Deadly Affairs

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Charlotte

Birthdays. They were cherished in my family. Celebrating the life your parents gave you, and celebrating how far you've come. Except I'm laying in bed, reaching for my phone.

Elliot: happy birthday rat <3

mother: happy birthday my darling! I cant wait for you to see what me and dad got you! you'll love it ;)

There was a few more messages, but I decided to reply back to my immediate family. A smile graces my face, and I lean back down looking up at the ceiling. I go to turn to face Roman but his side of the bed remains empty. Except he had time to make his side of the bed.

what?

I climb out of the bed, my long shirt meeting my mid thighs. I pick up my phone and walk towards the en-suite bathroom. My toothbrush was already on the side, and I began brushing my teeth. Once done, I pulled my hair up into a bun and washed my face.

"Shit!" I heard someone yell from outside the room. I immediately start grinning, knowing who the familiar voice belonged to.

I move down into the kitchen, spotting Roman standing at the stove. He looks stressed, an apron hanging on his bare chest, and covering his grey sweatpants. His back muscles clench and release every time he moves across the kitchen.

My eyes drift over to the variety of breakfast foods placed out all over the table. Pancakes, berries waffles everything a girl could dream of.

He did this for me?

I walk up behind him, trying to make sure my steps are quiet. I wrap my arms around his torso, noticing the small breathe of relief he lets out. Almost as if me being here releases all the tension and frustration he had previously been feeling.

"Good morning darling." He mutters, his voice still laced with sleep. He turns around and offers me a lazy grin moving to cup my jaw in his hands. He brings his lips to mine in a sweet kiss.

"What's all this for?" I turn running my fingers along the countertop. He lets out a small laugh, "Did you really think I wouldn't know? It's your birthday love. Of course i'm going to do something."

I'm totally blushing. I can feel myself burning.

I walk back towards the dining table and take a seat looking at all of the food. Moments later, Roman walks in with the last of it all.

"I can't believe you did all of this. Thank you so much." I lift off the metal dish cover, and pull a waffle onto my plate. I go to reach for the chocolate sauce and he moves across the table to hand it to me himself.

"The pleasure is all mine. I do however want to tell you I've booked a reservation for us later tonight. You deserve to be treated well, and I'm hoping you'll enjoy it."

"Of course I will. As long as your there I will." He pulls his own waffle into a plate, except decorated with fruit.

"Is your mother and father okay with arriving later then?" Oh shit. I forgot they'd want to see me. Meaning I can't indulge in the fine man before me.

"I'm sure they won't mind. After dinner i'll tell them."

Something in my answer makes Roman grin looking down at his plate. "What?" I ask, but he shakes his head refusing to make eye contact.

"Tell me." He shakes his head again except this time allows his eyes to meet mine. He's got a glint of emotion is his eye. It seems mischievous, and it only makes me more eager to know what he's hiding. Surely it can't be anything bad.

"Roman I swear to god tell me or I will ruin your perfectly healthy waffle with this sauce."

He bursts out laughing at my comment, and It's then I realise how wrong it sounds. "I-I didn't mean it like that.." He looks me in the eye and darts his tongue out to run across his bottom lip.

"I wouldn't mind it either." Oh god am i being chocked. I think all the air in my body is being restricted because suddenly I can't breathe or speak. He on the other hand continues to eat his waffle. I move my gaze back down to my lap. 

"I also have something I want to give you later. It means a lot to me and I hope you will like it."
I nod smiling, picking up the cutlery and mirroring Roman.