My Lill Vixen(Part 1 Of D Angelo's Series)

70.Dumb

SATHYA'S POV

Morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft, warm glow across the room. Dante remains asleep, still pressed against my stomach, his head rising and falling with each of my breaths.
His dark hair is even more disheveled than last night, the messy locks falling across his forehead and cheek. The lines of worry and tension that usually etched into his features are smoothed out in sleep, making him look younger, almost boyish." Good morning honey" I whisper to him smiling.He murmurs softly in his sleep as I move, his arms instinctively seeking the warmth of my body. But when I place the pillow in my place, his arms latch onto it, holding it close against him.

A small smile curves his lips as he nestles his face into the pillow.He seems content, his body relaxing further into the bed, his arms wrapped around the pillow like a child with a favorite toy.
He continues to sleep, his breaths even and deep, a hint of a smile still on his lips as he dreamily mumbles something unintelligible into the pillow.I start my day and after my bath I put on my saree .I ve been doing Pooja (prayer to God more like worshipping) since manydays .. hoping that evrything gets back to normal.I really wish this home blossoms with happiness,health and peace forever.

I step into kitchen and find Owen eating his breakfast on the island ." Good morning my little simba" He smiles pecking my cheek ...But that isn't a real smile .." What happened my sweetiepie" I pull his cheek making him wince " ..I failed my test ...."
" Oh that's so sadd ...Didnt your practice enough?" .." I did..but ...not enough" ..I smile kissing his cheek " it's okay ...All the best for next time sweetie ..and for now ...Let's forget about it" ..I stand on my tiptoes to grab the glass jar ..." Don't tell it to mamma bear okay"
He grins taking the candies from my hand " okayy" he whispers stuffing them into his pant pockets .

I chuckle and step outside the kitchen.The garden is bathed in early morning sunlight, the sweet scent of dew and budding flowers filling the air. The grass is soft and dewy underfoot as I make my way around the vast lawn, plucking blossoms with slender, expert hands.Theo approaches me quietly, his footsteps silent on the dewy grass. A smile plays at the corners of his lips as I turn to face him, a playful gleam in his eyes.

"Picking flowers, are you?" he teases, his voice gentle and lighthearted.
" Theodore, You again?" Theo's smile widens at the sound of his name, his gaze sweeping over me appreciatively.
"The one and only," he responds, his voice smooth and charming. "Who else would it be?"
I ignore him and continue plucking the flowers needed for the Pooja.
Theo follows me, walking silently beside me as I continue to pick flowers. His eyes move from me to the flowers, watching my hands at work with an admiring glance.
"You have a knack for it," he observes, a hint of appreciation in his voice. "The flowers seem to love you."

" Don't even try Theo .Our family is already crying at the loss of two lives.Dont make me add your name to the list"
He chuckles, his gaze now moving from the flowers to me. A hint of a challenge sparks in his eyes at my words.
"Oh, are you threatening me, darling?" he teases, his voice dripping with mock concern. "I didn't know you had it in you."
" Want a matching cut?"
Theo glances down at his wounded hand, his smile momentarily faltering. There's a hint of pain, maybe even grudging respect, in his gaze as he looks at me.
"Ah, still sore over that, are you?" he says, a hint of a wince in his voice as he flexes his wounded hand. "You do have quite the strong grip, I'll give you that."
He steps closer to me, the distance between us shrinking significantly. There's a hint of a warning in his eyes as he looks at me, but also something else, something a little darker, a little... hungrier.