Let's Live In A Castle (A Christian Novelli Fanfiction)

Epilogue

The bedroom was filled with the humming whir of the rotating fan and the soft breathing of the boy lying next to me. Our air conditioning was extremely unpredictable; the only downside of our new apartment. Sometimes it turned the apartment into the North Pole. Other times it was like trying to sleep in a volcano. We had fans going and thick comforter on the bed. I rolled onto my back and stared the ceiling. Christian's quiet breathing was almost drowned out by the fan. But his pale, almost white, shoulders rose and fell. His gorgeous dark hair  was quite a contrast to the white pillow. I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming flood of love in my chest.

It was close to noon. Half of our Saturday was gone. Part of me wanted to get up and make something decadent like chocolate pancake for breakfast. The other part wanted to lie here for eternity.

Goose bumps rose on my arm every time the fan blew in our direction. I moved to my left, over the invisible line -that was often broken- to his side of the bed. Being that close instantly made me warmer; Christian became a human heater while he slept. I closed my eye, making sure I enjoyed every peaceful moment before Monday snuck up on me and  work was thrown in my face. I sighed.

Christian's eyes opened slightly and in a fluid motion, he pulled his arms from under the pillow and rolled to his side, holding me close. I wrapped my arms around his abdomen and clasped them behind his back. He got comfortable before seemingly falling back to sleep. We lied with our legs tangled and chests close.

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Awhile later, it seemed we were both beginning to wake up. I slid out of Christian's arms and pulled the covers over his head. "Hey! What was that for?" His gravely morning voice asked through the blanket.

"I have to get dressed. I don't want you looking." Christian chuckled and rolled over, remaining under the blanket. I threw the covers back and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I didn't really care whether or not Christian saw me in underwear, considering that's what I slept in last night. His new medication made him constantly tired and I really just wanted him to get all the sleep he could. Putting him in a warm, dark, blanket cave could make him fall asleep almost instantly. The medication made him tired, but it was working. He was becoming more motivated to actually put a smile on his face.

I walked to the dresser and pulled on my jean shorts and baggy v-neck shirt. Summer was being good to us Seattle citizens this year. It was in the mid 70's and beautiful outside everyday. I walked into the sunny kitchen and filled the pot for coffee.

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Christian emerged just as I poured the first circle of batter into the pan. He shuffled in, running his hands through his hair. "What time is it?"

"1:30 ish."

"Wow, we started the day early today," he said, pouring some coffee.

"I think you mean you started the day early. It's usually closer to 3 when you finally get up. I get home from work some days and find you eating cereal in your pajamas." I laughed and stuck the spatula under the pancake, flipping it. My job as a receptionist was definitely not the most interesting job on the planet, but it also wasn't the most difficult. Its only 4 days a week for a few hours.

"Hey, don't let me forget that I have to visit my mom at some point." I said.

"I won't." Christian pulled down his containers of pills from the cabinet and took his dose. "Rosie, you have to visit your family at some point." He said, setting down his glass of water.

I raised my spatula and pretended to hit him. "Very funny. Remind me later, not in 5 minutes, like tonight."

"Fine," he laughed, taking the spatula from me. "I'll finish these." I nodded and pecked his cheek. I took my coffee and walked into the office just off the living room. I opened my laptop and checked my email. I looked out the window for a moment, seeing the tops of the buildings. There was an email from my old English teacher, praising me on the half manuscript I'd sent him. I grinned, knowing that with his help and the help of future college professors, I may have a future as a writer.