Chapter 10
Finally life was good. Nadia happy accepting what had occurred. Sydney, the pregnancy making her bloom a little bit more each day. And her marriage was as good as ever. The missing years floating away.
Unbelievable to believe that it was nearly a year since she was rescued from her hell. And how much has changed since her lowest point in her life, the few minutes before that attempted execution. The nightmares finally gone. Wait a minute think about the present Irina, not the past. It won't do you any good rehashing what has happened.
"Darling" Jack said putting his arms around Irina's shoulder's. "What's on your mind?"
"Just thinking back on things." Irina said lifting herself up to kiss her on the lips.
"What about it?" He asked coming around to sit next to her.
"That in the longest time since I remember, nothing has happened, gone wrong or that one of us has been incarcerated by the US government."
"Please do not tell me that you actual miss all that."
"No, I prefer it so much more now. You and me together, ,my children around me, happy in their lives. Our first grandchild on the way. It's just all good now."
"Hmm, I know what you mean. Who would of thought this could of happen a year ago. That I would be so blissfully happy again. That you and I would be together. That Sydney would be pregnant." Jack looked Irina straight in the eye. "You do know that I love you."
"I know Jack." Irina said bringing her left hand to his face. "And I love you too."
"You do remember that Nadia and Sydney are coming for dinner?" Jack asked her.
"Yeah. I need to get dinner started soon."
"Not to soon. I hope." Jack said leaning over to kiss Irina passionately.
The phone started to ring in to ring in the house.
"Just ignore" Jack told Irina. "Let the machine get it."
The phone stopped ringing and the machine kicked in.
"Jack, Irina. Sydney's been rushed into hospital. She's gone into labour. Just hurry up and get here." Vaughn said
Jack and Irina looked at each other. Each wearing the same look of worry for their daughter.
