Destined

Forty One

When I woke up the next morning, sunlight was pouring into the room giving it some Caribbean vibe. I smiled at the man beside me. Vincent Delavigne was a beautiful man. I never got tired of thinking that. Even asleep, the man was a sight to behold. Dark long lashes fanned over his cheeks, a sculpted mouth, angular features, and that dark mane of hair spread out on his pillow. I couldn't help but stare at him and fall even harder for the man.

I  shifted beside him and he groaned in protest tightening his hold on me. I looked to check if he was still asleep, and he was. So I tried to move again but ended up with the same result. This time he even pulled me back against him.

"Vince," I mumbled. "I need to pee,"
"No," He groaned, squeezing me against him.
I laughed, the sound making him open his eyes, "I really need to go,"

Begrudgingly, he released me and I practically flew off the bed and rushed into the bathroom. When I returned, he was seated up in bed, staring at me like I was the only other human being on the planet. It was a powerful feeling. I stopped at my bag that I'd dropped off earlier the day before and rummaged around in it for his gift.

"Hi," I said, going back to him.
"Hi," he replied. "Are you okay?"
I nodded, "I'm perfect. I have something for you," I said, suddenly nervous.
"I thought I got my gift yesterday," he stated with a wide grin.
I rolled my eyes at him, "Haha, come on, open it,"

He took the envelope and opened it, pulling out a single sheet of paper. On it, was a picture, a drawing. A tall girl, wearing white biker boots and a grey and purple jumpsuit with a zipper handle shaped like a diamond. Her hair, a dark, flowing mane, cascaded behind her. She was holding a bow staff in one hand, her other fisted at her side. Her eyes, were perfectly colored green, and on the paper, away from the drawing, was the word 'Kira' written in cursive.

"Do you like it?" I asked.
"Did you...draw this?" He asked staring at me. I nodded. "It's beautiful,"
"I've been working on it since you let me read the first draft of your new book, when you told me you'd created a character based on me. I wanted to get you something for your birthday that you couldn't just go out and buy for yourself, so I thought I could give you the first, hopefully official, fan art for your book,"
He smiled at me, "This gift is bringing me more joy than a drawing should. But the fact that it's from you, that you managed to capture the essence of my latest character so well, granted you were practically just drawing an animated version of yourself, thank you. Maybe I should hire you to be my official artist,"
I smiled triumphantly, "You think it's that good?"
"It's amazing, love, I'm definitely using this,"

There was something about him calling me love that had my insides melting. I squealed excitedly and launched myself at him, hugging him, and kissing his neck. He put the paper and envelope on the bedside table to hug me back, and I moved to kiss him.

When I woke up again, I was surprised to find I'd slept for another two hours. Vince was no longer with me but I could hear him in the kitchen. Smiling to myself as my stomach growled with hunger, I got up and out of bed, grabbed his shirt to cover up and quickly tied my hair up. Then I followed the smell of bacon to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, my boyfriend was dressed in sweatpants with his back exposed to me as he faced the stove. I smiled, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with love for the man. Quietly, I made my way to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, placing my cheek flat against his warm skin.

"You were missing from bed when I woke up," I said.
"You looked so cute sleeping, I didn't want to wake you," he turned in my arms to face me. "Good morning," he kissed the spot under my ear.

I shivered. Damn you treacherous body.

I looked up at him shyly and smiled, "Hi," and then the sight of the pancakes and bacon behind him caught my attention "Hmm, that smells delicious,"
"Hungry?" He asked as he set it onto a plate.
"Famished, I wonder why," I answered playfully.