The Letter I Wrote To The Duke (Seriously Editing Had A Huge Plot Hole)

Chapter 21: Trouble In Paradise

I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It will be a very interesting one with some mystery in it too. I will certainly enjoy writing it just like i have the rest of my novel. 

 I dedicate this chapter to my very special and encouraging boyfriend. You have always believed in me, thank you for all your love and all your support. You always have faith in me even when I don't have faith in myself. Thank you for being my happy not-so-ending-ending. 

Chapter 21: Trouble In Paradise

 CHARLES'S POV.

After a few days of more resting and changing her bandages a second time, Emalia is finally looking at good health again. She looks healthier and she tells me that she feels healthier. I couldn't be happier. I hope she doesn't get sick again, not because I don't want to take care of her again, but because I don't want her to be hurting and I know that she hurts, anyone hurts when they are sick. I don't want her to be in pain, I hate knowing that she is hurting and I can't do anything to ease the pain. 

"Charles, do you want to help me with dinner?" I hear her beautiful voice float in from the kitchen. "I was wanting to cook a meal in honor of Rosie and her love, they could join us for this meal if they wish to. I sure would love it if they joined us, Charles, I bet he's a lovely man. Ummm... Well, that is, a kind man, although, not as kind as you that is."

"I would love to help and that is very kind of you, Emalia. I do not wish you to put too much strain on yourself before you are completely recovered." I stand up from my chair and walk into the kitchen. I see Emalia hard at work cutting some vegetables and waiting to cut the meat. I walk up behind her, being as silent as I can. I wrap my arms around her waist and place a small kiss on her neck. 

"Oh, Charles, now is not any time to be fiondling over me. Here, give me a kiss and then we can get started." She turns around to face me, a big smile on her face.

"Is that what we need in order to start cooking this meal?" I ask, teasing her and making a nuscence of myself and then I chuckle."

"Yes because we both need to be focused, not that us kissing would bring any focus what so ever, but if it will take away some of your urges to pull me against you and kiss me senseless then I am more than happy to comply." This time she is the one to laugh. I give her a quick kiss on the lips and spin her back around to face her cutting board. 

"What should I do to start helping?"

"Here," she picks up the four slabs of meat and slaps them into my hands, "those need cutting up. I am planning on making a stir fry and those need to be cut up into strips for it."

"Okay, I will get right on that." I place the four slabs of meat onto the counter and go looking for a cutting board. I quickly find one and am surprised that is isn't in the same place that I found one last time we were cooking together. "Emalia, Dear, did you move thingd around in here?"

She turns around and smiles brightly at me and nods her head. "I sure did, I asked Rosie and she told me that it is my kitchen now and I am welcome to do as I please with it. So, I looked through all the cupboards and took all the opots and pans and plates and such out and replaced them where I knew I would find them. Do you like it?" She asks me, her eyes looking sparkly and she looks as though she is slightly worried, almost like she is trying to impress me or wants my approval.

"I think that is great, Emalia. I am glad that you are making this kitchen yours and adding your own touches to it. If we ever get married and have kids," I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her back against my chest, "you will be, or we rather, will be making their meals here. Meals for our family here." I plae another small kiss on her neck and then one on her shoulder before letting her go and opening a drawer to find a knife.