ALWYAS, OUR SECRET DREAM 3
SKYLAR WILLIAMS
A girl from England who was searching for a place to escape, one that allowed her to live out her dreams without having to hide in the shadows.
One bratty message was how her journey started, giving her...
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I push open the door as silently as I can, slipping inside the darkened room. I close and lock the door behind me as I make my way over to the bed. Slipping out of my shoes as I go. A sad smile taunts my lips as I look down to find my beautifully sad girl snuggled up on my side of our bed, her nose stuffed into my pillow. I bailing softly as she sleeps.
If I didn't already know she was hurting her sleeping on my side would have been a silent indication. We are both religious about our sides on the bed and only ever cross onto the others when we are in desperate need of comforting.
'Baby?' I whisper, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her temple. Breathing in deeply her floral, vanilla scent. Pulling back I stand up and walk around the bed, slipping out of my shirt before climbing under the covers to join her. Pulling her body into my arms, her chest firmly against mine as my head rests on top of hers. Pressing kisses to her hair every few minutes as I caress her back. My palm against her heated skin.
How can someone so pure look so troubled even in sleep? Sky had said that an angel had been sent to speak with her whilst she was unconscious in the hospital. Something about her being one of the few chosen angels on this earth - I've both heard and read about how God only gives you what you can handle and often those who have had to deal with hardships will come out better from it.
'Sweetheart?' I try again giving her another gentle nudge, my fingertips brushing away the mane of blonde hair from her face.
She grumbles in her sleep before she slowly wakes up. The tropical blue of her eyes shimmer in a sleep-drunk haze before locking on mine. Pausing for an exaggerated breath as she pieces together everything that has happened.
One of my favourite junctures in the day is watching her wake up, for just one moment - kind of like a pause she forgets the pain and challenges of the world around us and she looks at peace. Like the whole world isn't held on her shoulders. No responsibilities. No trauma. Nothing, just her and me. In our bubble of love, lust, and protection.
And one of my most loathed moments in the day is the minute that follows that brief pause. The moment when everything from reality comes crashing down and she remembers. The pain, heartache, and loss she's had to endure in her short life.
'How are you feeling?' I ask, pressing my lips to hers. Pulling back when she tries to deepen it with her tongue. She pouts up at me, not happy that I stopped us from turning the kiss into more. Spice that we both crave to feel and yet I can't, she needs to take things easy. It's not the time.
Smiling, I tug on her lip with my thumb, freeing it from her teeth. Loving how her gaze never drifts from mine. A pink hue staining her cheeks.
'Tired.' she whimpers, snuggling in closer to my chest, her face stuffed into the crook of my neck. Her small baby bump brushed against my thigh. I trail my hand down her back and hip before settling on her bump. My hand splayed across protectively holding my family.
