REVELATION | Prince Book 3 of 3

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𝒥𝓊𝓁𝓎 𝟣𝟥𝓉𝒽, 𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟤
𝒮𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓎
𝐿𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔
•••𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒•••

The two of us sat in bed eating pizza and talking about how my day with her mother and Malia. I had a great time actually—Diane is a wonderful woman and I had the chance to really meet with Amelia's grandparents. Most importantly, they had a chance to meet with their great-grandchild. While we were having this good time, Amelia was dealing with issues.

Never did I think this would happen. Amelia always seem so strong when it came to her sobriety and always voiced how much her life changed because she let go of alcohol. One setback can just make you feel horrible—I can't help but feel disappointed that I wasn't there to help her today. Though she promises not to do it again, I'm still keeping my eye out for her behavior. I've been doing that anyway with the thought that she's going through postpartum.

"...I know you're nervous about spending time with my grandparents but I told you they were cool and very understanding." Amelia gives me a small smile while wiping the corners of her mouth with a napkin. "What else did y'all do today?"

"We took Malia to the park, mostly just walking and talking." I shared with her as I lean back on the headboard and place a pillow on my lap. "Your mother talked about your father...A lot actually."

Amelia pauses for a moment looking down at her empty plate before tossing her napkin onto the plate. She stands on her knees, putting our plates on the side table. "Really?"

"She told me more about him since you never talk about him," I added. She snaps her head over at me and gives me a furrowed expression. "Why don't you speak about him with me, Melia? He seemed like a wonderful man."

"Because I miss him." My wife mumbles and sits back down on the bed. She crosses her arms. "He is—He was a wonderful man. In my eyes, he never had a flawed bone in his body. He took care of everyone, family or not."

I smile lightly as she spoke about her late father. Amelia moves closer to me before resting her head on the pillow in my lap. "So I've heard from Diane. She told me how they met, how they managed to take care of you and your siblings, and how you and your father were extremely close."

She laughs gently and shakes her head. "We were joined at the hip when I was younger, I did anything with him. Even took up woodwork since he loved creating items with his hands." Amelia sighs while looking up into my eyes. "Then I hit eighteen and left home for Los Angeles, he didn't like it one bit. I always felt like he hated me for leaving."

"Why?"

"Because anytime I called back home to check on things, I would speak to everyone and they wanted to speak with me—except for my dad. It took him two years to at least speak to me over the phone."

I place my hand on her arm, rubbing gently. "I'm sure he didn't hate you for leaving. He probably didn't know how to share his emotions and tell you how he really felt." I assured her.

"I figure that. He and I never talked about it but when I came back to him for good, he was happier than ever." She giggles. Amelia nibbles at her bottom lip trying to hold back her smile, "He would have loved you, Prince. He would have been a bit hard on you in the beginning but eventually grew to love you."

I didn't know what to say at that moment. It's very touching and heartwarming to hear her say that because it means a lot. My parents would have loved Amelia and I told her that before. I lean down and kiss her lips sweetly as she bushes one of her hands again my jaw. We pull apart but stay close—face to face.

"You know that I love you more than anything?" I whisper against her lips. She nods silently as I saw tears in her eyes. "Anytime I look into Malia's eyes, I remind myself of how grateful I am for you. You give me all the reason to love and live, Melia."