A Moral Love

What? It's Just Coffee.

Hi, I apologize for taking so long to publish but I was having trouble with a part of the chapter, which took me a lot of deliberation and procrastination to get through. Happy Fourth of July to all you Americans! And if you're not American by chance, then I hope you had a wonderful week and wonderful Saturday! Thank you to all who have taken a chance with my fiction, which I recognize is no big feat, but I appreciate that you decided to take your time to read my story even if you decide afterwards it's not meant for you and your done with it. And if that is the case, please give me some feedback, I'd love to know what y'all want me to add or if you want less of something. Anyways, have a wonderful weekend! I love you all.
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Ch. 4
What? It's Just Coffee.
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Birds were chirping and knocks were resounding against my hotel door, as light streamed through my curtains at this early hour of the morning.

I groaned as I checked the alarm, 7 o'clock in the morning. Really? Whoever is knocking on my door has a bone to pick with me and it better not be fricken Maeve cause she now's all too well what I do to people who intrude on my beauty sleep.

I make my way, grudgingly, to the door as another knock resounds upon the wood. I quickly pull open the door, thoroughly annoyed and still half asleep. But trust me when I say not for much long, when I saw who was on the other side of the door...

My eyes widen in shook and the sleep leaves my conscious as I am awakened by the man in front of me, standing tall in a tailored suit, ironed to perfection and my did he look gorgeous.
"Elijah"

He smiled, "Hello, Luna."

And all I thought is it's way too early for this, I need coffee.

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Maeve's point of view

I woke up with an arm around my waist and the smell of fresh pine and paint surrounding me. I smiled and shifted, feeling happy in safe in the arms of my beloved.

"Good morning, Love."

"Good Morning, Nik" I turned in his arms and stared up into his beautiful blue eyes as he grinned at me. "Did you talk to Elijah?" I asked, getting straight into the source of any sleeplessness.

His eyebrows raised in discomfort, at the conversation we would be having so soon into the morning.

"Yes, I did, love; but he's never been so forthcoming with his love life, he's a fickle one my brother." He smiled and I quickly scoffed at his attempt at a joke.

I pulled out of his grasp standing up and running my hands I'm through my hair as I began to pace.
"You know I'm worried Nik, this is my best friend where talking about.. one who has her own problems to deal with, without Elijah getting involved."
He stared at me allowing me a second to get my worries out.
I huffed a breathe out as my thoughts strained, "You just didn't see the way they looked at each other, Lunes has never really been one to involve herself in a relationship especially with her work, but I worry more that he will want to get involved, and will quickly become confused or hurt her. And more than just mentally, but physically. There's a reason I've never involved her in the supernatural, it's too much, she's got so much to worry about with her family and studies, I can't do that to her." I cried, tears now streaming out of my eyes as I hugged myself, feeling the guilt and stress this holds upon me from hiding something so big from her, she's my best friend, how could I do this to her.

Nik stood up and pulled me in to his embrace as he let me cry.
I know how difficult this is for him, dealing with emotions. He has no idea how grateful I am to have him, to have his support when he has his own struggles to deal with. But that is part of love, depending on someone else, even when it hurts, and then helping to pick them back up again so that they may lean back upon you.