His Maid

Chapter 22

I was surprising Damien with breakfast-in-bed today, I couldn't sleep all night and in the early hours of this morning my phone alerted me of a reminder and it kept me occupied. I went shopping at 6:00am and everything that would be sensible for a party, I messaged Julia and told her what time she should come over today and apologised for such late notice. I scheduled a really early appointment with the registry office at 8:00am and I thanked the Gods when they told me they could fit me in.

"Ouch fuck!" I squealed when I flicked the oil over the eggs towards me and splashed it on my arm. I turned off the heat and jumped over to the sink and turned the tap on holding my burn under the cold water, I sighed in relief.

"Are you okay?" I jumped in fright and hit my head on the cupboard above my head, I put my hand on my head but pulled it back when I pushed on the tender part of my hand on my head and splashed it under the water again, I turned and hit my hip on the counter trying to keep my hand under the water. "Jesus you're incredibly accident prone today." I turned the tap off and forgot about the stool I had behind me and when I spun around I hit my ankle on the leg of the stool and then stubbed my toe and the lower part of the leg. I bit my lip to refrain from screaming out not wanting to wake Rhys.

"I'm fine." My voice shook as tears welled up in my eyes.

"No you're not." He walked around the counter and wrapped an arm around my waist pulling me away from the kitchen and into the living room, limping all the way their because I couldn't feel anything in my foot where I hit my ankle on the stool.

"You're supposed to be in bed, I wanted to make you breakfast." I whined.

"I want you to rest, you look like you haven't slept at all."

"That's because I haven't."

"Why not? You should have woken me up."

"I wasn't going to do that. I needed time to think and then my phone sent me a reminder and it took away all thoughts of sleep."

"I can tell, how long have you been cooking for?" I count on my fingers.

"I've been cooking at different times, I cooked when I came home from my errands that was about eight-thirty so an hour. I've cooked five pizzas; I've made chicken, bacon and mayonnaise pasta and that's in the fridge now keeping covered up; I've made homemade coleslaw; I've prepared a variety of fillings for sandwiches to make later; I-" He pushes his finger on my lips.

"I get it, you've been busy."

"Yes." I sigh. "You should be in bed, I was making you breakfast."

"I apologise for wondering where you was, I was hoping I could have woken up to your face on my birthday." Damien laughs.

"Oh yeah." I lean in and kiss his lips, placing my hands on his naked chest, tangling my fingers with the hair on it. "Happy birthday." He moans into the kiss.

"Thank you." He says against my lips. I pull away and smile and the frown on his face. "Why'd you stop? I was enjoying that." I laugh and stand from the sofa.

"Well I wanted to give you your present. It was a pain to get at such late notice but I got it in the end." I take the brown envelope out of the top drawer from the tall boy next to the fire place. "I was going to give it to you with your breakfast, but one it's not finished and two you aren't in bed." I hold out the envelope and he takes it. He rips open the envelope and takes out the paper.

"Marley this is- this is Rhys's birth certificate." He stutters and looks from the certificate to me, tears were shining in his eyes.

"Yeah, he is officially Rhys Clark."