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

Chapter 147: Good things take time

Leah's POV

I unlocked the front door. "I'm home," I said, announcing my presence to T and the boys. I closed the door and undid my shoes and jacket. I put it all away and looked up, why was no one greeting me? I frowned.

I walked to the living room, expecting the boys there to play, but nothing. There was just silence, and it was clear my boys weren't there. As was my wife... "Hello?"

I walked around a bit more, looking for my family. Before I could give it any more time, I heard a phone ringing. I walked to the source of the sound and found T's phone in the kitchen, next to a cup of tea. There was still tea in the cup left, as if T had stopped drinking it in the process. I frowned but took the phone. "Hello?"

"Leah?" I heard Heather was confused about hearing me. 

"Yeah," I was confused as well. "It's me," I looked around, hoping to make sense of this. "T isn't here, I guess."

"Is she home?"

"I don't know," I looked around again. "I just got home. Her phone was in the kitchen."

I heard her sigh.

I frowned. "What happened?"

She seemed to be looking for the right words. "She was here," She sighed. "I had her meet Hannah," She breathed out. "I guess it was too soon..."

I sighed as I heard that.

"She didn't really react to Hannah either, so I was angry with her afterwards," She paused briefly. "I shouldn't have been so harsh."

I looked down. Hearing that, and not seeing her around, I was worried. I immediately looked up. "I'll call you back." Without waiting for a response, I hung up. I gulped as my focus was solely on that one room.

I walked to the stairs, I started walking slowly up the stairs but, as I got closer to the room, I started picking up the pace. I rushed to the bathroom, swinging the door wide open. I let out a sigh of relief when I didn't see her.

I retreated and walked to the boys' bedroom. It was empty. I saw certain things missing. Their pajamas were gone, some toys were gone, and their snugglies were gone. I looked down as I started to realize what had happened here.

I left the room and closed the door. I walked to our bedroom, and waited for a bit. I was pretty sure she was here, behind this door. Am I ready to face her? Am I ready to be there for her? Am I ready to be her support?

I looked back at the stairs. I went back down the stairs. I walked around the rooms, checking everything, and making sure the house was locked, before going to the kitchen. I took a bottle of water, I took 2 spoons, and ice cream.

I walked back upstairs. Slowly, silently, walking to the door. I gulped before opening the bedroom door. 

T was lying in bed, on top of the sheets. She was on her side, her hands underneath her head. She was looking away, at the wall. I didn't have to see her face to know how she was feeling.

I put the ice cream, the 2 spoons, and the bottle of water down. I slowly walked to the bed. I crawled into bed and lay directly behind her. I wrapped my arms around her and rested my face in her neck.

She moved a bit, finding comfort in my embrace. She sniffled, confirming what I was thinking.

I tightened my grip on her and closed my eyes as we just laid there, together.

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We had laid together, in that pose, for an hour or so. Neither of us had moved, we were awake but rested together. I felt her calming down, I felt her relaxing. And I was just waiting for her to feel better.

At some point, she turned her head, slightly looking at me. She sniffled. Her eyes were red and puffy. Her nose was runny. Her cheeks were painted with tears. She didn't say anything, and she didn't have to. Because I understood.

I leaned closer, resting my face on hers. I planted a kiss on her cheek. She closed her eyes, welcoming the love.

We stayed like that for another hour or so, until she turned her body towards me. I adjusted my arms but had them still wrapped around her. She had her arms close to her, wrapped around herself, as if protecting herself.

I leaned in again, planting a kiss on her forehead, then resting my forehead against hers. We both breathed out softly, feeling the love between the two of us.

She made the move to scoot closer to me, seeking more love, more warmth, more comfort. She sniffled yet again.

After some time, she slowly wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close to her. That's when she finally started crying. And crying. And crying.

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It was around 10 at night when I had to get up to go to the bathroom. I hated that I had to leave, as I knew she needed me.

When I came back, I saw her seated on the bed. She was looking at what I had brought upstairs 5 hours before. I sighed as I thought about the state of that ice cream right now...

"I brought ice cream," I chuckled lightly. I took the ice cream and spoons, and walked to the bed. I sat down with her. "I'm guessing we won't be needing those." I said, referring to the spoons.

She chuckled a bit.

I opened the ice cream and, indeed, it was no longer ice cream... "Fancy a milkshake?"

She chuckled a bit more.

I offered it to her. 

She smiled and took it from me. She brought the whole bowl to her mouth and drank. She licked her lips. "It's still good."

I smiled. "Thankfully!"

She smiled and put the bowl down. She looked down a bit.

"Are the boys at your parents' place or my mom's?" I had to ask, I had to know.

She looked at me. "Your mom's."

I nodded. Good, I thought. 

"I'm sorry."

I looked at her. 

"I keep ruining everything and - "

"Stop."

She shut up and looked at me.

"This takes time," I nodded. "It's bound to be difficult sometimes," I took her hands in mine. "You don't have to apologize for that."

She looked down. "I didn't want to be disrespectful towards Heather," She licked her lips. "I was just..."

"Overwhelmed."

She looked up at me, slowly nodding. "I didn't know what to say."

"I know."

She looked down briefly. "She hates me," She sighed. "And I don't blame her."

"She doesn't hate you."

She looked at me. "She said so herself."

I was a bit taken aback that Heather would really say such a thing. Then again, it's Heather... "She called," I gulped. "When I got home, your phone was ringing. She wanted to talk to you."

She looked down again.

"I'm guessing to discuss what happened."

"I'm not ready." She said softly.

I scooted closer to her, squeezing her hands softly. "That's ok."

She looked at me again. A small smile appeared on her face.

I smiled too. "Fancy more milkshake?"

She chuckled before taking the milkshake and drinking it.