Reincarnation. Book 1.

Part 12. It's over.

It's an indescribable feeling when you finally meet the one you were meant to be with. It changes you. Suddenly you want to be so much more and you see the world in a softer glow. Just remember that feeling. When time ticks on and life starts to get in the way. Don't forget how you felt in that first moment when you realized they were it. I've never thought about it, but I used to love waking up in the mornings not remembering anything from last night, but when I met him, that changed. I wanted to remember every detail I was with him. Snoring peacefully and quietly, holding me in his arms. These moments were priceless. Feeling peace, security, admiring that beautiful face. How the sun shined on him, the vibe I got when we were together, the smile he put on my face, the laughs when we goof around. I wasn't looking for anything at all when I met him. Actually, I wasn't planning on falling for anyone. But then I met him and that was it... I guess things just happened. I found him and I found myself slowly wanting to spend time with him. It was simple. It was easy. And I think that's how the best relationships begin. You're not looking for anything and then suddenly you realise; you have something.

Sunday morning I woke up earlier than Liam. Laid there for a minute, nealed closer to him. I got up, threw on his t-shirt and sneaked into the kitchen to make some coffee. Quietly put on some music, Stephen Lynch, crazy motherfucker. Breakfast time. I'm not a breakfast eater but today is a good day, new and bright. Jeez, I feel so sleazy, what the hell is wrong with me? Laughed at my own thoughts. Dug into the fridge and found eggs, sausages, bacon and beans. Perfect. Started cooking while sang and danced around in the kitchen.
"I see my redhead, messed bed, tear shed, queen bees, my squeeze.
The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells, miss-spells, knocks me on my knees.
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt
Hang me on a tree
After I countdown, three rounds, in hell I'll be in good company," this song is catchy, I have to get this on my phone. As I was occupied with cooking, I didn't notice someone sneaking behind me, not until I felt a hard slap on my ass, making me scream.

"Damn Liam, you should know better than to sneak up on a lady." pouting my lips duckly, he placed his hands around, snuggling his nose into my neck.
"Excellent advice. Have you seen one?" He said impersonating Brit, laughing and giving me a neck kiss.
"Hey, it tickled."
"I didn't hear you complaining last night," He said smirking, making me blush. "Something smells good. English?" He asked while sniffing around the food with his nose.
"Help yourself," I said, trying to reach my coffee when he literally pushed me out of the kitchen.
"Woman, get your pretty little ass into the living room. I'll bring the coffee and food." He said, smiling. Attempting to slap my ass, failed because I was faster and quickly ran to the living room.

When we finished eating, I washed the dishes, and he did some work on the computer.
"You wanna go to the sauna?" He asked while coming out of the playroom.
"In summer? Weather isn't hot enough for you?" I smirked.
"Why not? We have beers, your day off, my day off, relax and have some fun. Let's do it. You need it, and me." He said, popping next to me. He was serious. He wanted to go to the sauna. Crazy man. Shrugging my shoulders, I said; "It's a bad idea though." He winks back at me and grins,
"There's no such thing as a bad idea, only poorly executed ones."

So there we were, at the beginning of June, two idiots in a sauna, with beers.
"Two crazy persons are never a good match" I noted him.
"Correction, two crazy persons who like each other are the best match." He replied.
"So you like me?" I asked, making my dumb face.
"Well, liking is overrated." He responded, gave me his thinking face. "I don't really have an answer for that, but I guess its just the vibes you give me, the smiles you put on my face, the laughs I get from talking to you, and just the fact that you can make me think of you when we aren't talking at that moment. I honestly cannot say there's an answer to that. But I can say you are the reason I'm smiling again."
"Wow" was all I can say. He smiled, well I was stunned alright.
"What do you want from me, what are your expectations?" he asked seriously. I took a sip of beer, threw some into the stove and replied to him: "To be honest, I have no expectations for you. Just be honest, no matter what and never lie to me. I meant it, like come with every wound and woman you've ever loved, every lie you've ever told and whatever it is that keeps you up at night. Every mouth you've punched in, all the blood you've ever tasted. Come with every enemy you've ever made and all the family you've ever buried and every dirty thing you've ever done. Every drink that's burnt your throat and every morning you've woken with nothing and no one. Come with all your loss, your regrets, sins, memories, blackouts, secrets. Truth to be told, I've never seen anyone more beautiful and fascinating than you. That's what I want from you."
"Wow." That's all that came out of him. "You're something else, aren't you? And I thought my mind was weird." He told me.
"Well, I'm just trying to make the best of every situation I ever face," I said, smiling and flapping my shoulders at the same time.