Reverie Dyad

Chapter 18

Iris POV:

Cole and I woke up this morning with our bodies aching and unwilling to stand on their own record. We both just ended up staying in bed and optioning to work from home.

We've lounged in bed in our his and hers robes talking, eating snacks, and watching movies

Cuddling towards him I throw my leg gently across his body trying to lay at an angle where I'm on him whilst watching the movie

He grabs my leg inching it a bit higher and placing his hand on my thigh comfortingly

The movie blares through the TV screen. Light dances across the dark room because we refused to open the curtains. Cole's phone beeps and he nonchalantly reaches over to grab it. Whatever he sees on it has him abruptly sitting up straight

"Cole what's wrong," I ask worry etched into my voice. I try to read his features but his a blank canvas. He switches off his phone and places it back on the bedside table. He huffs shutting his eyes and now I sit up

"My mom's body is missing" he breathes out. My eyebrows widen a gasp leaving my lips as I cover my mouth

"What how when. Oh my gosh Cole let's get up and leave and try to do something" I panic climbing off the bed but he just sits there looking exasperated

"And do what exactly" he huffs running a hand down his face. "The best I could do right now is call in some favors from the CSI or the FBI otherwise I genuinely don't know what to do," he says closing his eyes and leaning back against the headboard

"Cole," I say his name genuinely concerned about him. Cole's not one to just give up but right now he is and I hate that I can't help but take his grief and make it my own so he doesn't feel the effects of it

With a sigh, I climb back onto the bed. Straddling him I wrap my arms around his neck and I just hug him caressing his hair as we sit in comfortable silence

"Hey talk to me what's wrong," I ask running my hand through his hair and then kissing the side of his forehead

"I hadn't talked to my mom in 5 years other than the usual happy birthday, Happy 4th of July, happy thanksgiving, or Merry Christmas text chains. I didn't even bother talking to her during your mother's fundraisers" he sighs wrapping his arms around me

"I'm really trying to find at least one memory in my head that will make me miss or at least make me cry over her but I find nothing. All there is are the memories of her and Dad constantly making me hate myself"

"I've gone to therapy talked and healed most of my trauma and now that one of them is 6ft under I'm at peace but I'm being forced to care"

"Aren't you going to judge me?" he says pulling away to look at me. A small smile makes it to my face and I peck his lips

"Wherever you go I go. Whatever you do I do and whatever you say I'll go along with it. I'm the last person in this whole world who will ever judge you. So if you feel at peace, baby, then I'm glad to be here to see how you handle this newly renounced peace" I say looking into his eyes. His eyes shine with love and awe. He licks his lips a smile spreading on his face

"Your the best thing that has ever happened to me" he whispers his eyes starting to get glossy. Using my fingers I close his eyelids not wanting to let him cry right now

"I love," I say planting a kiss on his eyelid. "You" I finish planting a kiss on the other eye

"Will you move in with me?" I say changing the subject into something lighthearted. His eyes burst open in surprise

"Say that again," he says his body going still. A smile makes it to my face at his obvious excitement

"Will you move in with me?" I ask again and he climbs out of the bed with me around his torso. I lock my legs around him as he smiles planting kisses all over my face and hair