brenton's girl

fifty five

Leah's pov

My head throbbed as I blinked the bright light away. I yawned stretching my limbs out before rolling over so that I laid on my stomach. Brenton has his arm tossed over his eyes, sleeping, but what really drew me in was how peaceful he looked. His usual taut jaw was slacked and his usual dark aura seemed pure and light.

I smiled and propped myself on my arm so that I could reach forward and touch his hair. My movements were soft and slow so that I wouldn't wake him. Gently, I touched his jaw and down his neck, I smiled at the soft noise that he made.

I softly trailed my finger tip over the pretty calligraphy of his Taylor tattoo, over and over again, until I let them fade into another tattoo, this one newer than any other one on his body. I wasn't the hugest fan of the tree and what it represented, but no doubt, it was amazing art.

"I'm trying to sleep here." His gruff voice spoke. I smiled and moved a bit closer, my stomach in knots.

"Good morning," I said softly, I laid my head on his chest, waiting for him to pay me attention.

"Mhm," he grumbled yawning. I frowned slightly but moved ever closer to him so that I could press a kiss to his cheek. "Sleep."

"I'm not tired," I said.

"Well I am."

I sighed and mumbled, "fine." before rolling back to my side of the bed. I slipped on my red silk robe and slippers, then walked out of the bedroom. I used the restroom and brushed my teeth in the spare bathroom before washing my hands and making way to the living room.

I opened the sliding glass doors and stepped onto the patio. I never spent as much time out there, nowhere near as much as I wished I did, but it was so lovely to sit watching the sunrise.

I pulled out a chair and walked back inside, putting a kettle on the stove to make tea. I looked at the bookshelf for a few moments before choosing a book.

The reds and pinks of the sunrise were bleeding into the water, reflecting like a mirror. I absolutely loved this land, loved the river, the yard, and I admired the house.

Back at my parents house, it never felt like home, it was never homey. But here, this was home. Every square inch of this house had a memory wrapped around it already and none of them were painful, none of them were beatings or fighting, none of them were lies and faithlessness.

I flipped the page of the book, trying to drawl my attention back to it, but I couldn't help the giddy feeling in my chest.

Suddenly, two large arms wrapped around me, shocking a gasp from my lips.

I titled my head, looking back at Brenton, he smiled at me. "Good morning, baby." To my surprise, I placed a hot cut of tea on the table in front of me, then cupped my chin from behind, positioning me so that he could kiss my lips.

"Good morning," I puckered my lips again, waiting for one more kiss, he smiled and pressed his lips to mine. I picked up my tea cup, taking a small sip, testing the heat before taking a bigger drink from it. I put it down when I was done.

Brenton groaned softly before nuzzling my neck, moving in closer to me, wrapping me tighter with his arms. "Don't go out today," he said softly. "Can we just stay home, stay in bed all day?"

I ran my fingertips through his brown hair, smiling when he made a soft sound. I knew that I needed to go to the Cold Croc and help Tooth with the kids, that he would be angry at me if I didn't show up when it was my plan to help him. But having Brenton being so sweet and warm wasn't something I could disregard.