My Own Personal Beethoven

Chapter Ten

Tristan set the parking brake and got out of the car as Hannah woke up. They finally went to the mountains, his mother insisting they do so. Hannah looked around after getting out of the car, struggling with a bit of vertigo as she helped Tristan unload the car. She then laid down on their shared bed and closed her eyes. Tristan joined her a few moments later.

“You okay?”

She got goosebumps as his breath tickled her neck.

“Yeah…you?”

“Yep.”

Fine until Helen would call to make sure they were alright. Two months in the mountains…alone…oh, whose idea was this again? Oh right, Helen’s. Hannah still wasn’t overly comfortable with the idea of being married but she was attempting to be more civil.

“I’m going to go shower. You should get some more rest.” He said before standing.

She laid there and stared at the ceiling. She heard the water running and then the phone ringing. She went and answered it.

“Hello?

“Hey dear. Is Tristan busy?”

“Showering.”

“You sound exhausted.”

“Just a long car ride.” We got here just fine…nothing to worry about.”

“I’m worried you two are going to argue the whole time…”

No…Claudia slipped black panties into her luggage. And Hannah contemplated the idea…they were married. But she wouldn’t get into a fight with him. Not now.

“I want to get to know him…make all of this less...awkward.”

“Good. Well, I’ll leave you two alone then. Enjoy, deary.”

Helen hung up. Hannah put the phone down and quivered when she saw Tristan.

“You mean that?”

“Yes…we’re married…least I can do is get to know you better…”

“Before we have to rule…yes?”

Ah, that. That was still a sore topic.

“Yep…if you’re done, I’m going to go shower…”

He nodded. She went then and let the water drip down the back of her neck. She watched it swish down the drain as she thought about all of this. It kind of hurt to think about it all. She brushed her hair, blow dried it, and looked at herself. They could make this work…right? The candle lit dinner waiting for her on the table told her that yes. They could make this work.  And for the first time, they called for a truce. However, a storm had to go and knock the electricity out on the first day.

The two of them ended up sitting at the candle lit table, the room dimly lit. It made things more…calming. An easier environment to talk in…hopefully.

“Lovely weather we’re having…” She muttered.

He smiled at this.

“You have a dimple.”

“What?”

“When you smile, in your left cheek, you have a dimple…it’s cute…” She said, muttering the last part.

Food was really the last thing on her mind but she knew what was in the glass, it wasn’t red wine. She wasn’t really interested in that right now either but they needed it and so she sipped every now and then, taking small bites and chewing for what seemed like forever.