I'll wait for you (Dayasco)

The shower

The warmth of Daya's body pressed against mine, a comforting weight against the sharp, insistent aches radiating from my chest and hips. My breath hitched, a small whimper escaping my lips as another wave of pain rolled over me.

"It's okay, love," Daya murmured, his voice a soothing balm against the discomfort. He tightened his arms around me, his strong hands gently massaging my shoulders.

"It feels like my bones are trying to escape," I mumbled, burying my face in his chest.

My fingers danced across the butterfly inked on his chest, a reminder of the day we met, of the moment my eyes were drawn to his captivating presence. "Just a little bit of discomfort," he reassured, his voice low and comforting. "It's all part of the journey, right?"

I sighed, a small laugh escaping my lips. "Yeah, the journey. A journey filled with throbbing pain and unwanted emotions."

He kissed the top of my head, his lips lingering for a moment as if he were trying to absorb my pain. "We'll get through it," he promised, his voice filled with certainty. "We always do."

His words, as always, were a balm to my soul, a gentle reassurance that I wasn't alone in this. He understood, he embraced my journey, every bump and twist along the way. 

The pain began to subside, replaced by a gentle warmth that spread through my body. It wasn't gone completely, but it was manageable. Daya, ever observant, noticed the shift in my demeanor.

"How about we go out for lunch?" he suggested, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "That cute little coffee shop where we had our first date? It's always nice."

The memory of our first date, a little awkward and shy yet undeniably filled with magic, warmed my heart. The thought of reliving those moments with Daya, now with a deeper understanding and an even stronger connection, filled me with a sense of joy.

"That sounds lovely," I replied, a smile stretching across my face.

He helped me out of bed, his hands gently guiding me towards the bathroom. "Let me help you get ready," he offered, his voice laced with concern.

I looked at him, my cheeks flushing a delicate pink. "I can manage, Daya. You don't have to-"

He cut me off, his eyes soft and understanding. "Just let me pamper you, just this once," he insisted, gently leading me to the mirror.

I slipped into a simple sundress, its soft fabric skimming my newly feminine curves. As I turned to face Daya, he let out a gasp, his eyes widening in amazement.

"Wow," he breathed, stepping closer. "You look... incredible."

He reached out, his fingers trailing along the side of my body, so delicate, so careful. His touch sent shivers down my spine, a mix of pleasure and apprehension.

I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. "You're just saying that," I mumbled, my voice barely a whisper.

He chuckled, a low rumble that resonated through his chest. "No, I mean it. You're beautiful, Bosco. Absolutely beautiful."

His words, spoken with such genuine admiration, filled me with warmth and a sense of validation. For the first time, I felt truly beautiful, truly whole.

He brushed my hair for me, as I sat on the ground between his legs. "Damn this is hard," he laughed as he finally managed to get my hair up into a bun, it was a little bumpy but it would do.

We walked hand in hand, the warmth of his touch grounding me. The familiar scent of coffee beans drifted from the little coffee shop, a comforting reminder of our first meeting, of the love that had bloomed between us.