiana laughed, "No, I don't want a child right now, but in a few decades who knows. Anyway, I don't want you to lose out because of my desires."
Navarro sighed, "Honestly, we need time to get to know each other first. Besides, I have this hot wife that I'm dying to keep naked as much as possible and I have no intention of censoring anything."
Christy smiled, "Well husband, your wish is my command."
Lifting his wife, Navarro carried her in their bedroom. Soon he joined her exploring every inch of her delicate frame. Christiana was so sensitive, so in tune with his touch. Navarro, loved his wife completely, branding her his with each stroke, touch, and kiss.
Christiana being so free, so wanton with him. For the next week, the newly married couple stayed indoors. Soon, Navarro returned to his job and Christiana decided to find her own passion.
For the first time, she was free. Being in the shadow of her mother and dealing with a dark spirit took a lot out of her. She no longer had to wear a mask and for the first time she had to decide what she wanted to become. She visited the local library to find something to read when she noticed a young woman seeking employment. Of course she was turned away and that's when Christy knew exactly what she wanted to do.
She looked around and noticed that many young women worked, but they were under skilled and needed help. She went back to her small home, and contacted her parents.
She talked with Cantar who thought that her plan was wonderful but she needed to discuss it with her husband first. That night when Navarro came home, Christy told him of her idea. He listened and nodded.
"Call Mrs. Fashion. If anyone can help you start this, she can." Navarro suggested. Christiana smiled a beatific smile and hugged her husband, then she rushed to call her new matriarch.
"Second Chances" was born, and the first ladies to become clients were handpicked by Christy and Lesvia. They wanted to see if it would work, and it was wildly successful. The project gave working class women a leg up. It provided clothing, training, and support to help them reach their educational and career goals free of charge. The only stipulation was they had to recommend another female that could benefit from the group when they reached their goals. Also, they had to mentor a fellow young woman and help her find her way.
Christiana flourished,. Navarro was so proud. She discovered so many things about herself. She was clairvoyant, and that ability allowed her to be able to read her clients and help them on their career paths.
One night, Navarro was late coming home. Christy had a bad feeling. Something was wrong. She sent out to her husband no answer. She got up and dressed. She was going to the precinct. Something was wrong.
Navarro, answer me.
She sent.
No answer. Opening the door, Christy rushed out into the night. Climbing into her car, Navarro responded,
Babe, I'm OK. I love you. I'll be home soon.
Christiana sighed. He was OK, but she could not shake the feeling of gloom. Climbing out of her car, she went back inside. She sat, and looked around. She was alone. She was always alone unless Navarro was with her. If she died, would she even be missed? Christiana felt cold. There was no voice, no feeling of someone else being there, and she began to cry. All of a sudden, she was not alone anymore. "What's wrong?" Cantar asked as she vanished in. Her daughter was upset and she swore she'd be there if Christy ever felt despondent again.
Christy smiled, "Momma, I'm fine. It's late. What are you doing here? Who's with CJ?" She asked.
Cantar smiled. "Your dad has him, but I'm concerned about you. What's wrong, Christy? Tell me?" She asked.
"Nothing, Navarro is working late and I was a but lonely." Christy answered, that's all."
"You're not being truthful. I felt your thoughts. I too can see and feel things. If something happened to you, it would kill me, your father especially. Never think that you don't matter." Cantar stroked her cheek as tears formed in Christy's eyes. "Believe it or not, you are some one's everything."
Christy smiled through her tears. Cantar hugged her, and stayed with her until Navarro came home. He entered and was a bit concerned to find her mother there, but Cantar kissed his forehead and told him they needed to visit home soon. CJ missed them and then she vanished home.
He held his wife close and thanked the Gods for bringing him home tonight. Things were scary. Fortunately no one was killed, although he came close. "I love you, Christiana Smith. You are my everything." He whispered. He'd never let her know how close she came to losing him.
"Why me, Navarro. I'm nobody. I don't have real friends. No one really liked me before I came here. Honestly, if I had died, only my parents would miss me." Christiana looked deep into his eyes. "Why me?"
Navarro smiled, "When God created the heavens and the earth, he created one woman for every man. He made you for me. You are the gift he gave me. For giving me you, I will spend forever serving and honoring the creator of all. Had you perished, I would have followed. I won't live without you Christiana. You are the beat of my heart, the blood in my veins. You are my soul." Then he kissed his wife. Christiana knew he spoke the truth for she felt the same way.
Days passed, and a report came on the news about the shooting. Christiana looked at her husband;; she knew. He almost died. Navarro held her hand, kissed the back of her hand and smiled. "I will never leave you if I can help it."
Christy sighed. She loved this quiet, shy, incredibly handsome man. He was an amazing man.
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Brenwan Ivanov was driving her only son insane. He could never have a moment with his wife without his Mom wanting to make sure she was alright. Keeley loved the attention and often asked if he was just a bit jealous. Kalen was a little jealous, even though, he was hornier than anything.
His dad was no help. He'd just tell him to leave her alone. She always wanted a daughter. Kalen knew that to have his wife to himself, they needed their own place. However, he already knew his Mom would not want to let Keeley go.
After talking about it for months, Kalen and Keeley decided to move into their own home. Although Brenwan insisted that they stay in the manor. She was concerned for Keeley. She wanted to make sure her new daughter was not overwhelmed.
Kalen wanted his wife to himself without his mother constantly running interference. Kale just laughed. He held his wife and told her to relax. Keeley was not leaving and they could visit each other at any time.
Kalen and Keeley found a small house not too far from his parents, or his Uncle Garrick. Brenwan visited and decided to stay the first few nights. Kalen lived his mother, but she really needed to go home.
On her last night with him, he called Kale. Kale arrived and held his wife close. "Love, remember when we first married, and all we wanted was time alone. What did we get into?" he asked. ''Brenwan bushed,
"Oh my God, Keeley, I'm so sorry. I'll go home. Call me if you need anything. I love you. Kalen, take care of her. I'll call before I pop back in." She explained. Kalen frowned and Keeley laughed.
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You're her baby, you know how she can be.
Kale sent.
Dad, do something!
Kalen pleaded.
