Picture Perfect

Chapter One: One

Genova

Rolling over, I gripped the sheets in my left hand. I didn't dare open my eyes just yet. The morning light beat harshly at my still closed eyelids. Red and black circles swirls on the inside of my lids. His hands trailed softly down to my ass. I shivered. Abel knew just what to do in the early morning. It's always been that way, I guess. He would roughly rock me to sleep during the late night hours, then gently love me awake in the early light of morning. I turned my head in the opposite direction, before my eyes slowly opened. The first thing I saw as my eyes adjusted, was his still closed eyes. I took my hand and stroked his cheek. He hasn't shaved yet, so the stubby hair from his beard felt rough. He lightly squeezed my ass and moved closer to me. I knew he was seconds away from opening them beautiful deep brown eyes of his. I could forever get lost in those eyes. They were of an entirely different world than the one I lived in. Sometimes, I felt like I never really knew Abel. Like there was more to him than I thought. His eyes suddenly fluttered open. I loved his eyelashes. They were full and perfectly curled. They framed his eyes in a ornament way. His lips began to curl up into a smile, one that is scarcely seen. I smiled, tracing his lips with my index finger. I needed to cherish this small moment.

"Good morning," I breathed softly.

"Same to you." he sighed.

"How was your sleep?"

"Heavenly."

"Good to know."

The smiled quickly turned into a cocky grin. My heart began to race. He wanted round three and I was more than willing to give him that. My blush reached my temple, as he brushed loose strands of hair from my face. I really wanted to brush my teeth before anything. No matter; I always wanted to be at my best for him. Clothes, shoes, hair and everything, had to be on point. I didn't want to give him any reason to doubt his choices. He told me millions of times I was silly; he was happy where he was. But my spirit didn't believe it for a second.

"Let me go freshen up." I spoke huskily.

"For what?" he asked, still grinning.

"For you."

"Only if I get to go with you,"

"Then come."

"Hmmm, I can't wait to."

Laughing, I rolled over. Swinging my feet onto the floor, I felt the bed move as he got out of bed. I slipped into my house shoes and followed my love into the bathroom. We had a shower to take.

***

After lotioning his back, I walked into the kitchen. His tummy had rumbled, telling me that he was hungry. Something he didn't do much of. In the kitchen, I pulled out the pots and pans. Pancakes and bacon were his favorite. I opened up the cabinet and got the mix. He might want some french toast too. I grabbed up the bread and bacon, than began on his meal. His soft footsteps made me smile, as he appeared in the kitchen. For such a large frame man, his steps were incredibly light. They used to scare me when we first started dating. Especially at night. He knew that I was vastly afraid of the dark. I jumped at any slight movement or sound that didn't seem normal. I felt his presence at my back, looming over me as I cooked. Then his hands found their way to my shoulders, giving them a soft rub. He was ready to eat and I wasn't cooking fast enough.

"One second my dear," I spoke aloud to his questioning thoughts.

"How much longer?" he said into my hair.

"Five more minutes. Now shoot, I am cooking." I lightly scolded.

"Yes ma'am," he lowly whispered, kissing into my ear.

I grinned enjoying the soft affection. He was truly a lovable creature. He kissed my ear one last time and then padded soundlessly out the kitchen. I glanced down at the love bites on my arms. He marked as his own every chance he got. Something I never really minded. It felt good to be owned and dominated by a force of pure loving power. I pulled out a black glass plate and loaded the cooked food onto it. I made sure to dress it up neatly, then grabbed a glass and filled it with fruit juice. Orange juice was not his forte. Placing a fork between the bacon and pancakes, I picked up the dishes and made my way to the foyer. He seated on the couch, slouched. His attention was drawn into the television which he had on. His focus was so intense, I could feel it. I made sure not to break it by placing his meal down slowly onto the medium sized glass coffee table. Then I sat onto the couch, scooting over a little closer to him. I dare not to touch him as he watched the television. My eyes landed onto the show he was watching. I had no idea as to what it was, but it was intense. A lawyer dressed in army clothes, fired off question after question. It looked semi appealing. I wouldn't know; I barely watched television. I sighed softly and picked up a book from the coffee table. Opening it, I merged myself into the book. I had reached the sixth page of the book, when the movie went onto commerical. Breaking his gaze from the idiot box, he picked up his meal and began to gobble it down. Still reading, I raised an eyebrow. Soon I would be back in the kitchen making another plate. His appiete was larger than I thought.

***

A couple hours later, Abel had laid down for a nap. He had work later tonight. I pouted. I didn't want him to go. I wanted him to stay. But the bills had to be paid, and we needed to eat. I watched as he rested his head against the back of the couch, with his mouth slightly ajar. Poor thing has been tired lately. He needed a vacation soon, one where he could just sleep. I gathered up my book and went into the small library that I had made out of the second bedroom. Closing the door, I dropped the book onto the table and sat in my chair. Opening my laptop, I went into the saved documents. I went to the pictures folder, opening it. I poured through the photos of the livid past. Everything from then to now. I paused at one picture, studying it. My breath suddenly caught in my chest. I enlarged it, letting out a small cry. No. No.

It couldn't be.