His Corazón

37. Back to work

Akshita's pov

It's been a beautiful two weeks, spent at Zermatt. We will be going back home tomorrow in the afternoon. I was packing up and checking other things while Lucas was sleeping.

I don't mind him asleep, since he was working the whole day today. My poor baby was exhausted. I sighed.

I carefully placed our clothes into the suitcase, making sure everything was neatly folded. As I tucked away the last of our sweaters, I glanced back at Lucas, lying on the bed, his face soft and relaxed in sleep. A small smile tugged at my lips. Even in his sleep, he looked so peaceful, the usual lines of tension smoothed out.

I moved quietly, not wanting to wake him up. He had been juggling meetings and spending time with me, trying his best to balance it all. Today was especially hectic; we were supposed to have a calm, romantic day, but his work calls never seemed to end.

"Workaholic," I murmured under my breath, shaking my head. But I couldn’t deny that I loved this side of him too — how dedicated he was, how he always took everything so seriously. It made these rare moments, seeing him rest so deeply, feel precious.

I looked around, mentally checking everything off the list. Our travel documents were already tucked safely in my purse, the souvenirs were packed, and all that was left was a quick double-check of the bathroom. I made my way over, tiptoeing past the bed, and peeked inside. All clear.

As I turned to leave, I heard a soft groan. I stilled, looking back at Lucas. He shifted, his hand reaching out instinctively, searching for me.

"Akshu?" he mumbled sleepily, his voice groggy.

"I’m here, baby," I whispered softly, moving back to his side.

His eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep, and a frown formed on his lips as he noticed me standing there. "What are you doing?" he murmured.

"Just finishing up the packing. Go back to sleep."

But instead of lying back down, he sat up, rubbing a hand over his face. "You should have woken me up," he said, his voice still rough from sleep.

I smiled at him gently and ran my fingers through his tousled hair. "I wanted you to rest."

"I can help," he insisted stubbornly, but his movements were sluggish, his eyelids drooping even as he tried to get out of bed.

"Lucas, it’s almost done," I said, pushing him back down gently. "You were exhausted. Just rest for a while longer, okay?"

He blinked up at me, his gaze softening as he reached out to grab my hand. "What did I do to deserve you?" he murmured, his thumb caressing the back of my hand.

My heart melted a little at the tenderness in his gaze. "You probably saved a puppy or a kitten in your past life," I teased, trying to keep the mood light.

A slow smile spread across his face, and he gave a small chuckle. "Or maybe I was just really good at pretending to be the perfect boyfriend."

I scoffed playfully, "Well, that didn’t work. Because now you’re my husband and there’s no pretending here."

He tugged at my hand, pulling me down onto the bed beside him. I yelped softly in surprise, but he just wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my neck.

"I don’t want to go back," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.

I felt a pang in my chest. I knew what he meant. Zermatt had been like a little bubble, a beautiful, serene escape from reality. No work calls, no responsibilities, just the two of us, enjoying each other’s company. But reality awaited us back in New York.