**Delilah**

"Oh my goodness, it's so pretty", I gasp as Blake places the moon necklace around my neck.

I smile as he places a gentle kiss to my neck, leaving my skin tingling under his touch. " I love you to the moon and back", he says with a wide smile placing a kiss on it.

"That's so cheesy", I laugh placing my lips to his in a long passionate kiss. I break away from the kiss gasping for air and Blake continues to stare deep into my eyes, setting my stomach alight.

"Cheesy, but cute", I comment and he pecks my lips with a grin.

Someone clears their throat behind us and I turn seeing it's gran. She looks at us with so much love in her eyes.

"Sorry to interrupt you two love birds, but the cakes not going to make itself", Gran teases and Blake tightens his grip around me.

"No don't leave", he playfully whines and I wiggle out of his grip giggling, but he tightens his grip.

Gran laughs as she watches me pathetically failing to break free from Blake's very warm, cosy embrace.

"No you can't leave me all alone", he whines with a chuckle. I place my lips on his and he cups my face, taking it as the perfect opportunity to break free.

He stares at me with shock in his eyes as gran and I laugh. "Aww no fair", he whines and I blow him a kiss walking to the kitchen.

Gran already placed all the ingredients on the counter, so I wash my hands before cracking the eggs in the bowl and follow her special recipe.

"I can tell he makes you very happy" gran says suddenly and I smile.

"He really does gran. He makes me feel special and loved. I really don't understand what I did to deserve such a kind hearted, lovely, passionate, successful man in my life", I say honesty with a fully blown smile on my face.

"He reminds me of Damon", gran says her voice soft. Damon is my grandpa. He was a lovely man. He always spoiled me when I first moved in with him and gran. He did everything in his ability to be the father figure in my life.

And at some stage I didn't even think of him nor grandma as my grandparents....but my parents. I can see it in grans eyes that she misses him dearly every single day.

Tears fill my eyes as the wonderful memories of grandpa Damon floods my mind ever since I was five. He would write songs and sing them to me and I would create a dance routine. Together we called ourselves, The dancing D Dees.....yeah I know that name sucks, but I was five it was the only thing I could come up with. But I didn't care at the time because grandpa Damon said it was perfect. And he was always right.

That's also how I got the nickname 'Dee'.

He was the one that made me realise I wanted to sing once he let me join on writing the songs. He said I was talented and had a gift not many people had.

Granma Linda always wanted to join our little band, but grandpa and I decided she can only be the backup singer. Because I will always be the lead singer.

I always wished that one-day I will find someone who will love me just as much as I love them. Like granma, grandpa D and I lived happily ever after.

Granma Linda was always full of light and energy, until grandpa passed away six years ago from a heart attack, after I turned fifteen. And realised my fairytale has ended. Until I met Blake, my prince charming in my fairytale.

Something was always missing from her. But when I find her watching Blake and I, that light returns and her eyes sparkle. As if she's imagining herself in my shoes, and grandpa in Blake's.

"The way Blake looks at you, even when you not looking, takes me back to the days Damon would stare at me with admiration. Whenever I caught him stare he would whisper the word 'beautiful ' under his breathe, making me feel like a feel like a teenager all over again".

"He was always quite the charmer.", gran says the last part with my smile and tears slowly slide down her cheeks.

I place my hand in hers, gently giving her hand a squeeze and she closes her eyes. I feel a giant rock developing in my throat amd find it hard to swallow.

We hardly ever spoke about grandpa Damon knowing that it would only hurt us, knowing that such a wonderful human-being does not exist in our lives anymore. But he will forever be engraved in our minds and our hearts.

I pull gran into a tight hug as she and I let out silent tears.  Wanting to be strong for each other, although we share the same amount of pain.

I will never forget the day I spend as a little five year old girl, crying days and days away, when I found out about my mom's car accident. The day my little heart broke at the thought I was never going to see my mother again.

But there was one-day in particular when grandpa wrapped his arms around me his eyes pink and puffy matching my own, placing gentle kisses to my forehead. Using his thumb to wipe away my tears that came rushing down my face like a river as I clung onto my pink stuffed bear.

"Why cry over a soul being set free?" He asked me. And I stared at him with big fluffy, pink eyes with no words in my mouth. I just hug him tighter, not wanting him to leave me anytime soon.

I shut my eyes tight letting the hot tears roll down my face. It was as if part of me was not there.

Granma slowly let out of my embrace and wiped my tears with her thumbs. Placing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

"Why cry over a soul being set free,", she asks her voice soft and gentle.

A force a smile on my face and gran does the same. Neither of us saying anything further, just enjoying each others company well it lasts.

Something that I learnt from grandpa Damon was that. Someday every thing will make perfect sense. So for now, laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears, and keep reminding yourself  that everything happens for a reason.

**[A/N]**

This chapter is dedicated to everyone who has lost someone special and close to them. Or lost someone special in their lives, but didn't get the chance to meet them❤

Take this time to remember those good memories. Cherish it. Keep it. And guard it with your life🌷

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Loads of love❤

Nabz

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