His Only Savior | #Wattys2019

~22~

The soft light of morning seeped in through the blinds, illuminating the simply decorated room. There was a lighthouse clock that sat on the bedside table, its steady tick tock tick tock sounded thunderous against the silence of morning. I laid upon Isaac's chest admiring the steady rise and fall of it as he slept. A smile played at my lips as I ran my fingertips up and down his smooth skin. He was pure perfection in my eyes, and he was all mine.

The sun beating down onto the house eventually began to heat up the room causing Isaac to stir. When I realized he was not quite awake I slipped out of bed quietly and made my way into the kitchen. Opening up the fridge I pulled out the remaining eggs and bacon to prepare the final meal of our vacation. Before long the bacon was sizzling away on the hot surface of the pan and I was scraping the eggs out of its own pan onto our plates. I tossed two English muffins into the toaster and turned up the music on my phone. I swayed my hips to the rhythm as I waited for the last of the food to finish.

"You sure know how to wake a man in the morning," Isaac's groggy voice pulled me back to reality.

"Well how else am I going to keep you around?"

"You don't need to cook me eggs and bacon every morning to keep me around," he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me from behind.

"It doesn't hurt though does it?" I flipped the bacon before burrowing myself into him further.

"No, it doesn't hurt," I could hear the smile in his words.

POP, the toaster shot up the bread indicating it was done.

"I'll get it," he said while removing himself from our embrace. I glanced back as he buttered the bread and placed it on the plates with the eggs.

The smile on my face was peaceful as I removed the bacon and prepared it for the plates. I squeezed around Isaac to plate it, "Here." Turning I offered him a plate before following him out of the kitchen and out through the sliding glass door. He set his plate down on the large wooden table of the enclosed deck before pulling out a chair for me to sit in. "Thanks," I grinned while pecking his lips.

We both sat in our seats and ate in silence, allowing the sounds of the ocean to center us. The birds chirped overhead as the ocean crashed against the bluffs, it was soothing. I understood in the moment why this was somewhere Isaac enjoyed, it was an oasis for the living. There was so much bustling chaos in the city, that the silence and slow steady pace of life that hummed through this small blip on the map was heavenly.

When Isaac and I had finished our food he excused himself and removed the plates and disappeared into the warmth of the home. With a sigh I pulled my legs into my chest, shielding myself from the brisk ocean breeze. Looking up towards the sky in search of the warm morning sun on my face as the fog rolled out, revealing the beauty around us. I could hear the echo of Isaac's feet as he went in and out of the house through the front door, loading up our belonging in preparation to leave.

I finally decided to pull myself from the chair and venture back inside. "Do you need help loading anything else?"

"No, I've got it," he smiled. "This is the last of it if you want to meet me in the jeep, I'll lock up behind myself."

I nodded while brushing passed him to head out into the vehicle. He tossed the last of our things into the back before shutting the tailgate and climbing into the passenger seat. I hesitantly started the engine, a long sigh slipping past my lips as I suddenly felt anxious.