SPECIAL CHAPTER

When I was waiting for the love of my life in the private jet six months ago, I never thought that she would forgive me for everything so quickly. But she did it without even thinking about it, which only reflected how much she loved me.

Of course she was still angry and it was discussed for days that I should have told her after all, but my butterfly was smart enough to know that the risk of getting caught would have been too high, so let it go it be good.

Hector had promised me to take care of her and I had the time to pay someone in prison to send my father to hell.

"He should suffer! It should last!"

That was my order and it felt good to hear on the news that he was leaving us in excruciating pain.

Then all I had to do was get fake ID and I was called Justin Corner to everyone in Dublin, but as long as Isalie called me Emilio, that was fine with me.

A good six months later, while I was standing on the porch of our hut, I watched the few people here, all of whom ran into town.

We chose this little house on the outskirts of town. Not only that we just had our peace and quiet here, but also because of the beautiful nature, which with its streams and forests was just breathtaking.

"Hey Justin", our neighbor Torben greeted me and staggered over to me. He was all right, but ever since I knew exactly what Carlos had done to Isalie, I didn't trust any man.

With that thought, I gave our German Shepherd Rocky a quick pat on the head and set off with him into town.

Ireland was different from Spain, but still kind of the same. The warm wind blew in my face as I walked down the steep street, not stopping until I got to the little bistro where Isalie had been working for the past few weeks.

I was sorry I lost everything. With the death of my father and my fake one, all accounts were suddenly frozen. God knows what they did with our money. All I knew was that I had nothing left and even though I wanted to lay the world at Isalie's feet, at the end of the month I had very little of my wages left. At least I made enough as a taxi driver to pay off our house and support us.

When I looked inside through the large window into the bistro, I watched my butterfly as she, with her red blouse, black skirt and dark apron, was just bringing some drinks to a table.

She looked beautiful. Hard to put into words and when she suddenly noticed me and started beaming all over her face, my heart warmed up and the thoughts of money disappeared from my head all by themselves.

We didn't need anything but ourselves to be happy.

"You're early," she finally greeted me as she came outside and the first thing she did was crouch down to greet Rocky with a grin before rising again to give me a soft kiss. It shouldn't annoy me, but it still bothered me that this dog was always greeted first.

"Maybe I should lick you on all fours too, if I get more attention then."

"Emilio," she admonished me with red cheeks and hit me lightly on my upper arm while I laughingly pulled her around the waist and headed home together with her.

"I got good tips today," she said about her day, pulling her wallet out of her pocket to hand me a $10 bill. "Soon we'll have enough together."

I took the bill and smiled softly at her, thinking about our pack. Once we had saved enough, we wanted to vacation in America. To put it more precisely, my butterfly really wanted to go to Alaska and even if I hated the cold, I would have to go with it, for better or for worse. I shook myself just thinking about it.

"Alaska, we're coming to freeze to death soon," I commented with a smile and put the bill in my pocket to put it in our piggy bank later.

"Oh, Emilio. A thick wool sweater and it doesn't matter. You're very adaptable."

She looked down at me with a raised eyebrow and I also looked at my light, comfortable jeans and the wide, light blue Hoddie, which didn't suit me at all. But what would people think if I drove a taxi in a suit. Also, Isalie didn't want to be conspicuous, so I just dressed like the common folk around here.

Hard to believe that once a whole town was scared and afraid of me. Here I was just the taxi driver with the many tattoos. Should be fine with me.

After talking a little longer about her strict boss, we got home and while Isalie disappeared into the bathroom, I filled Rocky's bowl and made myself comfortable on our brown couch.

I was staring thoughtfully out the window across from me, adjusting the covers next to me, until I suddenly heard Isalie scream.

As frantically as I tried to get up, I banged my knee on that shitty coffee table and ran to the bathroom anyway, where Isalie opened the door and gave me a beaming look.

"Do you remember that evening at the lake?"

"What?!" I asked, stunned and out of breath from all the excitement, eyeing her. "You mean where I fucked you up the tree until you yelled my name?"

She blushed again, but her smile didn't disappear. Otherwise she always beat me for such statements. What was going on?

"It worked!" She continued to smile and my heart pounded in my throat.

I remembered that evening. Reminded me of claiming her from behind and promising to cum inside her so hard she couldn't help but give birth to me.

We've been trying for 4 months and it just didn't work, although having sex almost every day really wasn't bad. Especially not if you had such a girlfriend.

"Emilio?" Isalie snapped me out of my thoughts and suddenly she looked at me differently. Like she's scared of something. "Are not you excited?"

"Butterfly!" I admonished immediately and grabbed her waist to pull her tightly against my body. "Don't ever think like that again! I'm so happy I'm at a loss for words, believe me."

And that's how it really was!

She snuggled up to me and yes, many would think we were trying to have children far too early, but I wanted to have a huge family with this woman. I would love to have 8 children, all of whom would run around playing and make Isalie a wonderful mother...

My heart was pounding just thinking about it and I was more than thankful to God to have brought me my first miracle today and here...