Five Days

Day Four

Fiction.
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credits due to Pascal Campion Art for the header. Thank you 😊❤️

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Lying in bed after spending the better part of the evening loving the woman I loved certainly gave me a new and different view of post-coital bliss. Cuddling had taken on an entirely different meaning as well.

I felt contentment seep through my pores. Happiness flow through my veins. Bliss was now a part of my vocabulary. All because of her. I continued to run my fingers through her hair while she snuggled closer to me. Satisfaction never felt so sweet than this very moment.

She was finally mine and mine alone. If I closed my eyes I could see our future together all laid out before us. A future that would take us through a path I never, ever thought I would one day tread.
The path of true love.

I repeated it to myself. Not to get my mind used to the idea, but for my heart to relish the thought. True love has finally come. And why not? Rodjun found his Diane, Kristoff has his Reine. Hell, even Kim has his baby sharks. Why not me?

They found their destiny and mine found me.

And right now destiny stirred awake, opened her eyes and smiled up at me.
She kissed my shoulder lightly. Even such a small act made my heart race.

"What are you thinking about?"
I traced a finger down the column of her smooth neck.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" I wanted to know if she remembered such a momentous occasion.

"Diane's birthday. God that night was a disaster all around."

"How so?"

She pretended to think hard for a minute, snapped her finggers and counted off all the things that went wrong.
"Our dress for starters. Reine chopping off her hair. Diane getting drunk and throwing up on Rodjun.."

I laughed when I remembered Rodjun's face when he pointed to his ruined shoes. It was a mixture of disgust and exasperation. Even so, the way he picked up the drunken Diane and held her in his arms, there was no doubt he finally met his match.

As for me, I definitely found my Ms. Piggy to my Kermit.

"That birthday was too unforgettable," Maine laughed. "Especially for me."

"Why?"

She gave me the look that spoke volumes. "I met you. I took one look at you from across the room and I felt my heart skip a beat. When you came to talk to me, to Diane and I, I felt my knees go weak. I was afraid I'd melt into one big puddle and Diane had to take me home in a bucket"

"All that with a look?" I teased.

Her face turned all serious. "I looked at you and I knew you were going to change my life forever."

"And were you right?"

"More than I ever thought I could be." The words were spoken softly, but once more her eyes betrayed how she really felt.

I saw incredible sadness. Fear. I willed her to tell me what was bother her. To let me in on what was making her unhappy. I searched her eyes but she refused to meet my gaze.
"Maine, please tell me what's bothering you."

A puzzled frown marred her beautiful face.
"What are you talking about?"

I brushed hair off her face.
"There's a sadness in your eyes that never seems to go away. I wish you would tell me what's haunting you, I wish you would tell me all your secrets."
I felt her suck in her breath.