Dangerous Desires

15

He listened carefully again for any sign of me stirring in the bedroom, but all was silent. He looked at the clock and saw that it was now 7 am. It was still early, but he wondered how much longer I would sleep.

He decided to wait a few more minutes before waking me up, not wanting to disturb me if I was still resting peacefully. He sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee and scrolling through his phone to pass the time.

He heard the rustling of the sheets in the bedroom, signalling that I was waking up. He set his phone down and waited patiently, listening for any indication that I was fully awake. He heard me move around in the bed for a few more minutes before finally hearing the soft pitter-patter of footsteps approaching the door. He smiled slightly as he waited for me to emerge from the bedroom.

He heard the door open and saw me walk out of the bedroom, my hair tousled and still in my pyjamas. He couldn't help but think how beautiful I looked, even first thing in the morning. "It smells so nice down here," I said gently however my throat was dry. 

"Thank you," he replied. "I made breakfast, I hope you're hungry."

"I am," he watched as I made my way over to him, my steps a bit slower than usual. He knew that pregnancy could make me tired and sometimes cause fatigue. He spoke gently, his voice still soft. "Did you sleep well? You were out for quite a while."

"Yeah I did," I replied.

He pushed the plate of eggs and toast towards me, along with the glass of orange juice. "I made eggs and toast, I hope it's okay," he said with a gentle smile.

"It will be," I smiled gently and started to eat.

"Make sure to eat enough," he said, his voice still gentle. "You and the baby need the nutrition."

He then sipped his coffee, his eyes never leaving you as I ate. He felt protectiveness and care, wanting to make sure me and the baby were both well-fed and healthy. As I ate, he couldn't help but study my face, looking for any signs of fatigue or discomfort. He was always vigilant when it came to my health, especially now that I was pregnant.

He could tell I was tired, the fatigue still evident in my eyes and my movements. He knew that I needed to take it easy and rest as much as possible, but he also knew how independent and strong-willed I was. "You look tired," he spoke softly, his voice full of concern. "Maybe you should go back and lie down after breakfast."

He watched as I nodded, knowing that I was probably too tired to argue or protest. He stood up from his seat and walked around the table to me, his hand reaching out to help me up. "Let me help you," he said quietly.

He gently pulled me up from my chair and steadied me as I stood up. He could feel the fatigue in my body, the way I leaned into him for support. He spoke gently, his voice full of care. "Do you want to go back to bed, or do you want to lie down on the couch in the living room?"

"To bed, it's more comfortable," I replied gently.

"Okay, let's get you back to bed then," he said gently. He wrapped an arm around my waist and started to lead me back towards the bedroom, supporting my tired body as I walked. He could feel how heavy I felt in his arms, how much effort it took for me to move even a few steps. He knew that I was exhausted and needed rest, but he also knew that I was trying to keep up appearances and downplay how tired I truly was.

He guided me into the bedroom and over to the bed, helping me to sit down on the edge. He spoke softly as he looked at me. "You lay down and get some more rest, okay? I'll be just in the next room if you need anything."

He tucked the covers around me, making sure I was comfortable and warm. He could see how tired I was, how my eyes were starting to droop. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, his hand gently stroking my hair. He wanted to make sure I was as comfortable as possible before leaving me to rest. "You get some sleep, and let me know if you need anything, okay?" He said quietly, looking into my eyes.

He took a final look at me, making sure I was settled and comfortable, before standing up and walking out of the room. He closed the door quietly behind him, leaving me to get the rest I needed. 

He let out a soft sigh as he walked back into the living room, a feeling of concern and worry filling him. He knew how important it was for me to rest and take care of my body and the baby, but he also knew how stubborn I could be about taking it easy.

He sat back down on the couch, his thoughts still on me and the baby. He knew that he would have to be vigilant and attentive to my needs, even if I didn't want to admit that I needed help. He picked up his phone, scrolling through it idly as he waited for me to wake up. He tried to distract himself with the news, but his mind kept wandering back to me and the worries of being a father.

Time passed slowly, each minute feeling like an hour as he waited for me to wake up. He couldn't help but feel anxious and on edge, his worry for my health and the baby's growing with every passing moment.

He looked up as he heard the sound of the front door opening and closing, signalling that his men had returned from a mission. He got up from the couch and walked to the entrance to greet them, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he noticed the grim expressions on their faces.