The Swap // Denis Stoff

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'Hey...' I whisper, looking up to Denis. His face is inches away from mines and his eyes flutter open softly. It's taken me this long to realise how beautiful his eyelashes are; so thick and long. They just add to the already amazing beauty he holds. 

'Hey' He whispers. If I wasn't listening closely and waiting for a reply I would have just thought it was a breath; so soft. We just lay and look at each other for a while and I take in every single bit of him. I'm surprised Anya hasn't woken up yet crying as she's usually awake first. Nevermind, I just want to take this small moment to appreciate the fact that I have Denis back with me as much as I don't deserve it. I'm sure she will wake very soon.

Our noses touch slightly and he rubs his gently against mines, smiling so sweetly. He laughs a little as I make a pig noise and I feel his fingertips on my arm. We stop being silly as I feel them tracing lightly up my arm, reaching my shoulder. He circles my shoulder and I look into his eyes. They stare intently back at mines and I get that butterfly feeling in my stomach just like I did the first time he touched me. I lift my leg and wrap it around his waist and he opens his hand, holding my shoulder and pulling me into him. His lips press against mines and I tighten my leg around his waist, pulling him closer into me. 

'I missed you.' He whispers to me, putting his arm around me and intertwining his fingers in my hair. He pulls at it gently; he does this when he really means what he's saying.

'I missed you too. I'm so sorry all of this happened.'

'Shh...' He whispers into my ear and kisses my neck lightly. I bring my arms up to be around his neck and pull him so close he couldn't possibly come any closer. As I do so I glance at the clock my his side: 08:09am. That's not right.

'Denis?' I say. He tried to hush me again as his hands trail down to my shorts, tugging at them. 'No, Denis. It's 8 o clock and Anya isn't awake yet. I need to go and check to see if she's okay.'

Denis pulls away a little and turns around to look at the clock. 'Good point.'

We both spring up and he gives me a fleeting kiss on the corner of my mouth as we pull our dressing gowns on. 'We have an appointment later on. Here, in this room. On that bed.' He points dramatically to the bed and I give a little chuckle, cheekily flashing my leg at him. He pretends to faint and I give him a little shove. 'Silly.' I giggle.

We both walk down the hall and into the cute little room we decorated for Anya. I remember when we first tried to decide which room would be hers and there was no question that it would be this one: it has a skylight window which is directly above her cot. I am adamant that it soothes her when it rains and helps her to fall asleep. It's just big enough and very cosy; perfect for a growing baby.

Me being in front of Denis pushes the ajar door open and it creaks a little. The room looks as it would but something feels amiss. I walk over to her cot a little panicked and notice something is seriously amiss. I freeze to the spot and feel all the colour in my face draining. My knees go weak and I feel like I am going to collapse.

'Denis where is she?' I squeal, turning to him, who is also as white as a sheet. 'Where is she!' I look frantically around the room and grab her little blanket, throwing it about as if I thought she would be in there or something. Without a thought I let a scream rip out of my mouth and I run out of the room, pushing past Denis, who looks like he's about to throw up. I check every single room on this floor and to no avail find her. I run down the stairs and dart about, feeling Denis' presence in the room with me again. 

'Amber!' I hear him shouting. I run through to the kitchen to find him standing by the back door. He always keeps it locked; especially when we don't use the garden a lot, which we haven't been recently. All of the glass in the door has been smashed and whoever has come in has just unlocked the door from the broken window. There is a little blood on the floor from where they broke it and apart from smashed glass everywhere nothing else.