Unexpected

51. Harry

Helen collapsed within a minute last night. She was very tired, but out of the ordinary, her eyes closed on their own.

I couldn't touch her breasts because they were sore, and it never happened. Something's off..

She now is still asleep, snuggled up next to me. But her expression is not relaxed and calm. She has a frown and every now and then she moans and changes position.

I gently brush her hair away from in front of her face and kiss her head.

God, how much I love her.

I knew I loved her a long time ago, only admitting it would have been too much. But knowing that she loves me too is the most beautiful thing in the world.

Fuck you, Dad, she loves me.

Since he was sent back, neither my mother nor I went to pay him a visit. He's a monster, he doesn't deserve anything.

Helen turns on her stomach, a moan and then a sigh escape from her lips.

I reach for my phone and check the time: half past ten. I know she would like to sleep, but her parents yesterday's told me to wake her up so they could see each other for lunch.

I kiss her lips, gently and over and over. "Baby..." I whisper.

She releases a breath. "Mhm..." she moans.

"I'm sorry to wake you up, but your folks want to see you later," I tell her, still in a low voice, and kiss her again.

A faint smile appears on her lips. "Okay..." she says, her voice hoarse from sleep.

"I'll take you to your apartment so you can settle down, okay?" I tell her, and then I get up. "I'll give you time to wake up while I'm getting dressed."

She stretches and turns on her back, covering herself with the sheets. "That's fine."

"Don't go around the house naked, the boys are here," I inform her.

She nods and then sits up, rubbing her eyes.

I go to the bathroom to pee, wash my face and brush my teeth. Then I go out and get some clothes to put on.

"Harry... can I borrow your shirt and a pair of boxers?" Helen asks me.

"Yes, wait." She sure doesn't want to put on that dress again.

I toss her what she asked for, then she gets up and starts dressing.

I turn around and see her leaning against the wall, her eyes closed and her breathing heavy.

I run to her in a second and take her face in my hands. "Hey, hey, what's up?" I ask, panicked.

She swallows and shakes her head, her eyes still closed. "I feel dizzy."

"Sit down and breathe for a moment." Her blood pressure might have dropped suddenly.

She sits down and then she tells me to get her something to eat that contains sugar.

I rush downstairs and take the entire package of the only sugary cookies we have in the house.

"Here," I tell her as soon as she gets back.

She takes one, with her hand shaking as she brings it to her mouth and starts chewing.

After a few minutes she seems to be better.

"Everything good?" I ask her.

She nods. "Better, yeah."

She picks up her things and puts on her heels of last night, because she has no other shoes.

I hold her hand as we go down the stairs, as a precaution.

We get in my car and I start the engine. Helen remains silent, with her head resting on the headrest and her eyes closed, her hands on her stomach.

"Why am I a woman? Why?" she says, complaining.

I chuckle. Classic complaint of all women when they have their period.

We get to her apartment building and I stop the car. "Do you want me to accompany you?"

She shakes her head. "No, come on. It's nothing, Harry," she reassures me.

I put her beautiful blonde hair behind her ear, and kiss her, slowly. "Let me know if something is wrong, okay?"

"Mh-hm, okay. See you this evening?" she asks me.

"Of course. Go, I love you, "I tell her.

She finally smiles. "I love you, Harry Davis. Bye."