Always Romira

Chapter - 46

Akira
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After savouring heavenly looking pasta and delicious cheesecake, so yummy that it almost made me cry with the pleasure and the fact that good food is the best therapy seems almost true because let's face it sex is still number one and sex with Romero King tops everything else, no competition, we are sprawled on the couch with Romero spooning me from behind.

He does it well though, I can't get up even if I wanted to. My both legs are sandwiched between his own. His one arm is under my head as my own personal pillow and other has slipped inside my top and laid possessively on my stomach, caressing the skin softly, leaving a trail of goosebumps on its wake. His head is rested on my shoulder blade, his even breathing and steady heart beat providing the reassurance I didn't know I need.

"Tell me about this ship making stuff."

"Yacht."

I roll my eyes, "Yacht, tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"When did you think about it? How did you start it? How old were you? And why this? How do you know Bernie? Where does he fit in all this? How exactly-"

"Easy there, tiger." He interrupts with an amused laugh, stopping my train of questions.

Looks like I have tons of if.

Curiosity, is a bad thing they said.

But it's also very tempting.

"So yeah tell me all of that, I guess."

"Fine but you need to tell me something in return."

Not again, I groan, "You said you will give me time!"

"Lady, I said no such thing and I gave you time but that's not what I wanna know right now."

Huh

I lift my head and eye him skeptically, can't help it, him giving in is not a reaction I'm used to.  "What is it then?"

He goes silent for a long moment and a shadow of doubt reflects on his face before he sighs, "How do you feel now that you're reunited with your father? Did you really forgive him? How are you sure he wouldn't do same again?"

What?

Where did this come from?

My father is not the topic we have discussed often, he let me make my decision while he stood beside me, supporting me. I realise how ridiculous it makes me that I'm not standing beside him and allow him to make his own decision, that I'm thinking of interfering with something that's not my business but what else is there for me to do?

I can't just sit idly and watch him suffer. I don't trust him with his own happiness, he denies his problems, doesn't want to face the demons and slash them for once and all. So if I need to wield the sword for him so be it. I'll do it, I just hope he'd understand my position because alternative is not bearable.

So that's why I'm not sure why he is asking me about my father unless, a thought comes in mind out of nowhere but fits perfectly in the equation, it's not really my father he wants to know about.

His mother.

Hope can be a bitch.

It lifts you high up but doesn't let you forget you can always crash down.

So I'm not gonna hope.

"I'm not exactly sure how to answer that.  I guess I don't feel the self loathing I used to feel. With accepting him, I truly accepted I wasn't at the fault of what happened. It made me realise that he is just a human like me, that he is allowed to make mistakes and that he is allowed to make up for it. What matters is that he regret his actions and he owns it up and now that he is trying to rectify them, who am I to stop him? I have made mistakes too but I was given the chance to prove myself so how can I deny his redemption? Of course it's going to take time to trust him completely but if he can try so can I." I smile as I remember Dean's face when I asked to have dinner together this weekend.