Forever Mine {BOOK 4}

Chapter Ten

       I had woke up on a Saturday morning with the realization I have no work and no classes today. I have a free schedule and I reached my arm out for Christopher. But I didn't feel him, and I looked over to find his side of the bed empty. And I sit up, reaching over to the bedside table and I pick up my phone, to look to see if I had any missed calls.

   I didn't.

    I got up out of my bed and I walk over to my vanity to look at myself in my mirror. I looked like I had a good sleep. And I see my pale face, and I see myself in a T-shirt and my hair up in a messy bun. But what I do know is I need a shower. And of course, I hear the shower running and of course, I walk into the bathroom and I slowly close the door half way. And I hear the shower running and then of course, I end up opening the glass shower door, revealing to be Christopher in the shower. And I loved seeing him every time. And he was in the shower, washed up with soap. It got in his hair, and he was soaked, and he looked so fine.

   "Emma, you scared me. Jesus." He gasped, and I noticed he was entirely caught off guard of me, not expecting to find me opening up the shower door so sudden.

  "Sorry," I exhaled to him.

   "Are you joining me? Or are you just going to stand there?" He laughed, and of course every time I heard his laugh, I go crazy.

  "Yes, just give me one second." I replied, and I closed the shower door and then I had taken my hair out of the messy bun. And I had striped out of my T-shirt and I then I got in the shower in the complete nude with him.

    I had seen him looking at me like he was so devotedly happy. Because he was. I had stood beneath the shower head, getting soaked from head to toe. As the water poured down on me.

   "I didn't wake you, did I?" He asked, and of course the first thing I noticed was he was looking agitated.

  "Of course not." I chuckled, and then I looked back at him as soon as I put the shampoo in my hair running all soapy in my hair. "Hey, what is up with you? Are you okay?"

   I could tell he wasn't. And he ended up sighing to himself as if he had some bad news to tell me. I had rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, and he had helped me. And then I had put on body wash and patiently I wondered what he had to say.

   "What is it?" I asked him, my voice had concerning in it.

  "You know our old house? You know, the one I've been trying to get real estate agents to sell to put on the market?" He asked, reminding me.

     Of course I haven't forgotten about our old house. The house he bought for us when I got out of the hospital after being shot. The house we shared a lot of memories in together. The house I left after he lost his memory of me. The house he brought Lindsey in to live with him. He had done things with Lindsey in that house so I have refused to ever step foot in that house ever again knowing that he had another woman sleeping with him in the same bed we once had shared together.

  "Yeah, of course." I nodded, rinsing off the body wash from my body.

  He sighed again. "Well, it turns out that they don't wanna put it on the market because of how expensive it is. Literally seventeen million is too high to be put on the market so easily. And I can't find anyone who wants to rent it out or anything."

   This is devastating to Christopher. This would make our financial situation better if someone rented it out. We pay a lot of bills enough as it is. We pay for our mortgage of my house that was my dad's. We pay the electric bill and the water bill, we pay for heat, and we pay for groceries obviously, and we pay for the heat in the pool, we pay for our cars, and the gas to fill into our cars. And we pay for our phone bills. And it's just a lot and so our old house we're still paying mortgage for. Christopher has been trying to sell it for two months. But it's just impossible.