Dangerously In Love

18

The sun poured through the curtains the next morning, casting a soft glow across the room. Fatima stirred awake, her body still wrapped around Zac's. She blinked a few times, her heart swelling at the sight of him sleeping peacefully beside her. His features were relaxed, the tension of the previous night seemingly eased in the warmth of the morning light.

As she shifted slightly, her mind flickered back to the chaos of the night before. The shattered glass, the raw anger, and the painful tears they had shared weighed heavily in her heart. But now, with him here, she felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back together.

Fatima carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb him. She padded to the kitchen, the familiar sounds of the coffee maker brewing a welcome comfort. She poured herself a cup, savoring the rich aroma that filled the air. As she stood there, she thought about what to make for breakfast. Something simple but nourishing seemed fitting—a way to start the day anew.

While the eggs sizzled in the pan, she glanced around the kitchen. The clutter from the previous night had been cleared away, and the flickering candle from last night still burned softly on the counter, casting a gentle light. Fatima felt a sense of accomplishment wash over her; small victories mattered right now.

After plating the breakfast, she poured another cup of coffee and headed back to the bedroom, her heart racing with anticipation. She set the tray down on the bedside table and gently shook Zac's shoulder. "Babe, wake up. I made breakfast."

He stirred, blinking sleepily as he adjusted to the light. A hint of confusion crossed his face, but as his eyes landed on the breakfast spread, a small smile broke through the remnants of his troubled night. "What time is it?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Time for you to eat," Fatima replied, her tone bright and encouraging. "I figured we could start the day off right."

Zac pushed himself up on one elbow, his expression shifting from sleepiness to curiosity as he took in the spread before him. "You didn't have to do all this," he said, his voice thick with sleep.

"I wanted to," she replied, beaming at him. "You need to take care of yourself, especially after everything. You've been through so much, and I just want to help."

As he sat up fully, Zac's demeanor seemed to soften. He took the plate and began eating, the warmth of the food and the comforting presence of Fatima creating a cocoon of safety around them. They ate in silence, the atmosphere gradually shifting from heavy to lighter as the moments passed.

"Thank you for last night," Zac finally said, his voice low and sincere. "I know I was... difficult. You should've never seen me like that."

Fatima nodded, her heart swelling with empathy. "You were hurting, and that's okay. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what."

He looked at her, his eyes searching hers for reassurance. "I don't want you to feel like you have to fix me. I don't want to drag you down with my problems."

"Zac, you're not dragging me down," she said firmly, reaching out to touch his hand. "I love you, and love means being there for each other in the darkest times. Let me help you carry this weight."

Zac sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "I wish I could just snap my fingers and feel better...."

Fatima chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. "If only it were that easy. But healing and grieving takes time, and it's a journey."