It's Always Been You

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Emilia's POV:-

" Are you okay?" I ask Louis as we return to our bedroom. It was actually his but I had been sleeping here for the last couple of nights so it may as well have been mine.

" I am alright. Just ashamed of what my mother did and wondering why she would do it. And I wanted to thank you actually. " He smiles at me though there's a sadness in his eyes.

" Thank me for what?"

" You could have pressed for charges against her. You could have allowed her to be humiliated in front of the world and sent her to prison. But you didn't. I know it was because of me and I wanted you to know that I am grateful."

" You are right I did it only because of you. Because you mean the world to me. I would have completely forgiven her but I was afraid she would take that as encouragement. And no, you don't have anything to be grateful for. I am your wife, not a stranger." I wrap my arms around him in a hug. He's so much taller than me that without my heels my head only reaches his chest.

" I had the staff move your stuff into my room. You don't mind hopefully?" He speaks against my hair.

" No, I don't."

" You should take a shower and rest. I have a few phone calls to make." He kisses me on the cheek and leaves.

There's something clearly on his mind. Was it the situation about his mother or something else?

I replay the conversation I had overheard in my head. Louis had been talking about having a woman investigated.

He had also said he believed 'she' was working for his mother. But who was she? And why the hell wasn't he telling me about her? Or maybe he just didn't get the time to because he had so much to deal with including his psycho mother.

Louis's bathroom was double the size of my old bedroom. It was kind of funny how ostentatious it all was. Nearly everything was constructed with gold-veined white marble. There were guilt mirrors that would make a vain person's dream come true. Even the walls were decorated with bas-relief images of warriors and flower motifs.

I try to focus on my 'opulent' surroundings and relax in the ginormous bathtub but I can't. Long after I have taken a shower, eaten a sandwich, and got into bed I find myself tormented by a thought. A thought that I can't seem to get out of my brain.

It only gets worse as the hours go by and Louis still hasn't returned to bed. I find myself trying to hold back tears as I try to get my brain to shut down and let me sleep.

But the voice in my head keeps reminding me that today I told Louis that I loved him.

And he didn't say it back.

When I wake up morning sunlight filters through the curtains. Despite the feeling of anxiety and hurt that was plaguing me I had somehow managed to fall asleep last night.

"Good morning." I look up to see Louis watching me. He is sitting on a wingbacked chair and already looks wide awake.

"When did you get back last night? Did you even sleep?" I sit up in bed.

" I came back late. I did manage to sleep for a couple of hours. Its not such a big deal. I can function even with a few hours of sleep." He gets up and comes to sit beside me on the bed.

"It's not healthy. You should be sleeping at least 7 to 9 hours a day." I chide him.

"Okay, momma bear. I will try to go to bed early next time. It's cute seeing you fuss over me by the way." He winks at me.

It makes him appear so young and almost boyish. I guess sometimes it's easy to forget that he's only in his twenties especially when he looks so serious and behaves like a man who's seen more of the world than most people our age.

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