Deliverance (The LockDown Series Book 1)

by Dobson, Shannon

  “Angel, it is you who never disappoints or ceases to amaze me. So enjoy your party, go on and say hello to your guests.” He pats my backside and ushers me forward.

  I’m met, hugged, told Happy Birthday, and complemented on my ball gown more times than I care to remember. Every one of my new friends and surrogate family are here in attendance. As usual Maria looks absolutely stunning in her pale blue straight fitted ball gown and even more beautiful with a devil twin hanging off of each arm.

  All of Leighton’s men are here, including Scott, the Bulgarian whore, Kalina, holding onto him, but even her attendance couldn’t dampen my wonderful mood. Antonio looks rather delicious in his tux (my naughty mind imagining him joining the two of us in bed). Thomas and Nate stand together, a little too close for ‘friends’ as everyone else thinks they are, but oh well they have nothing to hide in my opinion.

  Of course when I look once again at Maria and the twins, they both look stunningly perfect next to their girlfriend.

  “Thank you so much for coming this evening, guys, I love you all so much.” I kiss each and every one of their cheeks. When I reach Thomas and Nate I lean in so they both can hear me as I whisper into their ears, “You two look so fucking good together. I wish you would let everyone see how perfect you are together.” I shrug, wink at them and then move on, leaving them looking to each other, and furiously blushing.

  I spend the first two hours of my party meeting and greeting everyone, having some of the non-alcoholic wine I have discreetly been pouring, trying to mask my pregnancy until it is time to announce it, dancing with my friends and gorging myself on the delicious array of buffet food set out, my growing baby kicking and moving around, begging for more every time I swallow. I swear I even see a few people staring at me like I am some sort of wild boar, because of the rate I am getting through the food.

  At ten o’clock there is a squeak from the microphone set up on the manmade stage at one end of the room. Leighton's up there and starts talking to the guests. “Everybody, if you could please make your way over here, and my beautiful girlfriend if you could come here for me,” he says smiling as I walk through the crowd to the stage.

  Leighton reaches down and takes my hand helping me up the steps to the raised platform. Moving me to the center of the stage he turns back to the audience.

  “Good evening everyone, I hope you’re all having a wonderful time celebrating Abigail’s birthday with us.” Catcalls come from the audience whooping me and screaming their happy birthdays. A shit eating grin breaks my face, my heart swelling with happiness at the realisation of how many loving people I now have in my life.

  “I have known Abbi for eight months now, and they have been the best eight months of my life. This beautiful woman you see in front of you, she hasn’t always been so confident and radiant, but I am proud and truly honored to have been the one to help her transform into this angel you see before you now. I have bought Abbi many presents for her birthday today, but I’m not done.” He finishes talking to the crowd and turns to me, facing me, taking hold of my hands in front of him.

  “Abigail Adams, from the day I met you, I have changed, you have changed me. I used to wake up every morning wondering what the point was. Why was I here? I didn’t have anything to live for and I had nothing to be thankful for. Ever since I met you eight months ago I thank God and every angel in the heavens above for meeting you. You complete me, you make me want to live and breathe. You are everything I am Abigail and I love you so damn much it hurts sometimes.” He bends to one knee in front of me, in front of the entire crowded room and reaches into his tuxedo jacket pocket and pulls a small velvet box from within. Opening the box he reveals the most beautiful princess cut diamond ring I have ever seen, not that I’d seen many. The damn thing brings burning tears to my eyes.

  Leighton takes my left hand, kissing the top of it and continues talking to me. “Baby, I want to wake to your face every day, hold you close to me when I sleep and spend every minute of every day loving you the way you deserve. Abigail Adams would you do the enormous honour of becoming my wife?” The tears that are filling my eyes escape and pour down my perfectly made up face.

  I collapse to my knees in front of Leighton, clasping his face in both of my hands, kissing his lips harshly and hugging him close to me. I lean into his ear and whisper my answer. “Yes Leighton, yes, I’ll be your wife.” He looks into my watering eyes and smiles at me. Kissing me and then sliding the ring onto my left ring finger.

