Secluded Affair

Chapter 20

Jon, It's ok. Baby please"

"It's not ok. If I had not left you alone or woken you up to come with me, this would not have happened. It's my fault for leaving you alone".

"No, don't you do that, you don't get to blame yourself for this. This was not your fault. You stopped them. They left before anything serious happened".

He turned around in my arms and lifted my chin to look up at him. His baby blue eyes that generally sparkled were dull and full of unshed tears. I reached up to his lips and kissed him softly.

"Something serious did happen. You were assaulted and touched, and I should have been there to protect you; I feel like I failed you and let you down."

"Jonny, baby, you haven't let me down, far from it if you hadn't come home when you did... I am not going to go there with the end of that sentence. I'm glad to be safe with you, baby."

"I know I'm safe with you always and forever", I whisper and lean into his lips again and kiss him softly; he pulls me in closer and kisses me harder his kiss is dominating full of raw emotion. Finally, we pull apart, leaving me breathless from his kiss. He rests his forehead against mine and looks into my eyes.

"I missed you, baby; I missed your kisses, voice, laugh, etc. I even missed your attitude and bad jokes. I prayed so hard and begged for you to open those eyes, those beautiful chocolate eyes I get so lost in that feel like they are staring into my soul."

"Baby, I know, I heard everything you said. I tried so hard, but it was not time for me to wake up yet. He told me I had to rest before I was allowed to wake up. And then, when I died, I watched it all. I remember everything. I begged to come back, they gave me a choice to go or stay, and I knew I could not leave you, baby. I chose you".

"Who are you talking about? Wow, baby, you chose me?"

"Yes, I chose you; I would choose you every day, baby. George, my guardian angel."

We walked over to the bed, and we lay down together; I lay with my head on his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart. He had one arm around me, his hand drawing little patterns upon my skin, little goosebumps following; his other hand was holding mine, playing with my fingers.

"I had a dream the night you died. I was sat in the chair leaning over your bed, my head on your chest listening to your heart. Suddenly I was in a field. I do not know where it was, but there were flowers everywhere and then you, you were there in a white dress. You told me everything was going to be ok. We hugged and kissed, then you disappeared. I felt so excited after that dream that I woke up and looked at you. You looked more peaceful, and I felt hope for us, baby."

"I would never leave you, Jon; I would have fought to get back to you. I remember the dream, just talking to you; I had no words to describe it. I was just so happy you could hear me. I love you, Jon, more than words can ever describe."

I tilt my head up to look at him, 'he's so beautiful, I think to myself. He leans down and kisses me; I reach up and pull his head closer to mine. This kiss is full of every emotion bottled up over the last few days, and it's tender and full of love, longing, and so much more."

I lay my head back down on his chest and let out a big sigh, a happy, contented sigh. I close my eyes and listen to him breathing and his heart beating a concerto against his ribs. A knock at the door startles us from our daze; a nurse pops her head through and says she needs to do my observations and change my head dressing. She comes in with a trolley full of bandages and cleaning stuff. I move over to the edge of the bed and let her do her thing.