beauty behind the madness | the weeknd

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2 months later

Abel

I sit down on the bed, watching Rose get dressed. She takes her robe off and is left only in her bra and underwear.

My eyes roam over her body and she catches me staring in the mirror. She smiles and walks over to me, leaning down to kiss me. She pushes me back on the bed and climbs on top of, continuing to kiss me. She starts to unbutton my shirt, but I quickly stop her.

"We should get going soon," I say against her lips.

Rose pulls back, looking at me surprised, since I'm the one who's stopping this from going any further. She raises her eyebrows. "Where's Abel and what have you done with him?" she asks. "You never reject sex."

I smile up at her. "Just save all your energy for later," I say. A small smirk creeps up my lips, but I bite it back and Rose just squints and climbs off me. I button up my shirt again and watch as she starts putting her long red dress on.

She fiddles with her and turns to look at me. "How do I look?" she asks.

"Beautiful," I answer. "As always."

Later on, we arrive at the yacht that I hired for tonight. Rose looks out towards the water, looking towards the city lights. "Is it raining?" she asks.

I feel a couple of drops fall on my face. It's raining Just my luck. "Rose," I say. She turns to look at me, smiling. I feel my throat go dry. "I . . . um . . ." I trail off.  What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I struggling to find the words?

Rose looks at me concerned. "What is it, Abel?" she asks.

I'm starting to feel hot. A few beads of sweat roll down my head. I take a couple of breaths in and out before taking out the box from my blazer pocket and bending down on one knee. More drops of rain fall. I open the box and Rose covers her mouth in shock, looking at the ring. "Rose, three years ago, after you walked out on me, I realised I love you, but I was just too scared to own up to my feelings." The rain starts to get heavier, but I ignore it. "I never thought that I'd be able to tell you or even see you again," I carry on. "I'm so glad that we got another chance to be together. Rose Parker, I love you and I can't wait to have a family with you and grow old with you Will you marry me?" The rain comes faster, drenching us both.

"Yes!" Rose says. Her dress is soaked and starts to cling to her body. "Of course I'll marry you!"

I grin and take the ring out the box and she holds out her hand. When I put the ring on her and get off my knees, she throws her arms around me, hugging me tightly. I spin her around and she squeals. I stop and put her down, moving her wet hair out the way before kissing her. The rain continues to fall on us as we kiss.

5 months later

Rose

"I love you, Mrs Tesfaye," Abel says, kissing me all over my face.

"I love you too, Mr Tesfaye," I say back. I look down at my wedding ring. "I can't believe we're actually  married."

Abel grabs my hand and kisses it. "Neither can I," he says.

"Are you not gonna give me a hint about where we're going for our honeymoon?" I ask. I'm desperate to know. I hate when he keeps all these secrets.

"Nope," Abel says. His eyes fall on my white wedding dress. "You look so beautiful. When you were walking down that aisle, I swear I wanted to fuck you in front of everyone."

I laugh and shake my head. I grab Abel by his blazer and pull him forward, connecting our lips. His hands fall on my waist and squeeze softly. Abel breaks the kiss and turns me around. I watch him in the mirror as he unclips my bun, causing my hair to fall across my shoulders in waves. He moves my hair to the side and trails kisses along my neck. My eyes close as I revel in how good it feels.

I turn around and slip Abel's blazer off and start undoing his tie, all while kissing him. He holds my face, trying to slow down the kiss. I start unbuttoning his white shirt and break away to kiss his chest.

Abel starts to slide my dress strap down. He pulls down the dress carefully, while trailing kisses down my body and I step out of it, only left in my white lacy bra and thong. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip, staring at my body.

When Abel gets back up, I start unbuckling his belt and pull down his pants. He kisses me again and picks me up, walking towards the bed. Abel places me down on the bed and climbs on top of me, without breaking the kiss. He takes off my bra and thong and slips out of his boxers.

When his head disappears between me legs, I moan out in pleasure. I grip his head, pulling at his hair as his tongue enters ne deeper. I start grinding against his face faster and faster until I reach my peak. I lie still, panting while Abel licks up all my juices. As soon as he's done, he enters me and starts thrusting hard. Each stroke gets rougher and deeper and I scream out in pleasure.

He lies down next to me and I quickly climb on top of him, still panting. I start to ride him and he let's out a grunt, which just makes me respond by doing it faster. I can tell that he's reaching his peak when his eyes close and we both end up climaxing together.

I don't stop there, though. I kiss his chest and go downwards until I reach his length. I take it in my mouth and start sucking.

"Fuck, Rose," Abel says, grunting sexily. He rakes his hands through my hair.

I move my head up and down faster until the warm liquid fills my mouth. I wipe my mouth and move up to kiss him again before lying back on his chest.

"I love you," I say, tracing my finger along his chest.

Abel rubs my back. "I love you too."

2 years later

I step out the shower and wrap a towel around my body. I go downstairs and start to make myself a coffee.

When I feel a kiss being planted on the back of my neck, I smile to myself.

"Mmm, what do you have under that trowel?"Abel asks.

"Nothing that you haven't seen before," I answer and hear him chuckle. I turn around and grin when I see Abel standing there, carrying our son, Michael, who giggles when I tickle and kiss him. I peck Abel's lips and hold out my arms for Michael, but he refuses to come to me like he normally does.

"He wants to stay with his daddy," Abel says. "Don't you?" He starts tickling Michael, who giggles adorably.

I follow Abel to the couch. He sits down with Michael facing him. Abel starts to pull funny faces which makes Michael laugh. I rest my head on Abel's shoulder and watch lovingly as he continues to make Michael laugh. "Abel," I say.

"Yes, baby?"

I lift my head from his shoulder and looks at him. "I'm pregnant," I tell him.

Abel's face breaks into a huge grin. "Are you really?" he asks. I nod.  "You're not playing a trick on me like the last time?"

I shake my head, smiling at the memory. "I'm pregnant," I repeat. "For real. It's not a joke."

Abel kisses me, grinning widely. "You hear that, little man?" he says excitedly to Michael. "You're gonna have a sister!"

"Sister?" I echo, raising an eyebrow. "How do you not know it's a boy?"

Abel rests his hand on my belly. "It's a girl," he says. "I know it is."

I laugh and kiss him. I rest my head against his shoulder again and watch as he continues to play with Michael.

While watching them, a thought pops into mind: my life is perfect.