  “SHE SAID YES!” he shouts to the guests, a return of screams and shouts, congratulations and best wishes from below fixes my once broken heart, filling the cracks and completing it.

  “That is by far the best present you have given me today,” I tell him looking to the audience. I get to my feet and walk to the stand taking the microphone from its hold; I address my friends and family.

  “Everybody, thank you so much for being here. You are truly the best friends and family a girl could ask for, you have fixed me and I don’t know how I could ever repay you for how complete you all make me feel. There are only three people I wish could be here today to celebrate my birthday with me; my beautiful friend David, resting in peace in the heavens, and the only parents I have known, Lisa and Carl. I wish they could be here, but I suppose you bunch will have to do.” I raise my glass and wink to everyone, “A toast to you all, for being the amazing and incredible people you are. I love you all.” I drink my fake Champagne and watch my party in absolute bliss, seeing everyone clinking glasses with each other.

  Leighton takes the microphone from me and addresses me once more, “Abigail, I have one more present for you, I told you I’d give you the moon, the stars and everything you would ever want. So baby, turn yourself around and say hello to your last gift. From me to you Angel, I love you so much.” Confusion plasters my face, the audience clearly suffering the same mixed up brain waves, their faces contort and serious. Then a few surprised faces stare back at me, I turn my body slowly. Standing at the back of the stage are two familiar people, the two people I thought I would never see again, the wonderful couple who pulled me from the deepest depths of despair and mended the broken pieces of my childhood, the loving man and woman who were my parents. Lisa and Carl are standing there, in the ballroom, in front of me, they are really there.

  I fall to the floor in an explosion of sobs, my head in my hands, my cries uncontrollably loud. I can’t even look at them. I think if I look up they won’t be here, that I’ve imagined it all. I want to remember seeing them not have the image ruined by a ridiculous dream.

  I feel two sets of arms wrap around me. I lift my obvious tear stained face and stare up into the familiar blue eyes of Lisa, the deep sapphire pools gleaming back at me, her own tears leaking down her rosy cheeks. Then I look across to the dark grey eyes of my foster father, Carl, the only man to take the role as father in my eyes, the man who threatened to chop David’s balls off if he hurt me, the guy who grounded me the first time he found me drunk, who gave me pocket money for doing chores and also bought me tampons when I desperately needed them.

  “You’re real.” I open my mouth to welcome them, but they are the only words my mouth can say, the only words that will leave.

  “And so are you. We looked, we searched forever Abigail, we tried to find you. I’m so sorry baby girl, I’m so sorry we couldn’t find you fast enough. I’ve missed you so much,” Lisa cries out as she frames my damp face with her warm, loving hands and rests her forehead to mine.

  “You look so beautiful Abigail, so perfect, just as I remember you,” Carl tells me as he takes me from Lisa’s’ grasp and pulls me to him in a firm, tight hug.

  “I can’t believe you’re here, I just can’t get over it. How did you find me?” I ask them, still kneeling on the hard floor of the stage.

  “We didn’t, we tried, God we tried so hard. Your fiancé found us; he met us and asked us to come tonight to see you again.” I look over to my fiancé stand
ing to the right of my openly displayed breakdown, a shy smile on his perfect face, shrugging lightly at me, in an ‘it was nothing baby’ gesture.

  I pull myself from my knees to a standing position. Walking over to him I fling my arms around him, squeezing him as hard as I can.

  “I stand corrected, that is the best birthday present you could have ever given me. Thank you so much Leighton. Thank you.” I cry again into his shoulder as his big firm hands sooth my back.

  “Abigail, it’s no problem. I’m just glad your family is now complete.” He pulls my head up and kisses my eyes, then my cheeks, my nose and then my swollen lips. “Now enough with the tears, I don’t want to see any more of them ever again okay.” I nod to him and force a happy smile from my lips. “So now everyone is here can we tell them our good news?” he begs me, his excitement simmering just below the surface.

