Noah & Navid

Chapter 46- My Noah

+++ Written from Navid's Perspective +++ 

Noah was inside when we arrived. 

He had his back to us and was singing along to some music in his earbuds. He carried a basket of clean laundry and danced a few steps as we paused to watch. 

"I got the eye of a tiger, fighter, dancing through the..." Noah sang until he realized he had an audience. 

He wheeled around in mid chorus and froze when he saw us. He was embarrassed, but otherwise happy. 

He was always happy. His life was uncomplicated. I kept him that way. It kept him pure.

Normally, I would have rushed to take the heavy basket and kiss him when I came home from things. 

But I couldn't embrace him and that self-placed knife in my chest twisted a little more. 

Instead I took the basket and told my parents that I needed to go and help him.

He looked adorable in his pajamas. He had showered so his normally gelled up hair was a flop of blonde on top with close shaved sides. His cheeks blushed deep crimson and I wanted to kiss them.

There's something about finding your soulmate. 

I'd never even considered bringing a boy that I loved around my parents. Their approval was life to me. 

But for him, I could foresee walking the treacherous road ahead. His life was worth more than my own, his happiness above mine.

With each passing day I spent with my most important people under the same roof, I edged closer to screaming, "Fuck it! I love him! You love him! You know he will be perfect for our family so just get the fuck over it!"

It would destroy my parents, my family, my only blood ties in this world. But they loved him dearly. I loved him, and couldn't be without him. 

There had to be some way we could all make it through this intact.

My parents went to hug Noah and gave a kiss to his cheeks and forehead.They fawned over him like he was their youngest child. My mother blessed his forehead with her lips, her spoken prayers. She did not give those lightly. 

Noah had no idea what it meant to her, he just melted in smiles at their touch.

She produced a wrapped plate of cookies from her purse. She had smuggled them for him, and he took them as if they were sacred golden coins. 

He thanked her profusely as my father translated. He said that he missed them, and couldn't believe their trip was nearly over. 

It was beautiful to see him happy, but I had a need for him. I nodded towards the stairs. He clutched the cookies and bounded up them. I clutched the laundry basket and followed with calls of good night to my parents.

I loved how his firm, bubbled bottom bounced up the steps. I couldn't wait to get inside him, but first I needed some mending with his heart.

"Did you have fun? Did you eat anything gross?" he said as his beautiful light green eyes sparkled in the light of the bedroom.

I just nodded, tossed the basket of laundry aside, and sat down on the bed. I took his hand, pulled him towards my lap. He walked forward and straddled my lap, sitting on my thighs and wrapping his arms around my neck.

"Are you going to help me with the laundry?" he asked with a mischievous smile as though we had really come up here for that.

"No, we need talk, princess. I miss you," I said.