Possessive Hubby

Yes i will- II

Damon pov
This was the second time i saw her eating mushroom ravioli. Perhaps she likes it.
When the food came, she looked at it as if she hated it but then took her fork and ate a forkful.
"You like mushrooms?" I asked.
"I love ravioli. Any kind. And you?"
I picked up my fork and ate one forkful. The outer part was like a steamed shell and inside was a salty and cheesy mushroom filling with minced chicken. Tasty.
"i like ravioli too." She smiled and carried on eating.

I watched her eat. In minutes, i could see her cheeks all red and plumped up again. Her nose would scrunch up when she put a forkful in her mouth. Cute. Its been a while finding someone cute.

"Drink." She eyed the glass with the maroon coloured juice. "Its sour. I love sweet."
"Okay. I want you to have a good sleep thats why."
"But i could take sleeping pills."
"I dont want you to take pills. Drink. Now." Sighing, she took the glass, looked at me and it again then slowly gulped it down midway.
"All of it."
Again, she eyed it and gulped the rest down.
"How was it?"
"Yuck."
"Lovely. Lets go."

"I want ice cream!" She shouted when we were on the way.
"Its cold and you want ice cream."
"My mouth still has that sour taste. Please. I want sweet."
Well i could always change that for you.
Where the hell did that come from?

"Fine. What if you catch a cold?" I slowed down by an ice cream parlour.
"I dont care. I want ice cream."
"Okay. What flavour?"
"Chocolate. Dark."

I love her tastes. Dark and sweet. What else?
Going inside, i looked around to see school kids enjoy an ice cream in the cold. They were gone mad. Its minus six outside.
"What would you like sir?"
"Dark chocolate ice cream please."
"I believe we dont have any more. The last one is a order to be delivered elsewhere." The guy said. Now this pissed me off.

"Who is it to be delivered to?"
"Im sorry i cant tell you that."
I saw red. I gripped his wrist and squeezed it tight enough to break it. He looked terrified now.
"Its...its going to be... delivered to Mr. Harris. Michael Harris." The name made me loosen my grip but not less angrier.
"I know him. He wont mind me taking it. Give it to me." He went in and brought the tub.
I gave him extra cash.
"Get yourself fixed."

Taking the tub to car, all the anger washed away.

Seira was asleep.
Getting angry, using all efforts did not matter anymore now. She was here. Smiling, i went to the driver's seat and drove off to her place.

Michael Harris. Uncle Mike. The master.

Midway, Seira moved or i should say shivered. I stopped to the side.
"Reece. Im here. Here. My fault." She mumbled these words as if she was chanting some mantra. She lied to all.

She didnt feel like talking, she talked to us.
She didnt want to go out, she still came.
She didnt want to eat, she ate.
She did all this just to keep us all from getting worried. Just for our happiness.

"Reece!" She jumped up awake.
Seira pov
I woke up hoping that i was in my room but i...was in a car.
Damon's car.
Breathing in deep, i looked to my right where Damon stood holding my hand by my door side.
"You lied. You were pretending." He said. I thought he saw red but he had this calm though worried expression. I held his hand and it was warm and comfortable. He pulled me out and closed the door. There was hardly anyone around us.

"Why did you do that?" He asked.
"Its not easy to forget something like this. Reece and i were very close but when i got the emergency call, i was all shaken up." My eyes were on the edge of crying pretty hard. A lump was beginning to form and my stomach had a tight knot.

"Whenever i sleep, i...get these vivid pictures of him...dead." a tear crept out. Damon had cupped my face with his warm palms watching, erging me to continue.
"Then everyone was already worried, hoping for the good. Keeping them worried was never a thing i wanted so i thought of keeping a facade. Maybe it will help them and...me. Hopefully."

He just stared. The gray eyes were not those playful piercing ones but almost red and sad ones.

"Damon?"
"Im falling for you Seira."
I blinked and another tear slipped.
"What are you doing to me? You being like this hurts me. A lot. I cant see you like this." He spoke slowly and his voice got deep and probably more of a whisper.

"Why dont you say yes? Why do you keep saying no? You call me good, look at yourself. You pretended to be happy just for others."
"And you expect me not to bother you with my proposals?" He let go.

"Im not a very good person. Not perfect enough. Im very weak and i overthink." i said.
He sighed and looked around then looked right through me.

"Finding flaws in yourself is easier than finding the good. Maybe im weaker than you. Maybe i overthink too. Being perfect takes away the chances of making a mistake. If you dont make a mistake, how do you learn?" He tried explaining and it was working too.
"Im not whether its the time or not but i want to know whether you want to be mine."

Be his?
"Forever."
Do everyone say this? Maybe yes, maybe no.
"And what if i refuse again?" I whispered the question. It was probably for me to answer too.

"Then you will never hear from me again."
Everything sank in the pit of my stomach. It felt everything fell crushing on me. It felt as if i never i wanted to hear this at all.

He stopped in the driveway, he didnt say a word throughout the way back. I opened the car door and turned to the house door.
"Seira?"
I stopped and looked back.
"You will give it a thought, without overthinking?" He asked.

"Yes I will." Giving him a small smile, i went in.