Detective Liam Niles: The Diarium of Lady Tauna Drake- Second Edition by BONITA HIGHLEY - HTML preview

The Heir Of Heritage

Months later….The days of a season came and gone. The

green to yellow brown Autumn leaves showed an indication of the signs of change.

Lady Tauna Drake stood viewing outside her window, her hand lay upon her unborn child. Her thoughts of Detective Liam Niles still endure in her mind awaiting for his return.

Pastor Connor Drake stood watching her from her door. “It defies all logic, this thing of customs, rites and love. Just think Bren, anytime now, our heir grandson will be born. Damn. Where is that Detective of ours.”

Bren, sitting on the his office chair, gives a reasonable sigh. “Relax Connor. I did send a telegram, for the tenth time, in the last nine months. Poor Tauna. She has been strong in her own faith of Liam since she was three months, her love still endureths him. Yet, while on his assignment in England, the poor man doesn’t know of his pending fatherhood.”

The phone rang. Bren taps upon it, holds it to her ear. “Hello…. Liam!” her voice raised. ”You what? You couldn’t get through for many months because of heavy regulations and delays. Liam, for love of God, you must come now. It’s Tauna.”

Tauna, treads down the long corridor for her daily exercise, then suddenly stops, as she sees Dayn McConol suddenly appear, in front of her.

Dayn steps toward her. “So. You now carry his child. Why Tauna, why? We could have had all this together, but you chose him, the so-called master detective over me. ”

Tauna, slowly taking backward steps, tries to immediately leave back to her parents.

Dayn, taking swift steps towards her, grabs her arm, backing her up against the wall with his hands.

Tauna, struggling against him. “Nooo! Let go of ME!!!” She struggled to escape from him.

Dayn enraged. “ Consent to me Now, or this will be your fate, like with Sir Drake.” Suddenly, his body thrust up to hers, his facial expression in shocking excruciating pain.

Liam stood behind him, his face close, against his. ”Indeed, she carries the future heir of this kingdom-MY SON!!!” With gritted teeth, Liam jaggedly pulls his dagger out from Dayn’s back with jerking grit.

Dayn, fell to the floor unconscious.

Tauna, looked straight at Liam in much needed relief. “Liam.” Then placed one of her hands against the wall, the other hand, clinging a holding onto her unborn, bent over in labor pain.

Bren followed Pastor Connor into the room, sees their daughter in clinging to the wall in pain.

Liam, picks her up into his arm. “Connor, call the police and an ambulance, get this nemesis out of here, Bren, I need your assistance-stat! He steadfastly takes Tauna into her bedroom, gently lay her upon her bed,sees white tapered candles lined up around her bed. ”Blimey, Bren, what’s this all about?”

Pastor Connor enters, acknowledge him. “The sacrament ritual of childbirth of a coming heir.” Taking a matchstick, he struck it across the match box, then lit each candle, the aura flames of serenity glowed around them. “The nemesis is gone. Let it commence.”

Bren prepped Tauna, loosing up her clothing as she position herself as mid-wife.

Tauna, breathing heavy.

A few minutes later…

Outside, the cold autumn rain fell, while inside, the light of burning candles glows of spiritual warmth of ambiance in her room, as a tradition of ritual to signal an heir to be born, as she positions herself in bed about to give birth. Breathing heavily, Sweat accumulating on her face, her hair streamed wet with more sweat.

Bren supporting her. “Ok you’re doing good Tauna.”

Liam hand holding Tauna’s in support. “I’m right here, little girl.”

Pastor Drake pacing back and forth. “Behold, I shall greatly increase your birth pains.” He recites scripture.

Tauna Drake annoyed. “Shut up father!!! You’re disturbing my AURA”!!! She shouts out to him, while taking heavy breaths.

Bren shrewdly at him. “Not now Connor. Tauna, breathe!”

The storm outside becoming blustery. The candles half way burned, the flickering of time passing by as Tauna’s pain intensifies, as she takes another big breath. “I change my mind.” She whimpered.

Bren, smiles. “Almost there, keep pushing.”

Liam continues to grip her hand.

Tauna, takes another heavy breath, scrunches her face in pain, bares down hard, her face and hair saturated in sweat. “AHHHHH!!!!!”

The sound of a baby boy’s crying filled the atmosphere.

Tauna, exhausted, tiredly lay back into her bed to rest. A smiled relief washed over her face as she continued breathing for air.

Bren cuts the cord, wraps the baby up in a blue blanket, handing him over to Liam. “Liam, your son.” She smiles in pride.

Liam takes his son into his arms. “Welcome me son, Devon Liam Connor Drake Niles.”

Devon Niles- Whimpers, then cries.

Liam grinned his dimples with pride. “Ok, me son, your mother awaits.” He hands his son to his mother, with a kiss, lays baby Devon onto Tauna’s warm welcoming arm, then sits to her side to celebrate the birth of his son, as she lay her head upon his shoulder in comfort.

Tauna, in much loving relief. “For a moment in time. I didn’t think you would return.”

Liam clung to her. “My oath to your father, my bonding to you still stands. It is my rightful honored duty to prepare our son to protect the lineage-get that.” In a moment of silence, he reached over to cover her hand in gentry, as her hand takes his, into a bonding covenant.

Pastor Connor goes to Bren. “It is time. The chapel, in time, will be handed over to my descendants. Our daughter. Then, our grandson. And, Liam will be forever knighted in the church, to prepare his son as the Chivalry Chapel’s nobleman. Our lineage.”

The candle’s wax nearly all burned out for the rest of the night.

Two years later…

Detective Liam Niles, sitting in his room at his desk, holding his trench coat of arms button to view it close , thinking of its symbolic memory as he places it back into his pocket.

Two year old Devon goes to stand next to his father to observe what’s in his hands.

Liam turns to see his son. “There you are me son. Come here.” He lifts him up onto his lap. “And what do you have here? A new toy sword your Uncle Trey and Aunt Lauren gave you. To slay the dragons with.”

Devon’s innocent eyes upon his father for answer. “Daddy, what is a ‘kiss mommy’?”

Liam clarified. “Oh, you saw us. Yes me son. When I kiss your mum, it’s like going into a magical place that I never want to leave. And in between your mother and me, is where you came from. A world of loving magic. And, there is a place called reality that we must live in daily.” He takes the toy sword to show him. “Then we take up the sword to fight off the mean dragons. I shall protect you, mummy, grandma and grandpa, with this castle with my life. And you shall take over one day.” He kisses his forehead.

Pastor Drake came walking in. “There you are my grandson.” He picks him up from Liam’s lap. “Grandma told me to give this to you, a token of God’s love. “ He gives him a small piece of soft candy.

Devon swiftly Takes it from his grandfather’s fingers, puts in in his mouth.

Tauna enters into the room, gives Liam a curious look.

Liam showed her the wooden sword. “ I must continue to fight with my sword.”

Tauna, with a wry smile. “Oh, he showed you his new toy.”

Liam concurred. “Yes, very valiant, I’d say.”

Tauna lovingly looked into eyes. “Just like his father.”

Liam smirks his dimples wide. Gives the toy back to his son. “ Oh, and I almost forgot. My Brother Trey’s new wife is now in the pudding club. They will be arriving soon.” The doorbell rings. He gets up from his chair to answer the door. “Brother Trey and Lauren. Come in, you’re just in time for a new assignment.”

Trey enters inside with his with wife and grinned. “You know I’m always ready.”

Lauren stood with a grin.