My Ex-wife, My Destination

Daisy’s P. O. V.

I lie on the bed in his shirt after the shower-or I should say, after the wild fucking session in the bathroom. Luke fucked me in every corner: placing my legs on his shoulders on the countertop, from behind pinning me against the glass door, on the floor, and, of course, under the shower, pressing me against the wall with my legs wrapped around him.

That’s how our first night after marriage is going, full of passion. I’m so sore but still yearning for more.

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“Close your eyes, Butterfly,” Luke orders me in a soft tone, standing in front of me in a wet shirt, a towel wrapped around his waist. “I have a surprise for you.”

My eyes shine at his words, and I immediately close my eyes, my heart thumping with excitement.

After a few seconds, I hear his gentle voice. “Now you can open them.”

I stare at his face in confusion after opening my eyes. He gestures for me to look down, and as my gaze shifts, I gasp.

He is shirtless now, and on his chest, a tattoo is engraved. A butterfly with a crown above it is inked, symbolizing me and Hope. Just below this thoughtful artwork, in elegant cursive script, is the phrase “My life.”

As he approaches me, I fix my eyes on his tattoo, tears of joy welling up in my eyes.

I never thought that on the first night after marriage, Luke would give me such a precious gift. He knows my taste in gifts; expensive jewellery doesn’t mean much to me. But this, this is priceless.

As he settles down beside me on the bed, I caress the tattoo. “Luke, this is… it’s beautiful.”

He has rendered me speechless.

“You and Hope are my life, Daisy. I wanted something permanent to remind you of that every single day.” He takes my hand in his and kisses it.

I smile through my tears, overwhelmed by the love he’s showing. “You didn’t have to do this to prove anything, Luke. Your actions have already shown me how much you’ve changed and how much you care.” I sit up and embrace him.

Nobody can say that he is the same Luke who treated me like trash six years ago. Life is truly unexpected.

“I’ll keep showing you every day until my last breath how much you mean to me, Butterfly.” He pecks my head.

As we pull apart, I trace my thumb on the crown inked on his chest. It represents Princess, our little daughter Hope. “When Hope looks at it, she’ll be so happy.”

“I can’t wait to see her reaction.” He lies down, pulling me into his arms, removing his towel, and covering us with the comforter.

I snuggle closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. Every time we lie like this, I feel so grateful for him being there with me.

In this one year, he has completely transformed my life. It still feels like a dream that Luke has become my husband again and I have become his life. The suffering of many years is worth it in the end.

***

Three Days Later

After spending our short honeymoon, we return to New York. I can never forget those three days. We had a lot of fun, marked every corner of his private island with our love, and spent most of our time lying naked on the beach, losing ourselves in each other’s arms. He also punished me on the beach for climaxing without his permission by tying me in an uncomfortable position for half an hour before finally giving me what I was yearning for.

Now Luke and I sit on the bed with Hope. She is unboxing her gifts, her blue eyes shimmering with enthusiasm. Nobody would guess she was crying and breaking our eardrums just a few minutes ago because she’d missed us. However, as soon as she saw her gifts, her sadness disappeared.

“Hopi, now Daddy has a special gift for you. Do you want to see?” I ask, making her sit on my lap and embracing her.

God! I missed my princess so much.

“Wow! A special gift. What is it?” She asks, staring at her daddy with curiosity in her eyes.

“For that, you have to close your eyes, kiddo,” Luke says, glancing at me.

Hope’s eyes light up with excitement as she quickly closes them. I watch Luke as he carefully unbuttons his shirt.

“Okay, princess, you can open your eyes now.”

Listening to Luke’s soft voice, Hope’s eyes flutter open, and she gasps in amazement as she sees the tattoo on Luke’s chest.

She shifts from my lap to Luke’s, her eyes glued to the tattoo. “Daddy, it’s so pretty!” She exclaims, caressing the butterfly with the crown.

“Do you know what it means, Hope?” He asks her, stroking her hair.

She shakes her head, glancing at him. “No, Daddy. What does it mean?”

“This butterfly with the crown represents you and Mommy,” Luke explains. “The butterfly is Mommy, and the crown is you, our little princess. And the words below say, ‘My life,’ because you and Mommy are my life.”

“Wow, Daddy. It’s so amazing. I love this tattoo a lot.” She begins bouncing on the bed, clapping her hands. “Yippee… my daddy is the best. He got a tattoo of me and Mommy.”

Luke and I chuckle at her. She is our little bundle of joy.

“Daddy, Hopi loves you so much.” She sits on Luke’s lap, and after cupping his face, she pecks on his lips.

“I love you more, princess.” He presses his lips on her forehead.

I admire them with a smile on my face. This is the family I’ve always dreamed of, and I feel incredibly grateful for the love and joy we’ve found together.

At night, as I lie down in Luke’s arms, Hope sleeping beside me, hugging her rabbit, I wonder about my life with Luke.

The journey beginning from being his submissive wife to his ex-wife, to being the mother of our daughter, to being his girlfriend and finally becoming his wife again has been filled with twists, turns, and unexpected joys.

Luke’s transformation from the man who once hurt me to the man who now cherishes and respects me is still unbelievable, but worth it.