Thief (n.g.)

Chapter 55

Nash's POV

I wake up to the sound of Babe's voice, she sounds stressed.

"Oh my God!"

I lift up to see her in her sleeping shirt and underwear, holding a shirt in her hand, digging through her dresser.

"What's wrong baby?" I ask her. My voice almost cracked because it's so sleepy.

"Oh. Nothing, sorry, go back to bed."

"No honey I want to know what's wrong with you."

"I can't find any pants that won't irritate the stupid scar!"

"Wear some shorts then." I suggest.

"I don't have any!"

"Babe, we live in Florida, and you mean to tell me, you don't have any shorts?"

"Yeah, because when I went to pick some out, you told me it looked like an eight year old picked them out!"

I chuckle.

"It really did."

"How?"

"Baby, your sixteen years old and you picked out shorts that go to your knees." I smile.

"Just because my ass doesn't hang out my pants, doesn't mean I dress like an eight year old!"

"I don't want your ass to hang out of your pants! No guy, other than me, is allowed to see your ass! I was just saying to wear shorts that are like, at the middle of your thy... Or maybe a little shorter."

"Well I don't have any." She huffs.

"I'll go get you some." I say getting out of bed.

"Really?"

"Yep. So until then, you can just hang out in bed." I smile.

After I get dressed and tell her Ill be back in a minute.

"Oh yeah," she says. "I wear a-"

"(Your size)." I interrupt.

"How did you-"

"I wrap my arms around you every night."

"Oh."

I smile, before kissing her cheek. “I love you."

I force a smile as I lift up to walk out the room. Just as I reach the door her soft voice calls my name.

"Nash?" She says.

"Hmm?" I hum.

"You don't have to say that you know... that you love me... I know you find it hard to love, just because you don't say that, won't make me want to stay any less."

I slow slowly turn to her. She sits there alone in the bed.

I nod. “But I do." I tell her.

"Then why do you look so uncomfortable when you say it?"

I shake my head as I shrug. “Maybe I just am not used to say it... Maybe, I'm just...-"

"Maybe you're just what?" She ask me.

"Maybe I'm just waiting for you to love me back."

We stare at each other for a moment. Her lips part as she takes in a deeper breath.

I half smile as I nod. “I can wait."

Babe's POV

He then exits the room.