Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Thirty Three

I barely get any sleep that night.  Most of it is spent drawing patterns on Robert's chest in the darkness, listening to him breathe slowly when he finally passes out to sleep again.  His resting face is like marble; ageless.  Through the night he twitches every so often, but it's cute, and eventually, he stretches in his sleep and turns his face into my hair, snuggling into me.  It's heartwarming, and I close my eyes to at least rest them, even if I can't fall asleep.

When morning comes I realize I did doze off at least for a little bit, because the bed's empty, and so is the room.  The sun's up, so it must be mid morning...  And when I toss on some normal clothes and make it to the kitchen, Robert's busy making everyone breakfast, the group seated at the island as though it's a diner.  And I'm too sleepy to care, so I stumble in and fall against his back as he hovers over the stove, arms enclosing around his waist.

"What're you making?" I ask, but it's so mumbled I'm surprised it's coherent.

"Omelets," he answers and I can hear the grin in his tone.  "Like I promised yesterday."

"Mmmm I love you," I sigh, still talking into his back, and he eventually laughs and picks up the pan, shifting me off of him to dish out what he has onto their plates.

Then he turns back to the stove and starts up some for us, I assume, and once he sets down the spatula, he turns to me and leans down to give me a kiss, wrapping his arm around me as he goes back to his cooking shortly after.  I take it, leaning against him sleepily.

"Love you more," he answers.  "I wanted to let you sleep...you were out like a light when I got up."

"I was?" I ask, doubtful.  "I feel like I haven't slept in years..."

"Let's get some coffee in you," he laughs and I groan, hating it, but knowing I need it.

He passes a cup to me and nods toward the coffee pot, full and brewed, and I rise an eyebrow at how much of a housewife he's become this morning.

"So I was thinking of heading to a wing chun class..." he tells me as I serve myself.  "Want to join?"

"I..."  I sigh.  "Yes, but..."

"Right," he agrees, knowing we are still kind of avoiding the scene until we finish making the private announcements.

"Rachel," I hear from behind and my aunt's voice perks into our conversation.  "Your mother and I were thinking of getting pedicures, maybe we could get your nails done for the show."

And somehow I'm drug into that instead.  Robert says goodbye for the time being, promising to be there before I have to take the stage, and begs one last time to hear something I've written, but I tell him no; it's going to be a surprise.

So here we are, at a nail salon.  I never really go to these.  Ever.  But it's right outside of their community, so it's walking distance, and it's on them, so...why not?

"So you and Robert are quite cozy, aren't you?" my aunt asks as I busy myself texting Devin, who's finally gotten back to me from last night.

D: dude it was like 2am here WTF A TOUR no we need to talk!!!  does this mean you're moving?!  are you quitting?!  shit, can your mom please live me tonight so i can watch?!

Okay.  So she's playing 20 questions.  Tamely.

"Yeah, I guess," I answer blankly, not wanting to tip anyone off, but quickly realize the staff isn't even listening, anyway.

"They're in love," my mom teases, and I roll my eyes, texting Dev back.

R: coming home tomorrow, can we hang out?  i'll give her the phone for the show.