How I like my tea

A Photo

When I wake up, German is already playing with my hair. I don't mind this, it's actually really relaxing and no one has ever done it before. I wonder if he did this with Maria.

Oh god. Maria. This was wrong.

Then Pablo. I really upset him.

My Mother. Oh god how she was right.

Thoughts swarmed in my head and I began to tense with guilt. German felt me tensing and pulled my closer, right against his body and I immediately relaxed. I shouldn't but I do. I can't help it.

"Are you okay now?" German whispers.

"Fine. Thank you." I would turn to look at him but he is playing with my hair and I don't want him to stop.

"I want to speak to you and you want your hair messed with so let me turn you over." He says completely at peace now.

I exhale and then he lifts me by my waist and lies me on his chest again. He continues to mess with my hair. I take my finger and begin to run it around the edge of his muscles. He doesn't stop me.

"Angie" he says as his runs his fingers through my hair again. "Are you okay? You were screaming at Pablo before I woke you up last night."

Darn. I really hope he didn't hear anything more.

"I'm fine. Me and Pablo just had an argument. Maybe it affected me more then I thought."

"You're okay though?" He asks, still worried.

I don't blame him though. My room was ransacked, He thought I was kidnapped. I woke up and cried after a nightmare. I don't exactly make things easy for him.

"Yes. I'm much better. Thanks to you." I felt I had to add that last bit. He did let me cry on him for what felt like hours and he did let me sleep against him like I wanted. He only ever does things for me.

He smiled when I thanked him. This was his cue to continue playing with my hair and I just closed my eyes. I felt like I was drifting back to sleep when the door flung open.

"Oh.. I'm sorry" said Violetta covering her eyes. "I will leave."

I laughed.

"Violetta relax. Open your eyes." German was laughing too.

"Ermm... isn't this kind of private? I don't want to intrude." She said, still covering her eyes.

"Not really." said German "Angie just had a rough night. We are just talking about it."

"Doesn't look like just talking to me. I need to speak to you but I'm going to face the photo corner." She ran to the corner and spoke that way so she wasn't looking at us.

"Okay so I wanted to ask-" She stopped her sentence, "Dad, I didn't know you framed this photo! Awh I adore it!"

She turned around and showed it to us. I blushed a little.

"Violetta.." said German "That one was faced down." He sounded slightly agitated.

"Umm... No it wasn't." She said confused. I didn't want anything to start so I figured I better speak up.

"I picked it up. I was looking at it the other day. It's a lovely photo."

I was still lying on Germans chest and I felt him relax when I said that. Violetta smiled her Cheshire cat grin.

"Well then," she says "We better put it back where it belongs."

She placed it back on the table but instead moved a photo of her aside and placed it right in the centre so I could see it from where I lay.

"Perfect!" She exclaims.