Page 10 of Forgive Me, Father

Seven

Gabriel

I should be asleep, but I’m wide awake. Olivia—my angel, my sweet girl, my everything—lies curled against me, her head on my chest. She’s fast asleep, her eyelids fluttering occasionally, her breathing deep and even.

The world is quiet, with barely any traffic sounds floating up from the street below, no footsteps in the hallway outside, no chiming elevator.

It’s just me and my girl, alone together, tangled up in white sheets.

Curled together in the bed where I took her virginity.

In the bed where I broke my vow of celibacy after over a decade.

I watch Olivia sleep, taking in every single detail. The way her long lashes fan out over her cheeks, the way her full lips part slightly with every exhale. She’s so beautiful. She looks like the living embodiment of peace.

Despite the earlier turmoil inside me over breaking my vow, over throwing my career and possibly even my soul away over this, I’m at peace, too. I regret nothing. Tonight felt like an inevitability. Like Olivia and I were always destined for each other.

Maybe all of this was just part of God’s plan.

My cock twitches as I replay everything we did. The first time I saw her naked. The way she tasted. How hot and tight she was around me. The way her nails scored down my back as I made her mine.

It was fucking perfect. And I’m not just saying that because up until a few hours ago, I’d been celibate for over a decade.

God, the way she called me Daddy …blood flows into my cock as I replay it in my mind, over and over again. Olivia calling me Daddy did something to me. It changed me. It made me a new man.

The man I’m meant to me. Olivia’s Daddy, who takes care of her in every single way. Every part of her is mine to care for. Her heart. Her soul. Her insanely tight little pussy.

My balls throb, despite the fact that I emptied them into her twice tonight. I hadn’t planned on taking her again the shower, but it was what we both wanted. Both needed.

She shifts against me, sighing softly in her sleep, and a feeling I’ve never experienced before washes over me. It’s primal and possessive. It’s overwhelming. And it feels right, more right than anything I’ve felt in a long time.

I’ve never felt so alive. So consumed with another person.

I’ve fantasized about her countless times, but they all paled in comparison to the real thing.

The feeling of her skin against mine, her moans and breathy sighs, the way she gave herself to me completely.

The way she called me Daddy and told me to fuck her forever.

It was dirty and raw and fucking perfect.

I stroke her hair, the soft strands slipping through my fingers.

I feel like a different man, which makes sense, because everything has changed.

I’ve crossed a line I can’t uncross. I’ve broken a vow I upheld for fourteen years.

But as I look at her, I don’t feel regret.

I don’t feel anything but love and joy and protectiveness.

I could never regret something that felt so right.

She’s mine now, in body, in soul, in every way that matters.

I won’t let her go. She’ll never have to face anything alone again. She’s mine.

Mine.

But I can’t pretend there aren’t consequences for what we’ve done.

Consequences I’ll need to face. I need to figure out what’s next.

For us, for me, for my place in the church.

The thought of leaving, of turning my back on the priesthood, on my parishioners, on everything I’ve known for the last decade…

it’s daunting. But the thought of not being with Olivia…

my chest hurts just thinking about it. Physically hurts.

The idea of losing her is unbearable. Unfathomable.

And I won’t treat her like some dirty little secret.

I’ll love her openly, out loud, without remorse, no matter what.

I reach out, stroking my knuckles down her cheek. She stirs slightly and murmurs my name in her sleep, snuggling closer. A smile spreads across my face, my heart feeling like it’s too big for my chest.

And I know that whatever comes next, whatever challenges we face, we’ll face them together. I’ll protect her, love her, guide her, support her with everything I have. With everything I am.

Because she’s mine, and I’m hers. Completely. Irrevocably.

I finally fall asleep with the word forever echoing through my mind.