"Eriiiiik." You whined.
"Yes my love?"
"I'm boreddddd."
He laughed, "so what do you suppose we do?"
He asked pulling you in for a kiss.
"I don't know. I wanna go out."
He gave you a stern look. "You know we can't do that Atarah."
"I know I know. But I'd be safe cause you'd be with me."
"No Atarah. It wouldn't be wise. We're safe here."
What a stick in the mud.
"Ugh. Fine." You turned away from him.
You picked up a book and began to read, and suddenly you were drifting to sleep.
"Atarah. Wake up." Erik cooed as he gently shook you awake.
"Hmmm?"
"You haven't eaten come eat then you can come back to bed."
You mumbled into your pillow.
"Atarah sweetheart, I have no idea what you're saying. I'll just carry you down the stairs."
He swiftly picked you up and carried your half asleep body down the steps and through the house.
He put you down in a chair and you opened your eyes.
You were in the dinning room, it was decorated with candles and rose petals.
"Erik...what is this?" You asked.
He took the seat across from you before speaking.
"I've been jerk lately. I've been rude, I've raised my voice and I haven't taken your feelings into account. I apologize. I want to make you happy but I don't know how. I want to start by asking for you to forgive me for my actions. I can't promise I'll be perfect but I'll try for you."
You grinned and leaned over to kiss his cheek.
"Erik this is so beautiful. You're such a sweetheart."
"I'm glad you like it. Are you ready for dinner?"
You nodded excitedly.
He laughed and got up from the table, "of course you're ready."
Erik was gone for a few moments and when he returned he held two plates and a bottle of wine.
He placed a plate in front of you and you looked down at the most yummy looking shrimp alfredo.
You smiled like a crazy person.
"Hank made this didn't he?" You questioned.
Erik nodded. "I've got to hire him as a personal chef."
You and Erik enjoyed the rest of your dinner talking and laughing.
"I actually have something else for you. That is if you are up to it."
"What is it?" You asked cocking your head.
He stood up and put his hand out for you,"Come."
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Craving Forgiveness
FanfictionAtarah Kennedy is the forgotten adopted daughter of President John F. Kennedy. Although she isn't treated with respect and is not completely accepted because of her complexion she was her fathers favorite. When JFK is assassinated she demands to tal...
