The Chase by Amber Riel (story reading txt) 📖

          “It’s not that simple, Sam.  He’s after a criminal, it takes a little while….”

          “A little while?  It’s been hours…. He should be back by now….”

          Annie shook her head as she looked at me.  “You have to give him…. Okay?”

          I nodded and slowly felt my eyes grow heavy from sleep.

          “Wake up, Auntie Samantha,” Lainie’s little voice spoke as she tapped my hand.

          I sat up and looked around, rubbing my right eye.  “What is it?”

          “It’s Uncle Louis,” Lainie spoke with excitement growing in her tone.

          I quickly jumped off of the couch and hurried out of the room.

          I tackled Louis on the porch.  He kept his ground as he wrapped his arms around me.  “Hey, honey,” he spoke softly.

          I looked up at him with tears still falling from my face.

          He placed his thumb on my left cheek and began wiping away the tears.  “I’m glad to see you too,” he said as he smiled.

          I looked up at him and then I noticed a bullet hole on the left side of his shirt.  “OH MY GOSH!  YOU WERE SHOT!” I shouted as I looked up at him.  My tears began forming in my eyes again.

          He kept the smile.  “Relax…. I’m wearing a bullet proof vest under my shirt.”

          “I don’t care,” I told him as I pulled myself out of his grip.  “I was worried about you and then you come back with a bullet hole in your shirt…. I could have lost you if you weren’t wearing anything to keep you safe….”

          He kissed me like he had the day at the mansion when we shared our first kiss.  “Better?”

          I was speechless.  How could he do that to me?  How was it that after he did something that could have gotten himself killed he would kiss me and shut me up?  How did that kiss reassure me after the worry and fear I had to go through?  I nodded as I smiled.  I didn’t know what it was but somehow when he kissed me, everything felt a thousand times better than it had before.

          “Fourteen.” 

          It’s been nine years since then…. Eight since Louis and I got engaged…. Seven since we got married…. Six since we found out that I was pregnant with our first son…. Five years after our eldest was born and I’m now four months pregnant with our second child.

          “What are you doing, honey?” Louis asks as I close my journal and look up at him with a smile.

          “Writing,” I reply as I start to stand up and his arm wraps around me helping me to keep from falling.

          “Where’s LJ?”

          “In his room.”

          “Good…. Come here…. How’s our unborn child today?”

          “Just fine…. Started kicking today.”

          “Awe…. And I missed it?” Louis asks with a smile.

          “Sorry, honey…. You were at work.”

          Louis nods.  “Well, then I guess I know where I stand,” he laughs.

          I shake my head at my husband’s words.

          He pulls me close to him and we kiss.  “There, does that make up for not being able to be there?” he asks.

          I nod.  “You don’t count our kisses anymore…. Why not that was cute?”

          He laughs again.  “I do…. In my head but we’re usually doing other things….” He places his hand on my pregnant belly as I stare up at him and smile.  “This is an example of that…. Besides we’re at 1,458….”

          “Wow.”

          He nods.  “I love you, Sam.”

          “I love you too, Louis.”

          We share a long exciting kiss.

                                                            The End

Text: Amber Riel
Images: Amber Riel
Publication Date: 09-03-2013

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Dedication:
For anyone who loves thrillers, mystery, or romance