His Warrior

Chapter Ten: Your past, tell me about it

I woke up with Y/N no longer by my side, but I did find breakfast. I looked up and saw Y/N sitting there smiling.

"How long have you been there?" I asked.

"Few minutes, I got you breakfast," She replied before gesturing to the plate of food next to me.

"Thank you. What about Sarah?" I asked.

"Asleep."

  I only nodded my head as I took a bite out of my apple, a small orange beside it.

"You can have my orange, I know you love oranges." She offered.

"No, thank you. it's all yours," I replied, calmly.
 voice was gentle, his eyes almost sparkling in the sunlight from the little window.

  She pulled a strand of her hair out of her face and behind her ear, I watched her quietly with an admiring look. 
  
  Silence throbbed through the air, the only sound was the soft chirping of the birds outside the window. Singing their morning songs, the beautiful chirps I found surprisingly relaxing.

"Did you sleep well?"

Y/N had spoken, breaking the silence. My eyes parted away from my food, my ears blocking out the chirps of the birds and to Y/N's curious words.

"Amazing, how about you?"

It was the truth.
Knowing Y/N she would probably think I was lying but I definitely wasn't this time. It was nice to not sleep on the ground, and to get a break from everything. Everything was peaceful here, too peaceful almost.

"Same as you, let's hope Sarah did as well."

  I nodded once more.
I feared for the young girl, I could tell Y/N did too. She's kind of like a daughter to me, I had often wondered in this short period of time if Y/N felt the same.
But Y/N and I aren't really in that type of relationship, are we?
I mean we both did say we loved each other last night, but you can say love for many different things.
My love for Y/N is I cared about her, but I could still care about her as a friend.
  I wondered how Y/N meant it, my love wasn't for her as a friend. But it also was?
She was more of my mate, but also my travel buddy.
I don't like to think too far in the future, but when we do find our new home it would be nice to settle down.
Maybe Sarah could be our daughter?
It's quite hard to explain to a young girl that her parents are dead. When she gets older I could tell her, she's too young to understand right now. Especially in the state she's in.
  

   By now I had finished my apple and had already started peeling the orange.
Y/N and I didn't talk, her eyes just traveled around the room.
She was lost in thought, you could see it in her eyes.
   I tried not to show I was staring, but in the corner of my eye I could see her watching the blue jays outside the window, chirping sweet tunes like soft melodies to each other.
    He sat on the bed beside me, still not facing me.
I never really knew what was wrong with us during our awkward silences, but it seemed we both didn't know how to start a conversation. We have nothing interesting to talk about.

  "Sam?"

   I slightly jumped, but calmed after I saw Y/N's eyes meeting mine.
I turned my body to face her, the white sheets below us moving with me.

  "Can we try and make this awkward silence go away?" She asked.

  
I smiled at her. 

  "What do you want to talk about?" I asked. 

"Tell me more about your sister, what was she like?"

   I was surprised by this, but I was curious. I wanted to know why she wanted to know more.