Heading up to the penthouse suite you rest your weary head on James bicep as the lift ascends. Waiting as the doors shutter open stepping into the large open living space you note the huge banner across the fireplace.
‘Welcome home Mr and Mrs Barnes to be’
On the coffee table an abundance of wedding magazines were scattered across the surface. Picking up an envelope addressed to ‘The happy couple’ you open to see an congratulations card from Steve and Jade.
Your heart warms with excitement and content, leaning in to kiss James he whispers ‘Mrs Barnes’.
‘Mmm not yet Mr Barnes.’ Playfully teasing him as you place the card back onto the table.
Cupping your face, James eyes met yours, sternly stating – almost like a warning. ‘You best get planning then because I don’t want to wait a day longer than I have too.’
The cage of butterflies instantly released as they flutter around your stomach. Feeling your cheeks flush under his command to claim you for the rest of your life, you had never felt more loved and wanted. Standing on your tiptoes, reaching your arms to wrap over his broad muscular shoulders, you sweetly stroke his tired stubbled cheek, ‘I love you Mr Barnes.’
Letting out a yelp as his strong grip around your waist lifts you, throwing you over his shoulder so he can carry you across the room towards the bedroom, ‘And I love you too, future Mrs Barnes.’
Spreading your arm across the bed in search of James you find the bed cold and empty. Slowly rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you shuffle from the mattress, wrapping the sheets around you as the cold morning air chilled your skin. Pulling at the material bringing it closer to your skin, you wonder through the penthouse in search of your man.
Feeling slightly woozy you take a moment to steady yourself on the armchair as the world around you begins to spin. How are you still this exhausted? Rubbing your aching temple as you flop into the chair to rest you spot a piece of paper on top of the magazine’s.
‘Good morning Doll, sorry I didn’t wake you. You looked so peaceful in your sleep I couldn’t dare disturb you. I have headed out to Washington, if you need anything at all give Happy a call. Will speak to you soon.
Missing you already
B’
Moping over to the kitchen you stretch to reach a coffee mug from the shelf, shivering as the cold air slips through the bedsheet you instantly coil yourself back up.
Muttering as you walk to the thermostat ‘why is it so damn cold!....68 degrees?’ still feeling woozy, taking out your phone you send Happy a message asking if he wouldn’t mind bringing your laptop over from your flat. You didn't feel up to leaving and you haven’t had time to arrange all your things to be moved over yet.
Desperately needing to lean against something you settle down on the sofa. Waiting for a reply it isn’t long before your heavy eyes close and you drift back off.
Startled, the pounding on the large oak doors echoed through your head, the piercing pain made you screw your face. ‘I’m coming...’ you manage to wince back keeping your eyes partially closed, the bright light burning your eyes.
‘Miss Miller.’ Happy’s overly cheerful disposition greeted you as you opened the doors. Gesturing for him to enter you spot the cornered look alter his features. ‘Miss Miller, if you don’t mind me saying. You look dreadful.'
The beads of cold sweat sticking your hair to your face as it dropped from your forehead. Your face was as pale as the white bedsheets still enclosed tightly around your body to stifle to shivers.
Dropping your laptop case onto the cushioned chairs, Happy places his frozen hand to your forehead. ‘Your burning up. Let’s get you back to bed and I’ll fetch some medicine.’
Slowly nodding, more sleep sounds blissful right now, you achingly make your way towards the bedroom.
YOU ARE READING
Bee to my Barnes
Romance**Not based in the marvel universe but based on their characters, personality and relationships. I hope you like my take on their lives outside of the avengers. ** Heartbroken and lost, a small town country girl moves to the big city to be with her...
