Forbidden Love

Chapter 37

Some things change in ways you would never expect them to. The house you were living in suddenly gets full. The roommates you were forced to take in becomes your family. And the one-night stand you were determined to forget becomes the love of your life.

Sometimes life takes bad turns and that turns, turn out to be good in the end. Although it’s not really the end. It’s a new start, a big one.

Becky rests her head on Freen's chest, while the surgeon holds the brunette against her, still half asleep. Becky, on the other hand, has been fully awake for a while now. She keeps looking at the ring on her finger and playing with it, slipping it on and off, while her mind wanders a thousands miles per hour.

Freen stirs under her, her hot breath blowing in Becky's hair. The scent of camomille and vanilla it’s the first thing that makes Freen open her eyes, only wanting to take more of Becky's sweet scent. It gives her a sense of peace.

By what Becky is doing, she doesn’t think the brunette feels so much at peace right now. Becky had been sober for the last two months, she has been trying so hard to break the habit of finding comfort in alcohol but to throw that all away in one night, she can't even imagine what went down between the father and daughter. At least Becky assured her that they were okay despite her father telling her to not marry Freen, even though she hasn’t opened up about the why.

“Bec?” Freen's voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. She should’ve probably cleared her throat before speaking.

Becky raises her gaze just to catch a glimpse of Freen, not sure if she had heard correctly or if she was just hearing voices in her head -she has been hearing those a lot lately- then she rests her head back on Freen's chest.“Good morning babe.” Becky whispered back, her eyes still on her hand.

“I have to ask. Are you having second thoughts about...us?” Freen asks. Maybe she’s too direct, but to be honest she doesn’t know how to ask this. They’re getting married this month, it’s not like there’s much time left to be subtle about it.

Becky raises her head to face Freen completely this time. She frowns at the girl under her, while Freen keeps looking at her expectantly.

“What? Why would I?”

“Is it too much pressure on you? I know your mother has been giving you a hard time, trust me, she gives me panic attacks sometimes too. And what happened with your Dad yesterday....”

Becky frowns, shaking her head and thinking how cute Freen sounds when she becomes insecure about something. “I’m not having second thoughts, Freen. I love you.”

Freen smiles softly and then pulls a strand of hair that was covering Becky's face behind her ear. Then she cups her face in her hands, rubbing her thumbs gently on her cheeks to comfort her. “Then what is it?”

Becky lowers her gaze on Freen's chest, her fingers playing the collar of Freen's shirt now, feeling far too vulnerable to talk about what’s really bothering her.

“I don’t want to talk about it because I don’t want to be thinking about it in the first place.”

She finally looks up at Freen, whose expression doesn’t change.

“But you are. You’ve been lost in thoughts for a while now, you know I can see that. So if you’re failing at not-thinking-about-whatever-it-is, why don’t you talk to me?”

Becky keeps silent for a moment more. Freen is right, she has been failing not to think about it, and it’s not like she wasn’t planning on sharing it with her, she just wanted to wait for the thought to fade by itself. But that’s not happening at this point.