I'm Yours (Sequel to "You're mine")

Chapter 137: Our story

Leah's POV

Since that day, T and I saw each other more frequently. It started out that I'd visit her every week, twice a week, every other day, and eventually daily.
It was a slow process, but I gave her all the time she needed. And it worked.

When I'd visit her, we'd talk about her day. Her activities, her therapy, her thoughts, her feelings. But slowly, she'd also ask about my day, feelings, and thoughts.
She hadn't asked much about our families, friends, or the boys. Eva reassured me that was normal. She'd have to focus on herself, on her most inner circle (which would be me and her), before going back to her entire environment.

And, even though I followed Eva's advice, it hurt me to keep quiet about all the other people in our lives. The people who were so worried about her, who'd ask about her progress, who loved and cared for her. 
And the boys... Who'd always ask me when tata was coming back home.

"Hey," I smiled at her as I entered her room. She was seated at her desk, usually that meant she was writing something in her notebook. While I let her finish, I went to sit down on a chair in the room.

It took her a minute or so to finish up before she would get up and sit down in the other chair in the room. She looked at me. "Hi."

I smiled again before looking around. It was odd to still remain so distanced from her. Sure, we hugged sometimes, but that was it. I hadn't kissed her in ages, we hadn't been as intimate as before. Sometimes I wondered whether she didn't have those needs, as I did. She was always the one with the most needs of the two of us.

"How are you?"

I looked at her. "Good," I nodded. "I'm good," I nodded more. "You?"

She looked down briefly. "I'm doing ok," She started playing with her fingers, her way of dealing with uncomfortable situations, I noticed. "Eva was here, earlier today."

I nodded, I knew that. "Everything ok?"

She looked at me and nodded. "I think so."

"Good, good," I nodded and looked away briefly. "So, have you done some more activities?"

She shook her head. "I wasn't feeling up for it."

"That's ok."

She looked away, she seemed to be thinking about something. She frowned, so I knew she was in deep thoughts. Unfortunately, I couldn't always pressure her to share those.

"I've been writing again."

She looked at me.

I nodded. "It was difficult for me for a while," I looked down. "Sometimes I get so into my head that I can't seem to write it down," I looked back up at her, seeing her nod. "I've tried writing again."

"What story?" She scooted closer, she seemed genuinely interested.

I looked down briefly. "I've been thinking about what you said a while back," I paused briefly. "About a sequel, to our story," I looked back up at her, seeing her facial expression change. "I don't know," I cleared my throat. "I'm just trying."

"What made you change your mind?"

I looked up at her. She was really interested in this. Why? But I wasn't going to complain, finally I saw some passion in her eyes again.
I shrugged. "I guess I wanted to write it down, for us," I paused. "For our boys."

"Are you going to put it on Wattpad?"

I looked away, shrugging. "I'm not sure."

"You should."

I looked back at her.

She looked at my bag. "Did you bring your laptop?"

I looked at my bag as well. "Yeah," I then looked back at her. "Why?"

She motioned me to give my bag to her.

"T," I sighed. "It's not done yet."

She kept motioning me to give my bag to her. Hesitantly, I did.
She took my laptop out of the bag and got onto my computer. She started clicking around, I assumed she was looking for the story on my Wattpad account. Then her eyebrows raised. "You've got a title and cover for the story as well."

I nodded. "But it's just a draft, maybe - "

"They're perfect."

I smiled and looked away, blushing in the process.

She was clicking around again, I assumed she started reading.

"T," But I couldn't risk anything. I could up. "No," I said and took the laptop from her. I could tell she was upset I did that. "I don't think that's a good idea." I said, being honest with her.

She frowned a bit. "It's our story," She looked at the laptop. "I'd like to read it as well before you post it."

"I might never post it," I went to sit back down, though this time on her bed.

"Why not?"

I shrugged. "I'm not sure it's a good idea."

"Why not?"

I shrugged again. "It's not the same as the first story."

She frowned again. "So?"

I sighed. "People always used to say that our life is so magical," I smiled at the thought of all those nice comments. "That we have true love and that everything's perfect," My smile dropped. "But that's not true."

T walked to me and sat down next to me. "I've learned that perfection doesn't exist."

I looked at her.

"But what we have, what we share, is perfect to me."

I smiled as I heard that. "To me too."

"Life isn't perfect, and marriage isn't always happy, but that's ok," She looked away, at nothing in particular. "I don't mind that people know that our marriage isn't always happy," She looked back at me. "Our marriage is real, and that's perfect for me."

I smiled at her. "It's nice to hear that from you."

She smiled back. "Can I read it now?"

I looked at my laptop. "T," I gulped. "There are bad chapters too..."

Without having to explain more, she understood immediately what I meant. "You wrote about me?" She looked down. "About my... failure?"

I looked at her. "You didn't fail."

"I know," She sighed deeply. "I just can't describe it as anything else."

I thought a bit. "If anything, it's our shared experience," I carefully reached for her hand and held it in mine. I was happy she didn't pull back. "I did write about it, because it's part of our story," I gently squeezed her hand. "Our story together."

She slowly smiled and nodded.

I handed her my laptop. "You can just skip those chapters."

She shook her head. "It's part of our story."

I nodded.