Cadillac

He's not a good guy

I awoke to y/n still asleep, her face still inches from mine. I know it's weird, but I did lie there and watch her sleep for a little while. I watched the way her eyelashes rested softly on her tinted cheeks, and listened to her shallow breaths, as I tentatively placed a shaky hand over hear heard and focused on her heartbeat.

"Good morning to you too," she said groggily and gave me a lopsided tired smirk.

Oops.

"I wasn't watching you sleep."

"The fact that was the first thing you said, tells me you were watching me sleep," she laughed breathily and rolled only her back, pulling me close into her side. My arms automatically went around her waist and my head rested on her shoulder.

We laid in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, before I looked up at her, and saw her looking down at me.

"Now you're watching me," I teased and she laughed a little, shaking her head.

"Hard not to."

And we fell back to silence again, as I nestled back into her side.

"Tell me about him," she sighed and I frowned up at her.

"Why?" I sat up a little.

"Because you're holding onto him and I want to know why."

I thought for a moment and laid back down in my comfortable position.

"Well, Michael was... Michael had a challenging childhood, to say the least. His mother passed just after his birth and his father turned to drinking, he dropped out of school at sixteen to get a job, and he saved up enough for a bunch of roses and a 1962 Cadillac, which he drove to my house one day, to ask me to be his girl."

I stopped and smiled gently at the memory, before taking a breath.

"We we're so young. I finished school, and graduated university, with a degree in cooperative law, and I made enough to keep us both stable. We moved to a small house in the middle of nowhere, way far out into the desert. My parents hated him."

"Why?"

"They said I was too intelligent for him." I nodded and sighed again. "We always wanted a baby, but then we found out Michael couldn't have children and we both started to drink, Michael a lot more then I, but I didn't help. I encouraged him, if nothing else. But we felt so... free. When I was with him, I felt invincible, I could be anything and I could do anything and he would always support me. I saved up enough to be able to stay unemployed and we started drinking more, and occasionally smoking things that my parents would have disowned me for. I started that. Not him."

"But you felt safe?"

"Oh my god yes! Even when we'd go drink driving, I felt safe. He was just a safe person to be around. Like you. You're safe. You make me feel safe." I smiled up at her gently and she smiled back, kissing my temple again, the same as last night. My eyes fluttered closed, as I drank in her presence.

"I know I can't be him, but I want to make you as happy as he made you," she whispered and brushed some hair from my face.

And I kissed her.

I don't know why I did it.

I didn't think.

I just... kissed her.

And then I pulled back.

I thought about Michael.

And then I kissed her again.

"You make me happy," I breathed out against her lips and she cradled my head gently, deepening the kiss.

"I'm glad," she panted and kissed me again, as I pushed my tongue past her soft lips.

"Well Wilhelmina. I think you should be ready to go ho-." The doctor walked in and stopped, looking dead at us.

"Yes?" I said calmly.

"Yes, I'm going to allow you to go home later this afternoon." He nodded.

"Wonderful, thank you."

And then he left.

And I kissed y/n again.