I Will Find You

I'm Ready

3 weeks later
(Y/n)'s POV
I wake up on my bed and look at the clock. 7:29. Ugh I've been sleeping all day. My sleeping patterns have been way off. I keep having dreams about Jim and everything that happened. I've been so self conscious and so terrified of exposure ever since all of this started. But I think I'm ready. I think I'm ready to move on from this. I'm ready to make love to Robbie. Yeah, I'm still a little scared but Robbie will make sure I'm okay. It's time. I need him. Robbie makes me feel safe and what would be better than being in his arms and showing each other how much we love each other? I'll talk to him tonight.

But for now, I should probably eat some dinner. I'm starting to be able to eat more. Before, I was 132 pounds and now I'm 98, since not receiving any nutrients for so long. It's been hard to get back on track but I'm finally getting there.

I get off the bed and walk down the stairs and find Robbie in the kitchen. "Hey sleepy head." Robbie says, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Hi baby." I say as I put my hands on the back of his neck, running my hands through the bottom of his hair. He kisses my shoulder then speaks. "How'd you sleep? You were out since like 1:00 this afternoon."

"Yeah I know, I've just been exhausted. I haven't been sleeping good at night and I guess my body was mad and just shut me down." I say with a little chuckle and I feel Robbie kiss my neck and hold me tighter. He then leans away so that he can look at my face, still holding me in his arms. "I love you ." He says with an adorable smile on his face.

"Why are you so cute? Like really. You're adorable." I say running my thumb over his bottom lip. His grin grows wider then he pulls me into a kiss. The space between our lips close and I pull him right up against me. When we separate for air, Robbie rests his forehead on mine. "I love you too." I whisper back.

A few minutes later, Robbie speaks again. "We need to get some food in that belly of yours." He says, letting go of me and turning to the oven. The timer is going down and is at 5 minutes left.

"What are you making?" I ask. "Lasagna." "Mmm, your lasagna is so freaking good." I say as I take in a whiff of his amazing cooking.

As we eat our dinner, we watch a movie and by the time I finish my dinner, the movie is nearly over. Eating too fast really, really hurts my stomach so I end up eating a lot slower than I probably need to. My stomach is still getting used to eating bigger amounts of food so I'm a little paranoid.

When the movie ends, Robbie and I take our plates into the kitchen and tidy up a little bit. After that's all done, I decide that now is the time I need to talk to Robbie and tell him I'm ready. Ready to be vulnerable with him again.