The Destiny of A Dragon Rider [SLOW UPDATES]

Chapter 6: Part 1

A harsh finger tilted my chin up, the smirk on her face making me want to vomit. And believe me when I say that I had plenty of that to go around.

"You're not a hero, my darling," she hissed in my ear, making me grit my teeth. I wanted to retort that I wasn't scared of her, but I would risk more injury.

"Then what am I?" I murmured, licking my lips and eyeing the side of her neck (which was the only part I could see of her right now), with a deep loathing. "I never said I was a hero, anyways."

The girl breathed a soft, bitter laugh into my ear and said, "A coward."

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46 Hours Earlier
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Thunder rumbled outside as I walked into the living room, unable to fall asleep again. My sleep schedule has been off lately, and I've been having nightmares again. It was early, only around eight PM or so. Everyone was, as usual, locked up in the office having super secret meetings without me.

After the lecture Leto had given me, I had become more accepting of these private meetings that I wasn't allowed to be involved in. Leto had awoken me from my stubborn phase, and though the whole thing still poked a nerve, I wasn't upset anymore.

"Faye." The familiar voice of my husband made my heart heat up with excitement. Jackson. A smile lit my face as I turned to face him and watch as he made his way up to me. "Hi."

My smile widened when his hand caressed my stomach gently. My heart was three times the normal size, making me feel nervous as I was when I first met him. His warm brown eyes were locked on my silver-blue ones, an emotion of love showing in them.

"It feels like forever since I've seen you," he told me with a soft smile, wrapping his arm around the back of my waist and tenderly pulling me to his chest.

I couldn't help but agree with him. At night, he always came to bed really late and was gone early the next morning. The only reason I knew he had been there was because the bed was still warm when I woke up, and it made me a bit sad that I don't see him nearly as much anymore.

He's always locked up with everyone else in that damned office for hours on end and having meals delivered to them. I spent most of my days with Terrance and Carly, trying to pass the time and attempting to make the gap of loneliness in my chest seem less empty.

I rested my head on Jackson's chest and listened to his breathing, and his calm heartbeat. I've almost forgotten what it's like to hug my own husband, whom I share a bed with. The thing is, though, I haven't barely had a glimpse of him in a long time.

"I miss you," I told him quietly, leaning into his hands. They were making soft, identical circles on the base of my shoulder blades, which he somehow knew were sore and begging to be relaxed. "We miss you," I added, referring to the life growing inside of me.

Jackson sucked in a breath and blew out against my blonde hair, then leaning down and pressing his lips to my hair. We stayed in that position for a few minutes, and then he suddenly pulled away. A noise left my throat, one of protest, but it was cut off when he crouched down on his knees and held his hands on my belly and placed a kiss on it.

"I miss you guys, too," Jackson murmured, pressing his ear to my stomach as if listening. "How's my little one?"

I bit my bottom lip and watched him, his eyes twinkling as I ran my fingers through Jackson's hair. It was as soft as usual, and I noticed that it needed to be clipped. Without a doubt. "Jackson."

"Yes?" He looked up at me and tilted his head curiously at my playful eyes. He stood up, which causes me to have to bend my neck upwards a bit to look at him. "What's with that look?" He raised an eyebrow.

"You need a haircut," I mentioned, reaching my hand up and running it through his hair yet again. "It's getting tangled and messy."

"It's silky and sexy, though," he added playfully, dropping his voice into a deeper husky tone as he smirked mischievously at me. "It brings out my inner badass."

A laugh escaped my lips, a noise that was rare to be heard from my mouth these days. "Oh, I'm sure it does. But you're still getting a haircut."

"It's eight PM." He gestured to the clock on the wall above us triumphantly. "The haircut places are most likely closed now. Too bad." He tsks in fake disappointment.

I smirked and took his warm hand, which he gladly held. I pulled him through the hallway and into the kitchen, flipping the light-switch on. I released his hand and went to the counters, going through drawers until I found a pair of regular scissors and turned back to him casually.

"Pull a chair out from the table and turn it towards me," I instructed him, using the sharp end to gesture to the kitchen table's chairs. His expression turned into a grimace when he realized what was going on. "Well, don't just stand there."

"Do you even know how to cut hair?" he asked cautiously, eyeing me as he pulled the chair out and slowly took a seat.

I smiled at him and grabbed a few clean dish towels, wrapping them around his neck and shoulders. "No, but there's a first for everything isn't there?"

Jackson side heavily in defeat and muttered, "I'm going to die."

"Oh don't be so dramatic," I scolded, rolling my eyes at him and smirking to myself. God, I missed Jackson so much. "Do you know if we have a spray bottle?"

"No," he responded dryly, but had a hint of amusement to his tone as he watched me go through the cabinets. "What I want to know is why you haven't asked about me not being in the meeting."

I kept searching the cabinets, but my movements slowed slightly as I stared at the back wall of the cabinet my head was popped in. The smell of a few cleaning chemicals were making me sick, so I slid my head out and closed the cabinet doors quietly. I had many reasons for not questioning Jackson, one being Leto's lecture from the other day. The other was because I just wanted to spend time with Jackson and forget about everything else for a while.

I didn't answer him, and he didn't push me to. I decided to give him a quick trimming, taking off dead ends and clipping loose strands around his neck.

We stayed silent as we did this. When I  finished, Jackson took the objects from my hands, placed them on the table, and took my hand.

I gave him a confused look, but didn't try to stop him, as he took me up the stairs to our bedroom. He shut the door quietly and rests his forehead against mine.

"You know I love you, right?" he murmured.

I nodded my head and watched him closely as he started to unbutton my flannel, then brought his hands up to slide the shirt off my shoulders. Cool air hit my bare back and arms, but the only thing I could focus on was the man in front of me.

Jackson cupped my cheek gently and pressed his lips against mine. The kiss, oh the kiss was something I didn't realize I missed so much. He had sparked a sleeping flame, and the flame turned into a magnificent fire. The fire fed the growing passion, and soon we were creating burning flames of the emotion throughout the night.

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"Do you have to leave?" I whispered. After making love throughout the night, we had both gotten some sleep. But I awoke to the rustling of blankets and sheets. Hearing them made me dread waking up, because it meant the moment was over.

Jackson turned to me and slowly lay back down on his side, curling his hand around my cheek and kissing me long and softly. "Yes. I'm sorry."

"Come back soon?" I murmured, already feeling my eyes grow heavy.

"Very soon." I felt a kiss on my head. "Go back to sleep, Butterfly. I will return."

Blackness took over.

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Part two will be up sometime tonight hopefully.

- Grace xx