Our Flame

LXVI

NADIA

As we sit around the table, my brothers laugh at something Ezra said. I just smile, watching them all interact. It's one of those moments that you wish you had more of, one of those moments that you want to remember forever.

With Ezra, everyday is one of those moments. Every day I think over all the memories I have with him, the good ones, the bad ones- all of them.

Cause in the craziest way, all of those memories are why me and him stay together. We were forced to get married, yes. But, he wasn't forced to save me, to look at me in the way he does, to call me beautiful every chance he gets, he wasn't forced to protect me.

And today, he isn't forced to be here sitting around laughing with the people I care about the most. Ezra is single-handedly the best thing that has ever happened to me.

My favorite thing, one of the best men in my life and I never plan on losing that. Even if I did, it wouldn't be without a fight.

I've waited for this my whole life, to meet someone who'll care about my family, who'd care about me in the way I deserved.

Ezra is perfect and that's why I believe that my mother sent him to me. She knew I'd need someone just like him. My mother knew that I'd need Ezra, in this crazy, unpredictable life- I will always need Ezra.

In a life where everything is uncertain, him and I are the exception.

"Excuse me." I stand up from the table. I wait in the hallway for a moment knowing he'd follow me. I think he'd follow me anywhere.

"Hi." I look up at him, "What's wrong?" He immediately asks. A smile makes its way onto my face, he always asks what's wrong. "Nothing." I shake my head.

"I'm just so glad to have you in my life."

If you told me that I would be saying those words months ago, I would've walked away- maybe even called you stupid but now? Now, I know it's true.

He smiles at me while he walks closer, "I'm grateful to be in your life." His lips meet mine, "αγάπη μου." He mumbles. I wrap my arms around his neck, enjoying every moment of this kiss.

translation: my love

"Do you think they'd mind if we leave a little early?" I tilt my head. Ezra chuckles, "No." He simply answers. I laugh grabbing his hand.

"It's been a long day, Ezra and I are going to head out." I lied, my night is just beginning. They skeptically look at me then Ezra, while Gianna has a smirk on her face.

"Goodnight guys." She winks at me. "We'll do this again another time." Viktor shakes Ezra's hand. "As long as you keep that smile on my sister's face."

"I only ever want to see her smile." Ezra returns the handshake. "Okay, I'll call you guys tomorrow. This was very fun." I rush out before moving to the front door.

I passionately kiss Ezra as we get in the car, "Nadia, if you keep kissing me like that we won't make it home." I smile allowing him to leave the driveway.

Home, a word that can have so many definitions. I have a home with my brothers, I always will. But then there's Ezra, my home in human form.