  “We can. You do the honours.” I point to the eagerly waiting audience.

  Leighton is a natural and once again takes his position to talk to the people in front of us.

  “I am thoroughly happy that you all got to witness the reunion of my beautiful fiancée with her parents. It took me a month to find them but I eventually did, and here they are. In this world, family isn’t about blood; it’s about the connection, the love and the selflessness of the people around you, that’s true family. There are two reasons to why I found them; firstly, because I wanted my beautiful girl to have her parents back, and secondly, Abigail and I have some amazing news for you all and we wanted everyone important in our lives present. So now that our family is complete, we would like you all to know it is about to become even more complete as we are expecting our first child in January. I hope you can all raise a glass and toast to my fiancée Abigail, our beautiful baby and our wonderful family.” He raises his crystal Champagne flute towards the crowd. “To Abigail, her parents and Baby Lock.” Then he turns to me, leans down and kisses me. “I love you baby, you’ve made me totally complete.”

  Everybody mimics his toast and cheers roar through the room as Leighton takes me in a heated kiss.

  “Thank you Leighton, I will spend every day proving to you I am worth every ounce of effort you have put into us. I love you so much.” I kiss him back.

  For the last time this evening Leighton talks, “Happy birthday to my beautiful Abigail.” The crowd raises their glasses and shouts ‘Happy birthday Abbi’. “Now let’s get this party really going.” The music pounds from the speakers and people dissipate in different directions. Some remaining on the dance floor, to bump and grind against one another, others heading to the bar for alcoholic beverages and some others take seats inside and outside my fairytale haven.

  I can’t help but catch the death glares from Kalina every time I look her way but I wasn’t going to let her ruin my night or life. She can act like this immature brat as much as she likes, it won’t affect me anymore.

  By one o’clock in the morning, my feet hurt, my head is pounding, my skin is sweaty and sticky from the heat, but my heart is whole and my spirit is so bloody full that I’m sure you could see my halo of light from space.

  I have spent the last hour catching up with my foster parents and their lives, telling them about how Leighton found me and how we came together. They have congratulated me on my baby, rubbed my tummy and repeatedly kissed my head and hugged me. They are going to be staying in the mansion for the next week so we can continue to rebuild our relationship.

  Leighton carries me, somehow, to the bedroom at a little past one and plants my feet to the plush carpet, throwing my heels somewhere to the side. He kisses my face and stares into my eyes. “Happy birthday baby,” he tells me for umpteenth time this evening.

  He begins to unlace my dress at the back and then works the zip down. Sliding off the shoulder straps from my arms, he lets the layers of lace pool to the floor at my feet leaving me naked, my prominent baby bump on show.

  He wraps one of his strong arms around my waist and lifts me, then proceeds to kick the dress away and plants me back down on the ground.

  Leighton then drops to the floor in front of me, his face level with my stomach, placing a loud kiss to my bump.

  Standing to full height he picks me up once more and takes me to the bed, the covers already drawn back and lowers me onto the lush mattress. I release another loud sigh as my body is captured in the heaven of it.

  I lie and watch as Leighton strips his beautiful tuxedo from his sexy body. The little striptease awakening every nerve ending in my body, the exhaustion I was feeling spontaneously dissipating. I bite my lower lip and watch as his flaccid dick becomes instantly rock hard.

  I move my hand down my swollen breasts, over my tummy and in-between my thighs. Skimming across the shaven skin of my mound and diving in between my wet folds, I allow myself to feel the pleasure. Circling my forefinger over my clit, my body arches off the bed.

  “Rub that sexy pussy for me baby, get it nice and ready for me.” Leighton strokes his hard steel from root to tip, smearing the pre-cum built up over the head of his stealthy length.

  “Leighton I need you in me,” I beg him, my body desperately craving and needing him.

