ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ ɢᴀʟᴏʀᴇ. (DISCONTINUED)

June

I ACTUALLY HATE THIS BOOK; I HAVE NO REAL PLAN AND I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT'S GOING BUT I'M NOT GOING TO CHANGE IT BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE MY WRITING PROGRESS. I'M JUST GOING TO PLAN THE NEXT 20 OR SO CHAPTERS. ANYWAY, I LOVE YOU ALL WHO STUCK BESIDE ME THROUGH THICK ND THIN. ENJOY THIS CHAPTER.

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I scrape the last bit of grits along with the last half of a shrimp I had been saving for my final bite. Nicholai snickered at me before he picked up the bowl that once held the best shrimp and grits, I had ever eaten. I'm ready for a nap.

"I'm going to take a nap on the couch" I announce, getting up and stretching.

"You have to train" he mentions before I could even take a step towards the comfortable couch.

"Not today, I'm not," I say nonchalantly, I know he's not going to like it, but I really can't. Not after all the shit he put me through less than 48 hours ago.

"If I let you be lazy, you'll think it's okay," he says coming in front of where I sit on the comfortable couch I just plopped down on.

"I'm not being lazy; I'm taking a break. I haven't had a break in ages."

"Okay, I'll take a break with you," he says, and I fight the urge to groan. I truly just wanted to be alone.

"Whatever" I mumble. Watching him sit at the other end of the couch and pull my feet onto his lap. I wiggle my toes in his lap and start to reminisce on when we first met.

He absolutely hated feet, wholy and truly. He would give me foot massages but only with my socks on and I would have to beg him to give me a foot massage for at least a week straight.

His massages were so good though, genuinely. I craved them an insane amount during my pregnancy. I even called him and cried to him about how badly I needed a foot massage, and he said no because 'I wasn't truly ready for him to come back; I was just being a pregnant woman' which was true, but I still didn't pick up his call for the next month.

It was one time when I was crying because a cramp in my foot woke me out of my sleep and he gave me a massage without my socks and then he just started to get more comfortable with feet, well I guess only mine.

He still doesn't like to touch them when they're not done though.

"I have a question," I say, knowing that what I say may or may not set us back a couple of steps. It's always like that with him, we take one step forward and then end up taking two steps back.

He hums, dragging his eyes from the tattoo on my ankle to my face.

"Have you been seeing your therapist" I chew on my lip as I watch him watch me. He's quiet, his facial expression neutral.

"You're all the therapy I need" He mutters before pulling my foot up to kiss my ankle.

"How cute, but seriously.." I say pulling my ankle from his mouth and he lets it fall back on his lap.

"No, I haven't since I came back to see you."

I don't know whether to scold him or tell him how much I appreciate him for not lying to me. The bare minimum but still.

"Thank you for not lying to me, good job" I smile at him and grab his hand.

"Yeah," he whispers a smile tugging at his lips.

"I love you," he says after like 5 minutes, and I almost didn't hear him with how close I was to falling asleep.

"I love you more Nicholai," I say before dropping his hand and curling into a ball so I could peacefully fall asleep.