snippets of VCY

wisdom-tooth removal surgeries- pt. ii

She's up to something again.

He places her on the bed and leaves to tell the house staff to prepare something light for her as she told him she's hungry.

When he comes back, she's bending down towards the floor, arm searching for something under the bed.

And then she's losing her balance with the one arm placed on the bed as only support, so he moves forward and grabs her by her waist, so that she lands on his lap as he sits.

"What are you looking for?"

"My shoes." She answers, looking on the floor here and there.

He looks at her before looking at the other side of the bed where she was sitting before.

"I think they might be at that side." She follows his gaze and nods, before making herself comfortable on his lap.

Oh yes, the surgery does wonders.

"Why did you want the slippers, then?" He asks, hiding his amused grin.

She looks at him, oblivious to his inner turmoil.

"Oh." She blinks.

"You didn't come so I was about to go out and find you." She says, looking scared.

He laughs, the expression on her face is too adorable.

"I went to tell Rosita to make something light for you because you were hungry." He speaks softly, tucking her baby hair behind her ear before holding her tiny waist closely.

"But still, I was scared." She tells him seriously, looking at the buttons on his shirt intently.

He stifles his laughter, anesthesia really does wonders to her brain.

Then she's wrapping her arms around him and letting her legs hang over his, clinging to him.

"I am also scared of other things." She mutters quietly.

"Like what?"

"Like the dog outside." He laughs at that, her brows furrow as she looks at him.

"Oh but you will like him very much again."

She doesn't say anything but then continues.

"I am also scared of raccoons."

It's comical, really. Under the influence Cha Young spilling out things she fears.

"Ahh yes, I know about that."

He recalls the incident.

"Also swimming pools and water." He scoffs at that one.

"That is fear, and we need to get rid of that."

"No, it is scary."

He remains silent, there is no need of extending a rational talk right now.

"I am also scared of you leaving."

He looks down at her, only to see her gaze finding his.

"Come potrei mai lasciarti, amata mia?"

"Yes, you can't." She answers and then hugs him, placing her head on his chest.

There is the sound of hearts beating and slow breathing, when she questions.

"Do you have nightmares?"

He hums, trying to shrug away the burden that comes with this thought.

"Yes."

Vulnerability is the best avenue to bravery.

She looks at him, he looks elsewhere.

Her hands slide up to where his heart beats and that is when he looks down at her.

Her eyes ask the unspoken.

"I have dreams where I lose my mother again, lose you because I have so much blood on my hands."

She shakes her head in denial.

"There is nothing wrong with what you have done."

He remains quiet.

"And besides, dreams never come true."

Her words soothe him.

Like a balm to an aching wound.

Like whispers of hope on his nightmares that promise healing.

Like drawing stars around his scars.

"I have always heard they do." He tells her.

"That is not true. I'll tell you about it later someday."

He nods, she closes her eyes, humming.

He savors the silence, battling with his inner thoughts when she suddenly withdraws.

"I am hungry." She states.

"Yes, Cara." He strokes her hair.

Soon after, Rosita comes with lunch in hand and they share a simple meal, with her chatters and his contented nods as he helps her with the porridge and freshly baked bread.

Later, she nestles beside him, watching opera, her legs draped across his lap, and arms resting on his shoulder.

He holds her tight as she lulls to sleep, planting a kiss on top of her head and she lets out a little content sigh, placing her head on his chest, basking in his affectionate warmth.

"Come potrei mai lasciarti, amata mia?"
"How can I ever leave you, my dearest?"