Burning me

Chapter twenty seven - Axel

After the interrogation on freckles - asking stupid questions - was over, the teasing and casual conversation at the table started and I could see freckles relax.

They brought her in the conversation and laughter followed each different answer we received from each other. They already took freckles in as her own, making her feel welcomed. That was a big thing, man.

After we finished the turkey most of us ending up stuffed with it, we said what we were thankful for. Mom was the first to sit up and tell what she was thankful for, and beyond having us as her family, she said that it was great to have an addition. She thanked that freckles came into our family.

Then it was all the rest, who also thanked for having freckles as an addition to the family. It was lastly my turn. I thanked for the health and safety my family had and thanked that freckles was by my side. I thanked that I found her and no one else. I thanked that she was mine.

When I sat down I looked at her and saw her in tears, just a second away from letting them fall. Then, I knew she wouldn't have got up, because she didn't celebrate Thanksgiving, but she got up and looked around the table.

"I'm thankful for meeting this family, and being right here, right now. I'm thankful for being apart of this family. I'm thankful for having Axel and for all he helped me go through. I'm thankful that he didn't left me when I was difficult and I'm thankful that he is mine." She sighed and looked at me as she sat down.

A tear rolled on her cheek and I quickly caught it with my thumb. I pressed my lips on her forehead, leaving a gentle kiss behind.

My heart felt like it was actually beating when I was with this girl.

I had no regrets in loving her, maybe just the great danger I dragged her into.

That's right! I fell for her. I fell hard for her. For all of her. Her blue eyes which showed me her every feeling. Her cute freckles spread across her face. Her plump lips so damn kissable. Her big heart which held so much pain, but was still able to forgive and show kindness. I loved her few flaws which made her who she was as well. How she was so nervous and stressed when important things were going to happen. How she cutely tried having everything under control. How she didn't like having free time. Come to think of it, I doubt those were flaws.

Yeah, I was head over heels in love.

Mom said dessert would take some time after that, so I'd have a few minutes to show freckles around.

I got up from my chair and spread my hand waiting for her to take it. When she did, she got up and followed me inside the house. I showed her every single interesting room. The game room, where we had bowling, booze, billiard and games. The inside pool. The cinema room. The gym. What she liked the most, the garage. Dad had his own collection of princesses he wouldn't have allowed any of us to touch.

When I thought I was done, she turned at me and tilted her head on the side. "How does your room look like?"

I was a little caught off guard, but I took her to my room as well. It wasn't a God knew what beautiful room. I had my walls covered in blue paint, bed covered in black sheets. The flooring was black and I had a black fluffy carpet under the bed which was a little bit of my room. I had a large TV in front fo the bed, a computer I left behind when I entered college on my dark wooden desk, a small black couch in the empty part of the room, and a shelf filled with all my trophies and medals from boxing.

That was what got her attention first. She walked over to the shelf and analyzed my prizes. "You didn't say you used to box." She said turning at me with an amazed look on her face.