Hidden Melodies

Chapter Seventeen

Copyright by Joelle Blue ©

Okay, so knowing all of you are reading this is so fun but also really weird, you know what I mean? Just so yall know, Scarlet and Diesel will have their own story, but I needed to put part of it in here just for flow in my brain, okay? There's so many things bip bopping around up there, and I'm trying to organize it. Have you ever tried to organize your brain? It's a trip, I tell ya. Anyhoos, just wanted to say hey, how's it going, love ya, but I'm gonna go now. Byyyyyyyyeeeee :)

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Ozzie

After I realized Charlie was still sleeping soundly, I snuck out of his thick arms and into the bathroom. I knew it was early by the low position of the sun, but I decided to get ready anyway. I shower as quick as I can, throw my face and hair together, and get dressed in comfy clothes. From what I saw yesterday, Scarlet won't want to go anywhere and needs to vent or throw things depending on what happened.

I step back into my room and see Charlie has moved to lay on his stomach with his hands squeezing the pillow under his head. It's amazing how much space he takes up. His knee is tucked up to the side while the other is spread long, toes grazing the end of the bed. The sheet is halfway up his back, highlighting the strength he holds there. I grab my phone from my pants that are still on the floor from last night and take a picture. The sun is leaving a line across his back and the sheets from the way the blinds were left, and he looks almost angelic.

I check to see if I have messages, but I don't have any yet, probably because it's barely six. Maybe Scarlet and Diesel talked more and are okay. I can't think of what could cause any problems for them. Anytime Scarlet talks about him, it's with undying love and an unwavering faith that they'll be together forever. Diesel is no different. His eyes are only for her, protective and loving, so I'm hoping it's something small. Like stress from our upcoming tour or she did something he deemed a risk and unsafe. That seems like something he's get mad about.

I pad my way downstairs and start some coffee, and like I promised yesterday morning, start to make breakfast. I've experimented with a lot of recipes since I've lived on my own, and the homemade biscuits and sausage gravy have always turned out good. I get all the ingredients I need, start some music on my phone, and start the process of making the biscuits. Once those are in the oven, I start browning the sausage and frying some eggs. He mentioned how many eggs he ate the other day, so I figured I should add those.

Not long after the sausage is sizzling, I hear footsteps upstairs, and smile. I turn the burner off for the eggs and add flour to the sausage then slowly start mixing in the milk. By the time I've seasoned the gravy and I've added in the last bit of milk, I feel strong arms wrap around my waist as his face rests in the crook of my neck. He takes a deep breath and squeezes me a little tighter.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he rumbles, voice raspy and places a light kiss under my ear, making me hum. "It smells real good in here."

"I hope this is all okay for your bulking or whatever it is," I wince as I look back at him. I see he's only in his boxers and I have to try really, really hard to look anywhere but his face. His hair is all tousled and he still looks a little sleepy.

"I'll make it work, don't worry," he gives me a light kiss that lingers, followed by a quick peck. He helps me get plates and silverware, he pours us both coffee while I dish our food, and soon we're eating together, like we have every morning for the past week. I've gotten used to it easily and don't mind it. Charlie quickly finishes his first plate and goes back for more.

"I'm glad you like it," I muse.

"Oh, siren, this is so good. I usually just cook for myself and it's pretty boring, so this is a nice treat," he rushes out before shoveling in more food.