Simple Perfection

Sometimes what we want isn't what's best for us - Della

I think that everyone's life is controlled by a series of events. They choose what they want and if it is in their control they can reach it. Sometimes luck shines on them and sometimes it doesn't. I also think accidents happen and we are placed in situations where we have to do things for those we love that we don't want to do.

I was pretty damn sure there was a Twitter hashtag that said #NanHater.

Stop mentally fucking her while she’s holding my kid.

In all her twisted perfection she had made me fall helplessly in love with her. A life without her in it seemed pointless.

Hold her for me. Hold her tight. Don't let her be lonely. Don't let her hurt. Please.

With Woods arms wrapped around me and the beat of his heart pressed against my chest, I knew he would hold me steady. If I ever fell, I’d have him to catch me.

You're my all-in Della. I'll throw it all away for you. I just want you. I'm all in, baby. This life with you, I'm planning on us.

Della was my go all in. She was my winning hand. You can't play when you go all in and lose. I'm out." "No, you're not. This hand ain't over yet," Rush said.

Really? You’ve started drinking whiskey before lunch?” Rush wasn’t giving in... “He’s fucking your sister. Hell, anyone that stupid has to drink to stay sane,” Dean said in a bored tone.

Get your ass ready. She’s coming back.

He was mine, and I'd be damned if I was going to let some other woman have him. I would shove the candlelight up her ass.

This hand isn't over. It can't be. I went all in.

Sometimes what we think is perfect is royally fucked up.

Rush walked into the room with Nate in his arms and a baby bag over his shoulder. That was funny shit. Rush Finlay, badass rock star’s son, had a baby bag and a baby in his arms.

he didn't like Nan. Neither did the rest of the world. I was pretty damn sure there was a Twitter hashtag that said #NanHater.

It was the best chapter.I'll have more chapters though.

Ella es mi perfección. Tiene mi corazón en sus manos. Cuando sufre me pone de rodillas. No hay manera de explicar lo que siento por ella. Pierdo un pedazo de mi alma cuando la veo sufrir.

Me gustaba saber que yo podía defenderla de su miedo. Era una droga poderosa saber que yo era todo lo que necesitaba.

Él necesitaba ser capaz de vivir sin preocuparse por mí. Yo necesitaba ser capaz de vivir. Su naturaleza protectora comenzaba a ahogarme y lo amaba demasiado para herirlo diciéndole algo. Iba a tener malos momentos. Iba a dar un traspié con mi cabeza a veces y él no podría estar siempre ahí para mí. Solamente no sabía cómo hacerle entender y aceptar eso. ¿Cómo podríamos hacer que esto funcionara? No podría ser para siempre.

Nuestro capítulo se terminó. Era el capítulo más lindo en mi vida. Sabía que tenía el final feliz mucho antes de que fuera tiempo y ahora necesitaba vivir el resto de la historia sin él. No era la forma en la que se suponía que la vida fuera, pero era mi vida.

I'm holding on by a damn thread. Your phone calls and the fact I know she's in nice hotels and eating good food is the only fucking thing keeping me sane.