Dante's Angel

The Angels

I woke up in the morning feeling very content. I had slept all night in Dante's arms. Groaning I got out of bed remembering what today was. Today we would meet the angels. I headed to the kitchen and decided to make Dante breakfast in bed. I started by brewing some coffee. It smelled like heaven. Then I made toast and some eggs that were over easy. Wondering what else I should make for breakfast? I started going through the pantry when I came across something that seemed out of place.  It was a little gold box with what looked like ancient writing if some sort. I had a bad feeling about the box, but I decided to pick the box up and look at it, which was a mistake because as soon as I touched it. It seemed to burn my hand. Hissing in pain I dropped the box and it cracked open. It looked like there was some sort of Jem in the middle of the box. I decided that I would leave it alone and tell Dante about it later. 

I walked up to Dante and I's room with the breakfast in hand, only to find him still asleep. That man could sleep through anything. I could literally be dying and he would still be asleep, well maybe. I walked over to the bed and tried to wake Dante up. Keyword there is tried. Groaning I tried to think of other ways to wake Dante up. I would have just let him sleep but we were meeting the angels in a few hours and he takes longer than me to get ready sometimes. I mean really it takes the man 45 minutes to comb and style his hair. Maybe if I just screamed that would wake him up. I mean I guess its worth a try. And so I screamed at the top of my lungs. That did the trick because Dante sat straight up and engulfed me in his large arms. 

" Whats wrong?" He said in a panic. 

" Nothing Dante, I just made you breakfast and I couldn't get you wake up. Plus were meeting the Angels in a few hours. " 

" Love, " Dante said groaning. " You had me going I thought that something actually happened. That wasn't very nice." 

" Oh deal with it Dante," I told him as I was handing him a cup of coffee and the breakfast I made him. 

" Whats this?" He asked.

" What does it look like Dante?" I asked him rolling my eyes at him. He took a moment to answer. 

" Breakfast?" 

" Yes Dante, I made you breakfast in bed." Why in the world was he so surprised. You would have thought by his reaction it was like an alien or something very foreign. He must have seen the look on my face because he said this, " Love this is great. I'm just surprised because no one has ever done this for me. "  Awww, Dante wasn't used to people being this nice to him I guess. 

" Well, you better get used to it, Dante." 

He chuckled. " Thank you Love very much," He said while kissing my cheek. We settled into bed and Dante turned the Tv on. I couldn't really understand much of it as it was in Italian. 

" Dante, what should I wear today?" 

" Something Nice Love, like maybe a dress. I will probably be wearing some slacks and a sports coat. "  Alright great, I think that I brought the perfect dress for today. It was a long sleeved grey knee length dress. It was dressy while still showing my style. I put some simple makeup on and went to choose shoes. I ended up wearing a pair of black high heel boots. Dante was still getting ready when I was done so I decided to go explore the house a little since it was huge. I walked past the kitchen and into one of the sitting rooms. It had a high ceiling and large windows in front of the room. It gorgeous just like everything else in this house. I sat down on a white couch that was comfy and yet still stylish. The room was covered in paintings, some old some new. While looking at the paintings I stumbled upon on that looked almost exactly alike the box I found in the pantry. I was thinking about going to ask Dante when he walked down the stairs. He was wearing grey dress slacks, a white button-down shirt and a grey sports coat. All in all, he looked pretty sharp, to say the least.