Sequel to my story Torn, but Mended. Set about five years after the end of the story. Livvie and Rafe couldn't be happier. But what will happen when all that's been mended is suddenly breaking, ripping at the seams?
A/N: For those of you who do the math, Livvie and Rafe's real anniversary from the first time they got married during the show would be sometime during the spring/early summer. But, there are some things I have planned for the story that need to be in winter. For those who remember in "Torn, but Mended" I mentioned that Rafe and Livvie renewed their vows, so this is the anniversary they now celebrate. Any other bits of information will be included at the beginning of the chapters. I do not own anything to do with Port Charles or any of the characters created for that show.
Chapter 1:
The early morning sunlight streamed through the open blinds. Rafe Kovich stretched out his strong arm and wrapped it around Livvie's waist. She cuddled up next to his bare chest, held protectively in his gentle embrace. He placed a tender kiss on her neck, another on the soft flesh of her shoulder, and together they contentedly sighed. The night before, they celebrated eight years of marriage and now they were enjoying the comfort of a warm bed on a cold wintry Saturday nestled in each other's arms.
Rafe thought about the events of the previous evening. Livvie's father, Kevin, had arrived to take the children, six year old Ayden and four year old Colin, to his home in for the night. While the children slumbered peacefully in Port Charles Rafe, clad in black slacks and a burgundy button up shirt, and Livvie, dressed in a black, silken backless dress, dined together in a candle-lit Italian restaurant. They sampled the finest wine and danced close together in the light of the flickering flames.
"Good morning sweetheart," Rafe murmured into Livvie's ear and with a tender hand, he swept away her soft coal black hair to bestow affectionate kisses on the warm flesh of her neck. Turning her head so that her emerald eyes locked with his chocolate brown orbs, Livvie smiled at her husband. "Good morning to you too," she replied and rolled over to face him.
"Do we really have to pick up the kids from Dad and Lucy's today?" Livvie asked.
"Aren't you dying to see Ayden and Colin?" Rafe responded.
"It's not that and you know it Rafe but I liked having you all to myself. We don't get to do things like last night very often," she explained.
"I know baby," he kissed her forehead. "So, even though I'm so excited to teach the kids how to build snowmen and lots of other cool things in this magnificent snow we got last night, I'm willing to wait a little while longer."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh. I thought that we might make a stop at that coffee house you love and then I'll take you in that little bookshop that you never have time to go in,"
Livvie's emerald eyes lit up to the brilliant green that Rafe loved to see. After tenderly kissing Rafe's lips and announcing her desire for a shower, Livvie tossed away the thick navy comforter and the soft caramel hued sheets and padded on bare feet across the room to the bathroom that she shared with Rafe.
As she silently crossed the room, Rafe admired her beautiful form in the skimpy black chemise that clung to the peaks and valleys of her body. Rafe noted that even after bearing two children, Livvie's shape had remained relatively the same. He watched as the door closed to within a couple inches of the doorframe, stopped, and then opened again.
"Would you, uh, like to join me?" Livvie asked with a coy seductive look. Without speaking a word, Rafe tossed the comforter aside and crossed the room in a few quick, long strides.