Don 3: Heart's Desire

Chapter 63

The next morning, Roma woke up before Don did. She had hardly slept anyway. He was still showing her his back, proving that he was sound asleep, which further proved that he had been drinking also since he didn't even bother to move in his sleep. Which meant that he was very much mad at her. She got up quietly and exited the bedroom. She made herself coffee, which proved to be quite a task. She realized that it was Don that had been taking care of that.

She sighed as she sat on the sofa, curling underneath a blanket, sipping on her cup of coffee. She grimaced tasting it. Don's was so much better. She drank it anyway. She needed to get over a white night. She retrieved a book from the coffee table, it was the one Don had been reading recently. She read the cover- The Mysterious Affair at Styles, by Agatha Christie. She opened it and immediately began searching for underlined passages, as she knew he had a custom of doing that with every book he read.

"You gave too much rein to your imagination. Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master. The simplest explanation is always the most likely."

"Instinct is a marvelous thing. It can neither be explained nor ignored."

"Sometimes I feel sure he is as mad as a hatter and then, just as he is at his maddest, I find there is a method in his madness."

"Every murderer is probably somebody's old friend," observed Poirot philosophically. "You cannot mix up sentiment and reason."

"I am charming to my friends one day, and forget all about them the next."

'Catching up on some reading?' Don startled her, sarcastically

She put the book down and tried to look at him in a manner that wouldn't betray guilt. For she did feel terribly guilty.

But he didn't maintain eye contact. She lowered her gaze to her fingers as she started playing with them nervously, trying to find a way to make things better. Just then, she heard him spit out something into the sink

'Good God, are you trying to poison me?'

She giggled. She couldn't help it. Looking at him spit out her terrible coffee just went straight to her heart.

He wiped his mouth and looked over at her, and slowly smiled himself. That was her queue. She went towards him, her hands at her back, and a pout on her lips.

He smirked crossing his hands over his chest 'Something you'd like to say?'

'Of course I'm sorry, Don. Do I really need to spell it out? You very well know I didn't sleep at all last night'

'Yeah, you do look kinda awful' he shrugged and turned to make some potable coffee.

She smiled, at least he still had his sense of humor intact. But his pride was visibly bent

She circled his waist from behind and rested her cheek on his back 'Please, Don... you know I didn't mean for it to sound that way'

'But it did'

'I know, and I feel terrible. Of course I want kids, I'd never even dreamt about it... and that's why it's all so sudden and terrifying. I'm scared that we're... moving too fast, I'm scared that things will change... '

He sighed and turned to face her 'I know' he sighed again, shaking his head slightly 'I don't know what's gotten into me. I just... feel like telling you all these things, and you're not receiving them the way I had hoped you would, I guess...'

'No, no' she circled his neck 'Please don't say that, it's not true' she hugged him tight 'I'm just trying to get used to it all, that's all'

The coffee was ready and he parted to pour it into their mugs. He handed her hers but she said 'As horrible as it was, I already had mine'