Between Two Eternities || Travis Hamonic

(39) And She Will Be Loved

It has been a couple of weeks since me and Travis had made up from that fight. After a night of reconnecting, we are completely back to normal.

As every morning, the sun woke me up even before the alarm set on Travis's cell phone. I rub my eyes free of crust. Something in me propels me to roll over, and I come face to face with Travis. As always, he's peaceful and perfectly sound asleep.

I could lay here and listen to his breathing all morning, but it'll end soon. I reach over his body, to the nightstand next to the bed. I flip over the phone and the time illuminates on the screen.

6:57

Three more minutes.

I sigh and release the phone. It clunks against the wood softly, and I get comfortable again into the sheets and comforter of the king sized bed. It's the perfect, cozy place to curl up next to the guy you love on a freezing wintery morning.

"You texting someone I don't know about?" a sleepy voice says in slight amusement and also pure exhaustion. His eyes are still closed, and his lips let out light puffs of air. If I didn't hear him, I would think he's still asleep.

"Of course not," I reply equally as sleepily and cuddle down into his chest. I feel his chin rest on the top of my head and then we are quiet. Just breathing.

Three minutes pass easily and a song begins playing loudly. He would never wake up if it was anything less than full volume. The song is different everyday. Today it sounds like a Greenday track, or a band similar.

The drums and guitar shock me enough to rip my eyelids open, but neither of our bodies move. It's such a perfect day to stay inside; snow is falling from dump trucks in the clouds. As I peek over Travis's strong, tanned bicep, the window shows nothing but the fluffy whiteness coming down hard and as fast as torrential rain; the perfect day for hot chocolate and a fire.

The song is still blaring, but quiets slightly to notify of a call coming through. That song is a different one. Travis groans and reaches behind him for the phone. Not many people call this early, so it could be important. Perhaps his sister Melissa is going into labor.

He doesn't leave the bed to answer, I don't know if he even could since my arms are locked around his torso. "Hello?" he says into the phone and uses his other hand to rub his eyes.

There's a pause as he listens to the other side of the line. I keep my head against his chest, his breaths rhythmic. "Alright. Yeah thanks."

He put his cell phone down, slips back down, and pulls me closer. "Don't you have to get up?" I ask.

"Practice is cancelled because roads are closed," he mumbles and falls back to sleep, so it seems.

With my head on his bare chest, I can tell that his heart is beating faster than normal. "Travis?" I say and pick myself up, leaning on my elbows.

"What?" He mumbles in a sleepy voice, eyes remaining closed. I fiddle with the edge of his pillow case.

"How do you know you love me?"

His eyes open and he rises onto his elbows as well, so he's at eye level with me. He smiles sweetly at me as I wait patiently for his answer. "You really wanna know?" He asks. I nod. "Okay it's gonna sound really cheesy. But you asked for it," he says.

"When we fight, yelling at you makes my throat burn like I just downed six shots. Seeing your eyes makes me stop and think about what I'm about to say to you next. When you laugh, my knuckles tense at the thought of never hearing that sound again. When you cry, it hurts me just as much as it hurts you.