His Blossom (AMBW)

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢

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"Alex. Come on honey." I felt Kenji's hand rub up and down my back. "Come on, we landed."

He kissed my cheek.

I groaned, opening my eyes and sitting up from the private jet's bed. Amaya was already in her car seat, playing with one of her squishy toys. I sat in silence, too tired to get up. Kenji wore a full black suit, his hair slicked back. His hands stayed in his pockets as he peered down at me. I continued to stare at the floor as that nauseous feeling in my stomach moved on to my throat.

I took a deep breath. "I have to throw up."

Kenji immediately picked up one of the trash cans with a bag inside. He passed it onto me as I threw up fluids. He moved my hair away from my face and rubbed my neck and back. I coughed a few times before setting the trash can on the floor.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"Don't be sorry, hanii." Kenji kissed my head.

He went into the bathroom and came out with a warm damp towel. He gently wiped my mouth, kissing my forehead once he was done. Next, he passed the water over to me. I drank down half of it before clearing my throat. I stood up, throwing on a pair of Kenji's sweatpants and one of his hoodies. I put my hood on and grabbed my purse. Kenji grabbed Amaya with his left hand and pulled me close with his right. We walked off of the jet and into one of Kenji's cars. I got in the back with Amaya while Kenji took the driver's seat. I strapped her carseat in. She slept soundly, not minding any of the commotion going on.

"Comfortable?" Kenji asked from the driver's seat.

"Yes." I put my seatbelt on.

I sat back, relaxing in my seat and humming along to a tune that had been stuck in my head. I wasn't sure what the name of the song was, but it had been on my Instagram feed so much that I got used to it. Humming also helped me get rid of that pre-throw up feeling that I had. I still felt exhausted, I just wanted to lay in bed and sleep until next week.

The feeling of Amaya's car seat slipping awoke me from my short, but needed, nap.

"Sorry." Kenji whispered, standing outside of the car.

He was taking Amaya out of the car.

We're here.

I stretched my arms to the side and yawned as I got ready to get out of the car. I took a minute and examined the exterior of the house. It was the same. I got a sense of deja vu, remembering first coming here with Kenji in my teenage years. Kenji must've noticed me being taken a back a bit. He gently took my hand and led me through the path to the front door. While walking into the house, that feeling of deja vu hit harder. Nothing changed. Everything was the same and I loved it. I didn't hesitate before removing my shoes and walking around the lengthy stretched home. I admired the paintings on the wall as if I'd never seen them before. I turned the corner towards the kitchen. Another feeling hit me. A distant memory. I could feel the fear that I felt back then. That night. The break in. I had been in the house many times after it happened, I didn't know why it made me feel uneasy years later. Maybe the entire kidnapping situation. Maybe remembering it all was a bit much, especially my mom's death. Seeing her body lie there...the mark that the bullet left as it entered her head.