  “I wanted to take my time with you tonight, cherishing and loving every soft and delectable inch of you, but I just want to feel you around me, your tight heat sheathing me.” I feel Leighton’s weight upon me, his erection teasing my soaked entrance.

  I clasp his face and lean up to kiss him, releasing him I stare into his eyes, gasping as I feel him breach the barrier of wet heat.

  “Always so good,” he tells me as he clenches his eyes shut.

  “Look at me baby, I need to look at you when I cum around you.” He nods, and begins to move in and out of me getting faster, harder and fiercer with every push.

  “I love you Abigail, my beautiful fiancée.” Leighton picks up speed, his satiny hard dick sliding in deep and withdrawing from my sodden depths.

  “Abbi, at the same time baby, cum around me.” His deep growling tone has my orgasm approaching faster by the nanosecond.

  “Yes Leighton, I’m going to cum, harder baby, fuck me harder.” He pulls out and then slams into me, igniting a spark so fierce it could wipe a small country from the map.

  “Abbi, I’m fucking coming Angel.” His face screws up in pleasure, his mouth opening and releasing an animalistic cry.

  “Leighton, Leighton, baby, oh God baby, that feels good.” I exclaim as I ride my orgasm to the end.

  Leighton collapses on top of me, refraining from letting his full weight onto my stomach.

  “You make me so happy, and so complete Abbi. I love you, and I will always love you,” Leighton tells me after a few minutes. He pulls out from within me, his cock now flaccid against his thigh. He moves from the bed and across the room to the en-suite returning a few seconds later with a warm, damp cloth. Cleaning between my thighs, and then cleaning his glistening wet dick before he takes the flannel back to the bathroom.

  Before climbing back into bed with me, he switches the main light off and puts the lamp on, leaving some light on for me; remembering my fear of the dark. The fear has eased over the months; I am now able to sleep with the low lamp light instead of the bright main light. Just another thing Leighton has done for me.

  “Thank you for the most amazing birthday Leighton. I love you.” I kiss his mouth and forehead and then roll around so he can spoon me from behind.

  His large hands reach around from behind me and splay against my stomach. His lips press to my shoulder, his naked body warming me.

  “Sweet dreams Abigail. Sleep well Angel.”

  The week following my birthday, the bliss I was feeling inside continued, it doesn’t deteriorate or dampen at all.

  My parents are here with me, we spend time getting know each other again. They had managed to adopt a baby a year after I left, a little girl named Lily. She is now three years old, four in March, and by looking at the pictures, she is the m
ost precious thing I have ever seen in my life. My excitement at meeting my own child grows.

  Leighton has bonded with both Lisa and Carl a substantial amount, taking us all for dinner a few times, playing card games and having days out.

  When it comes to the time for them to leave I feel heartbroken again, like a piece of me is leaving the mansion with them. It is horrible. I don’t want them to leave; I fear that I will never see them again, that they will be torn from me.

  “Abbi, calm down sweetheart, we’ll be back sooner than you know. Carl and I will visit at least once a month. I’m not losing you again baby girl. You take care of yourself and that wonderful man of yours and my grandbaby.” Lisa kisses me on my cheek and pulls me into a heartfelt hug; her warmth embraces me and calms my pounding heart.

  Carl approaches me after shaking Leighton’s hand and thanking him for his hospitality. “Come here little lady.” He gestures for me to come to him, his huge fatherly arms open wide, inviting me.

  I curl myself into his embrace, as well as I can with my rapidly growing bump. “You are simply glowing Abbi, I’m so glad we finally have you back sweetheart. You keep in touch and we will see you soon, I promise you. We both love you darling, we never stopped.” He places a hard kiss to my temple and then releases me, returning to his wife’s side.

  They wave to me and then walk the huge driveway to their parked Audi. Getting in the car, turning on the ignition and driving away round the grand circular drive, I watch my parents leave, but I know it’s not for good, I know I now have everything I ever needed and wanted in my life.

  “Come here beautiful, let me treat you to lunch.” I take hold of my future husband's hand and relish in the warmth and strength he gives me.