𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲

40- 𝗧𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻

"What's taking so long in there?" Azaiah asked Amara as he undid his tie, dropping it on the table.

He had just got in from working, expecting to see Amara waiting for him, but instead she was locked away in the bathroom.

"Amara, are you okay?" Azaiah asked again, concerned as he heard no response.

Azaiah walked closer to the bathroom door, pressing his ear to it as he heard the faint sound of the shower running. "Mars," He shouted of her again, but still no response.

Azaiah tossed his jacket onto the bed, turning the handle of the door as it slowly opened. Immediately, his eyes landed on the black-haired woman sitting in the shower.

Azaiah didn't say anything, shutting the door behind him. Her knees were tucked up to her chest and she wasn't moving, just letting the water hit her body.

Without giving it a second thought, Azaiah opened the shower door, sitting with her. His arms wrapped around her as she sat in between his legs. He planted a kiss to her shoulder, nothing but hopefully reassuring.

"What happened, Mars?" He asked, his voice soft and pleading. He just wanted to know what was going on with her.

Amara stayed silent for a moment, focusing on the flow of the water hitting her body before finally speaking up.

"We can't have a family, Aze," She spoke, her voice barely above a whisper as Azaiah soothingly stroked her arm.

"We can, Mars," Azaiah replied but Amara shook her head.

"We can't. My womb is too damaged from last time...n-now I can't ever have children."

Amara's voice broke slightly as Azaiah kissed the back of Amara's neck, trying to hide how his heart was slowly breaking. He couldn't even imagine how Amara was feeling right now.

"I'm so sorry, Amara," Azaiah whispered against her skin. Tears now streamed down Amara's face as she was silent in her mourning.

"I understand if you don't want to be with me now-" Amara started to speak, but Azaiah held her tighter.

"Of course, I want to be with you," Azaiah assured her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"We can always adopt or get a surrogate, Mars. We can have the family you've always wanted and I will be right there beside you. I'm never leaving you, I love you too damn much."

The comment warmed Amara's broken heart as she bathed in his reassuring touch. Whenever she was around Azaiah, she felt safe- it was the best feeling she'd ever had.

"I love you," She whispered, allowing her head to fall back against Azaiah's chest.

"Do you want to get out of here? Maybe watch a movie?" Azaiah asked her, but all he wanted was to hold her without being soaked in water.

He would do it just to be with her, but he couldn't deny that he was getting increasingly cold, his wet suit not helping at all.

"Only if I get to pick," Amara replied and Azaiah smiled, glad to see her mood elevated.

"Anything you want, love," Azaiah commented as Amara stood up.

Azaiah followed behind her, turning off the shower before grabbing a towel. He began to dry off Amara's body, kneeling down and patting her legs. Every spot he touched, he left a kiss in its wake, trying to show Amara a gesture of his love.

"I think I'm getting deja vu right now," Amara pointed out and Azaiah smirked, standing up and passing Amara the towel.

He didn't want to have to dry her breasts, not at a time where sex was the last thing on their minds, and Amara appreciated it, starting to dry herself down.