Chapter 5

Months passed by slowly for me. I worked when I could. Marcos had long since shunned me on all forms of message, so whether or not the child was his, it would matter very little in the larger scope. With or without the financial aid of Marcos, I would be able to survive. Alexander was aware of the possibility the baby could be his, and since been around more to keep me company. He worked odd jobs over the week and then played at the park for tips. It wasn't a lot, but it was an income.

I went to school online to help with my job as a conservationalist and still was working a lot in the field. It wasn't hard work, as I mostly went to beaches to check out wildlife and how the trash situation was. I was only getting samples and cleaning up the beaches that I was assigned to. This meant my work load was light enough that at four months pregnant I wasn't putting a strain on my child. I had my checks every other month, and I wanted it to be just simple vague information.

"Maya." Alexander sat down next to me and smiled. He had gotten home very excited and I was a little worried. "Want to go to the club with me? They're having a karaoke contest and I would love to participate." I looked between him and the show I had paused. I was never a fan of going out and I could feel him shift closer. "Maya, you know you can say no and it would not bother me to stay home with you." He reached down to grab my hand gently. "Would you really be okay with staying home?" I asked, unsure. He nodded and began texting his friend who owned the club. 'Sorry I won't make it. I am staying home tonight.' I touched his hand before he could send it. "Let's go." It warmed my heart he was willing to stay home with me, and I wanted to do this for him.

To my surprise, the club was quiet. There were people, sure, but it was under two dozen. There was plenty of places to seat, and the volume was pleasurable. I could talk with Alexander at a normal conversational volume. He stayed with me the entire time we were at the club, never letting me feel isolated, and I began to see the differences in how I was treated. He treated me as a person, not as some pretty arm candy to make himself look more appealing.

"Thank you for getting me to get out." I said smiling as the various patrons tried their hand at singing. "I actually am enjoying myself." He smiled and laughed. "You're thanking me? Maya, you've got it all wrong. Thank you for coming out with me. I rather spend time with you anywhere, I am more than above the moon you agreed to come here and indulge my fantasy." He reached across the table but stopped. We both looked over as the manager called Alexander's name for Karaoke. "Will you be okay if I go sing a song?" He asked, worry shadowing his face a little. I nodded and let out a giggle. "I promise I will still be in one piece if you go have fun."

Okay. Don't judge. But if I thought his guitar skills were divine. His voice was a true siren song.

"Storybook endings, fairytales coming true
Deep down inside we wanna believe they still do.
In our secretest heart, it's our favorite part of the story
Let's just admit we all wanna make it too"

He sang a vibrant rendition of Ever Ever After by Carrie Underwood. I just sat watching as he turned and stared at me, locking eyes as he sang.

"No wonder your heart feels it's flying
Your head feels it's spinning
Each happy ending's a brand new beginning
Let yourself be enchanted, you just might breathrough
To ever ever after
Forever could even start today
Ever ever after
Maybe it's just one wish away
Ever ever after
I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss"

He sang to me, at least it felt like it. He set down the microphone and moved to me slowly, smiling sheepishly the entire time.

Slowly he took my hands in his. I could feel my heart pounding as he smiled at me. "Did you like my song?" I breathlessly nodded, feeling my hand get warm in his. He held tighter and pulled me close. "Can you speak or did I steal your voice away" He teased. I swallowed as I stared into his gorgeous blue eyes. "Yes." I breathed as I moved closer. Our hands moving as I felt the magnetic pull on our bodies.

He pulled quicker than I was ready for and kissed me deeply. I hesitated for a moment before wrapping my arms around his back and kissing him deeper. He held me close and I felt the world around me fade away. He had taken my heart and mind in a single moment, our bodies pressed close in the kiss. Alexander broke the kiss and began to guide me out. "Don't you want to see if you won?" I asked as he ushered me into a cab with him. "Nope." He said simply. "I already won the best prize." "What was that?" "A kiss from the most amazing girl I ever met."

The months slipped by in bliss. I learned more about what happened with Alexander. Aparently he sold his voice to a wizard when he saw Marcos suck up to my parents, purposely insinuating that he saved me. The only way to get his voice back was I needed to kiss him. And not the "true love" kiss everyone talks about, but I had to kiss him of my free will, and I had to want him to kiss me. We ended up talking many nights about that day. However, one night our conversation was cut very, very short.

It was well past midnight when I went into labor. I never thought about how painful labor would be, and now, I never want to go through it again. It was a hard six hours of constant pushing. Doctors were in and out of the room and I was kept for three days for observation. Alexander was my pillar the entire time, making sure my needs were met, even when I threatened to break his arm if he asked me if I was okay, during labor.  He was there for every moment, and took me home in his car, baby seats installed. Yes, seats. I was blessed with twins.

My first born, Jasper, was a tiny version of Alexander. I didn't need a DNA test to tell me who his father was. He was the spitting image of Alexander. He was so wriggly. He loved to move and babble. I was immediately in love with this man. His mop of black hair only made his ocean blue eyes stand out even more. I loved how much he snuggled and cuddled me.

Ruby was the youngest twin. She was a beautiful blend of Alexander and myself. Her black hair made her lavender eyes pop. She was beautiful and perfect. However, she was a bit more sensitive than her brother, which meant more diaper changes and softer clothes. She did not like certain textures on her skin and would cry til we changed her out. Our beautiful children.

Alexander pulled me close into a passionate kiss after I had put the twins down. I could not resist as we locked our lips and our bodies pressed tight. He pressed me against the wall and our passion took over. His warm kisses filling me with excitement as we held each other.