The Contract

Chapter 38 - The Supposed Honeymoon

I let out a sigh as I watched the rain drizzle outside, I took a sip of the coffee. It was a cloudy Sunday morning, It was also kinda raining.

I couldn't stay in bed any longer, it was past 9 am, I glanced back, Travis was on a call, I woke up to that.

I walked back and dropped the mug on the counter, I walked down the mini stairs to the living room, I walked to the door and pulled it open. The cold air hit me.

I crossed my hands over my chest as I walked down the cobble stone barefooted. The rain drizzled down on me and I stopped in front of the lake. It was calming, I stood there for a while.

"Are you tryna catch a cold?" I turned back to see Travis, he had his hands in his brown pants pocket, his white shirt starting to cling to his body because of the rain.

"You are out here too" I pointed out. "Get in" he said. "I don't want to, well unless..." I turned back to him with a smile, dawdling and stopping in front of him. "...you make breakfast"

"I'm your husband not your chef"

"Well, you are not even tryna be my husband. Would you rather let your wife die on the honeymoon?" I pointed out.

Moments later.

I walked into the kitchen/ dinning with a smile on my lips. There he was making magic in the kitchen, I sighed in content when I saw the dishes he had made on the table.

I took my sit and he turned back around with a pan of eggs. He turned it over to the plate and placed that on the table before going to the refrigerator. "Can you grab me a wine?"

He turned back with a box of orange juice, I shot him a look as he filled up my glass. "You can't drink on an empty stomach"

"I haven't died from it" I muttered, grabbing my cutleries. He sat down opposite me, I took a piece of the pancake and moaned in satisfaction.

"When did you learn to cook? I assumed you never had the time to be human, since all you did back here in Italy was work work work" I asked and he glanced at me.

"I was an intern"

"So, that was where you met Adrian" I added but he didn't reply. "We'll be leaving on Tuesday" he informed instead.

"That's way too far, let's just leave tomorrow"

"Tuesday would even be too soon for them, they will all disagree, wanting us to spend more time here. But I've got work to do" he replied, taking a sip of the drink.

"When's the handover?"

"Very soon"

"And how do you plan to handle them both? One in LA and one in Washington?" I asked. "Leave that for me to worry about " he replied and I glared before going back to my breakfast.