-Maeve's POV-
I wake up with a groan, shifting around so my body is no longer on top of Rivers.
I smile over at her. The sunlight which was seeping through the windows, lay against her skin making her look angelic.
Her dark hair fanned around her head, a few stray pieces fell against her forehead and cheek.
I gently brush them away, decorating the newly uncovered skin with small peck like kisses.
I'll make her breakfast.
Smiling at the thought of doing something to make her happy, I sit up and stretch my arms over my head getting a pop in return.
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Walking to the kitchen, I tighten my robe around my waist- keeping it snug.
The moment I enter the kitchen, my heart plummets.
On the floor was shards of glass surrounding a relatively large rock. Our kitchen window was shattered.
I stare in shock. My breath caught in my throat.
My eyes gloss over in fear and irritation. I turn on my heels and enter our bedroom again.
"River." I mutter in a shaky voice. She lets out a soft hum and buries her face into my thigh.
I smile sadly at her, she's so precious.
I shake her again. "River wake up."
"What's wrong?" She asked, her voice sleepy and raspy.
"The window." My voice broke out in a crack.
She gets up, the blanket sliding off of her, exposing her bare skin.
I keep my eyes focused on her face as she slips on an oversized shirt and slippers.
"Here, look." I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the kitchen.
Rivers reaction mirrored mine. "What the fuck." She groaned out.
"Should we leave now?" I ask softly, swallowing the awful knot in my throat.
She hesitates before answering, "I think we should."
I nod stiffly and go to grab our bags.
Once I enter the kitchen again, River is sweeping up the shards of glass left on the floor.
"Oh baby, it's okay you don't have to do that."
She just looks up at me and shrugs, very visibly upset.
My heart clenches. I can't wait for this to all be over.
"This is everything." I gestured to the few bags of essentials and things we felt were important.
She nods and lets out a small 'okay' before grabbing two bags and taking them to the car.
I grab the last few, throwing them into our trunk.
River was sitting in the passenger seat, her head resting against the window.
I walk around the car, making sure to check each tire for any type of damage.
Usually in horror movies the villain goes for that first.
Thankfully, there was no damage to the car.
For some reason that didn't feel very reassuring.
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We're on the road again. This cycle of being on the road, finding somewhere to settle, getting comfortable, only to have to leave again is awful.
