Will You Love Me......... Forever? #Wattys2015

Breath In, Breath Out

"Breath Cassandra. Breath. It's all going to be okay. Just breath." I consoled myself, leaning against wall of the ladies' washroom at the courthouse. How did I get here? Well, let's recap a few weeks.

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2 Weeks ago

"So, how did it go?" Sal asked, ever the anxious person. Even since that talk in the kitchen, or more like my explosion, he had been slowly giving me some space. It was nowhere near complete independence, but we were taking baby steps. As much I wanted him to completely let me go, I realized that there was still a part in both of us that was not completely healed. So, baby steps it is.

"It was good. I liked them." Was my standard response. We both know I didn't get the job, but he always made the effort to cheer me up anyways. It would be sweet, but after all the cheering he went back to badgering me about where I would interview next. I wanted to land this job on my own, without any outside influence, especially my husband's.

"It's alright. I'm sure there are plenty of places still hiring." I gave a non-condimental shrug. He pulled me closer to him on the sofa, and I burrowed deeper into his chest, a little purr of content escaping me. He suddenly tensed.

"What? What happened?" I asked, lifting my head to look at him. Although he shook his head in a no, his face said otherwise. His usually happy eyes were all tense as his body strung up tighter, as if being pulled by a string. "Salvatore, what is it?" I reached up to touch his cheek and he let out a little groan, as if in agony. His free hand came up to cup my hand within his, bringing it to his lips for a sweet kiss. This got me tensed. He tried releasing my hand, but I placed it back on his cheek, bringing him down for a long, sweet kiss. As our mouths met, it was as if the tension was slowly draining out from our bodies.

"I love you so much." He gruffed out, his usually impeccable English deserting him in favour of an accented one.

"Going cold turkey is never fun, eh?" I teased him lightly, flicking his nose a little. He grinned in response, placing a light kiss on my lips.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you." He responded playfully, pulling me back into the cradle of his arms. We had spooned every night, sharing the same room and bed. But actually doing the deed was an altogether different thing. Although he was more than ready for it, I was still experiencing some second thoughts. My body had undergone some changes during my pregnancy. Although I avoided looking at my body after everything, I am slowly coming to terms with it. I don't think I'll be able to open myself up to him before coming to terms with it myself. But, Sal being Sal was just going with it, never pushing me into anything. Which made me love him even more.

"Some letters came for you." He said against my hair, his voice coming out muffled.

"Oh?" I said with interest, wondering who could've send me a letter. I left Sal's warm embrace and leaned forward to retrieve the letter from the table. I still regret that. Had I just reigned in my curiosity and stayed in Sal's embrace just a little bit longer, maybe we both would've completely forgotten about the letter. But it was all done now. No going back.

"Who is it from?" he asked when I went completely still upon reading the contents of the letter.

"Summons. Court summons." I said, my mind going numb.

"Summons? What the.." he trailed off and leaned forward, taking the letter from my listless fingers. I continued to stare off into space as he quickly skimmed through the letter. "Why those bastards!" he burst forth, startling me out of my stupor. He must've caught my flinch for his expression softened, but his eyes still danced with fury.