How to be loved

47 - It's our magic.

How to be loved

47 – It's our magic.

Freen's POV

"When did you plan this?" Becky's voice broke the quiet morning, her concern weaving into the space between us as she watched me set our breakfast on the table. The gentle furrow of her brow tugged at my heart, and I could feel the unspoken worry lingering in the air, wrapping itself around us.

I glanced up, offering her a soft, apologetic smile. The morning hadn't unfolded the way I'd hoped.

After making love and then settling into breakfast, the tension still hung between us, unspoken but thick. I knew I had to explain. Pulling her close, I brushed my fingers tenderly through her hair, letting the warmth of her presence ease my nerves. My voice, barely more than a whisper, carried my apology for disappearing without a word. Her green eyes, filled with a mixture of frustration and relief, stayed locked on mine, studying me as I laid everything bare—the early morning doctor's appointment, the quiet plans I had been working on behind the scenes.

"I'm sorry, babe," I said softly, my voice carrying the weight of my sincerity. "I had to get the IUD fitted... I wanted to make sure everything was taken care of before we... well, before we got too carried away." I chuckled softly, trying to ease the tension, my gaze searching hers. "My doctor friend could only see me early this morning, and I didn't want to miss the chance. I thought it'd be better for both of us in the long run."

Her eyes softened, the sharp edge of her worry slowly giving way. I watched as she absorbed my words, the tension in her shoulders loosening, though I could tell she was still processing it all.

"And... that's not everything," I added, my tone lifting slightly, hoping to change the mood, to bring a smile to her lips. "I got you something—to celebrate our first week together as girlfriends." I teased gently, my eyes never leaving hers, hoping to see the spark of joy in her expression.

She hesitated for a moment before reaching for the small paper bag I handed her. "Go on," I urged, my heart pounding in my chest as I leaned back, waiting for her reaction.

Her fingers moved with care, slowly unwrapping the delicate tissue paper, revealing the bracelet tucked inside. It was simple yet elegant—a slender silver chain with an infinity symbol at its heart. The polished metal gleamed softly in the morning light, and along the curve of the infinity were tiny, sparkling cubic zirconia stones—discreet but enough to catch the eye.

Her breath caught as she held it up, the soft glow of the bracelet reflecting in her gaze. I could see the surprise, the wonder in her expression, and it filled me with a quiet sense of joy. "It's not a designer brand," I confessed, my voice dipping, feeling a bit vulnerable. "But it's also not some cheap knockoff either. I wanted to get you something beautiful, something you could wear every day and not worry about getting an itch from." I smiled nervously. "I had my friend buy it for me, but I picked out the design online. So, it still counts as my choice."

Her lips curved into a soft smile, the warmth returning to her face. I gently took the bracelet from her hands. "Let me," I whispered, my voice tender as I carefully clasped it around her wrist. My fingers lingered on her skin, the moment feeling so delicate, so precious, as the chain fell into place.

As I finished, I met her gaze, my eyes locking with hers. "Like this symbol," I murmured, my voice filled with emotion, "I promise my love for you will never end. It'll be infinite, just like us." My thumb brushed over the bracelet now resting on her wrist, the silver glinting softly as if echoing my vow.

Becky's eyes shimmered, her emotions flickering in the silence between us. "It's beautiful," she whispered, her voice laced with gratitude, her gaze never leaving mine. She glanced down at the bracelet, the delicate chain sparkling on her wrist, then looked back at me, a radiant smile finally breaking through. "Thank you."