The Kings Love

I'm sorry that i'm crazy

Jasmine
( Day 107, February 6th )

I paced the room until my feet swelled up and my legs felt ready to buckle up from underneath me. Laurent and Larry had been gone into town again for two days and I was on edge. It's been far to long since I've had a real conversation with Laurent and everything just felt ...heavy. Like I was losing my sanity in the most snail pacing way and I was ready to bang my head against the walls. Lidia had been doing her best to substitute for him when Dr.Leona would perform the check ups but I could see it in her face, no one could replace the comfort he could give.

I started crying again and yanked at my hair, hard enough that it actually hurt and I whimpered in pain. Why was I so fucking aggressive and sad all the damn time?! Huffing, I grabbed the nearest vase and threw it with all my strength at the door just as the door opened up. Laurent eyes widened in shock when the case just barely passed him and shattered against the wall but then the chocolate depths slitted to sharp narrow daggers, at me. I had clasped my hands over my mouth in horror, I hadn't meant for that to happen! I quickly scurried over to Laurent to check him for any injuries, now openly crying like a beaten child.

Jasmine: "I'm so sorry Laurent! I didn't know, I couldn't have, I didn't mean to!"
I was sobbing now with snot running down my nose from the intensity of my tears. I wiped my nose with my sleeve and stood there with my head down.

King Laurent: "Why were you throwing shit anyways Jasmine? Things couldn't be that bad here, could they? What the hell happened since I been gone?"
His concerned voice held a edge to it, he was pissed. I scuffed my bunny slipper on the floor and still refused to look up.

Jasmine: "No..well kind of but no at the same time. I was mad but I can't remember why I was mad but I do know that I hadn't meant to throw anything at you."
My throat felt dry and I was sweating. The glare on Laurents face was like that of a father scolding a petulant child and just like one, I pouted. I was always messing things up. Shaking his head, Laurent sauntered towards the bathroom and I almost reached out to stop him but punked out in the end.

When he came back in the room, he was dressed in white tank top and sweats but I was busy cleaning the glass off the floor, I didn't want anyone to have to clean up something that was my fault. My hand was grabbed and my whole body snatched up from its crouching position. Laurent loomed over me with fire in his eyes and his lips were tugged down in a frown, his grip was starting to bite into my skin.

King Laurent: "What are you doing?"
Danger, that's what his voice screamed, pure run away danger.

Jasmine: "I-I'm c-cleaning my mess. I don't w-want anyone to hurt themselves."
My voice stuttered, I was nervous as all hell and my natural reflexes screamed at me to flee from the milk chocolate eyes that had far to much power over me. Laurent's gaze slid to the floor for a few seconds and then back at me, the hardened chocolate now melted soft and his grip on my wrist switched from punishing to caressing.

King Laurent: "This is what my maids and servants get paid for Jasmine, it's their job. You can't think I care so much more about the others than you to allow you to be hurt in their stead? No mon amour, I'll be damned before you get cut just so someone else couldn't."
I just stared at him, unblinking. I didn't even know how to begin so I just cried instead and Laurent's laugh boomed inside our room.

King Laurent: "Our boy or girl must be kicking your ass cause you still the same old crybaby."
He lifted me up in his arms, the muscles lean but unbreakable. He carried me to the bed and laid down with me still in his hold, my head resting against his chest. Long nimble fingers raked through my hair and before I knew it, I was asleep.

I cuddled against my pillow, trying to find a comfortable spot. When the pillow resisted, I huffed and open my eyes to yell only to come face to face with Laurent's resting profile. It was dark but I could still see him clearly, I memorized every pore on his to beautiful face. Gently tracing my finger around the impossible drop that his top lip did, a small movement caught my eye and soon I was gazing into the chocolate irises. Heat rushed up my back to my face and I couldn't help the blush, Laurent's low chuckle didn't help.

King Laurent: "Enjoying yourself mon amour?"
His voice was husky from sleep and I couldn't stop the clenching of my thighs to alleviate some of the pressure at the apex of them.

Jasmine: "I missed you Laurent, in sorry that I was crazy to you and a bitch. I didn't mean to be."
He was far to quiet for my liking. He didn't say anything, just closed his eyes again but the huge hand at my waist tightened to possessive.

King Laurent: "It's okay, I can deal with crazy. I had just wanted you to have some space to deal with things but maybe that wasn't a good idea, at least not while you're pregnant."
He slowly fondling the small of my back and my eyes were rolling closed again.

Jasmine: "Did you miss me?"
I yawned, trying to not sound clingy but was far to exhausted to care.

King Laurent: "Everyday."
That's all it took and life was right again, just one word and Laurent had me ready to face the world with him. Stifling another yawn, I burrowed deeper into his chest and his fingers started playing with my hair again.

Jasmine: "my birthday is on the 26th, do you want to come with me and mom to see Sophia?"
Little by little, sleep was winning a tug of war with me and I was just inches from the desired effect. Laurent tensed up in my arms, his hand now going slack from my hair.

King Laurent: "I can't."
With that Laurent got off the bed and left the room, leaving me gawking in hurt at his retreating form. Did I do something wrong?