Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 3: Donovan's Protection.

The door to their room opened and he walked inside, closing it behind him and he walked towards the bed and laid down beside her. He got under the duvet cover and his hand caressed her bare arm. Face nuzzled in her neck. Giving small kisses on her neck. She groaned softly and slowly opened her eyes. She felt him kissing her neck, making her smile softly. She looked at Donovan who looked back at her with a soft smile.

Margaret: Hi hon.

Donovan: Hi.

Margaret: Where did you go?

Donovan: Just went to the bathroom. Why?

Margaret: I felt cold.

She said childishly. Donovan chuckled and hugged her tightly from behind. Kissing her shoulder and head. His warmth warming her up. She comfortingly cuddled next to him. Using his arm as a hugging pillow.

Donovan: I love you.

Margaret: I love you too.

Donovan signed softly and closed his eyes. Enjoying the warm cuddle. She sighed softly and kissed his lips. Donovan smiled in between the kiss and pulled her close. Moving their lips, sucking and licking. He gently tugged on her lower lip. He placed his hand on her cheek, caressing her soft skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Their foreheads leaned against each other.

Donovan: Got any plans later?

Margaret: I don't know. I think I just wanna spend time with Faith.

Donovan: Okay. Well, hon?

Margaret: Hm?

Donovan: What do you think about getting more bodyguards around the house?

Margaret: More bodyguard?

Donovan: Yeah.

Margaret: Why?

Donovan: I don't know I just...feel a bit worried about leaving you guys here all alone without any protection. I won't be here every morning. It also made me worry more about Gonzales.

Margaret: Oh yeah...right...

Donovan: So? What do you say?

Margaret: I mean we can. But where are you gonna find one?

Donovan: I don't think one would be enough. I was thinking maybe more than, ten men?

Margaret: Yeah we could. But, the question is where will you find one? Hiring a bodyguard these days are kinda hard.

Donovan: Don't worry about that. I know exactly what to do.

Margaret: Well, if that's so, then maybe I should be fine with it.

Donovan: Yeah maybe. I hope things won't screw up.

Margaret: Don't worry. Everything's gonna be alright.

Donovan: Yeah.

He said. He laid back down and stared at the ceiling above him. Sighing heavily. She laid her head on his chest. Caressing his bare chest.

Margaret: You worry too much about things. It's not good for you.

Donovan: Sorry.

Margaret: And you apologize too much.

Donovan: Sorry.

He said. She proped her elbow and looked at him.

Margaret: Hon? Look at me, please?

Donovan sighed softly and looked at her.

Margaret: What is it that bothers you so much?

Donovan: There's nothing bothering me hon it's just...stress maybe?