The sounds might have woken my xenovia up because I felt The softest small hands sliding up my abdomen from behind. My breath hitched. Her head rest on my back. I let go of the That's the disadvantage when you can't pat her head when she's against you but your hands can't turn a full 180°, that's where my flexibility disappoints me. So instead I did the next best thing, covering her hands with mine.
I heard a sob then a sniffle and next my shirt is wet. I gulped astonished, Her hands fisted my shirt as they trembled I tried to cover her hands firm so she doesn't quiver anymore yet she won't stop instead a trail of Goosebumps travelled up my arm.
"Zenovia..." I utter horse yet stuffy, my own emotions surfacing. I turn, wrap my arms around her protectively, pull her close, gently rubbing her back, I rest my chin on her head, taking in her sweet smell. Despite the heaviness in my stomach, I wasn't disgusted of my self anymore, I feel light and relieved I am. Her body pressed against mine, released all my stress. She sunk into the warmth of my side. His touch made the room warmer somehow, her future with me seeming a little less bleak.
I love this woman.
And from time and time again I will always let her know the same.
"You should have woken me up when you were back. I was worried, you know." Her head hung down she muffled in my shirt.
"I know. I am sorry." Combing back her hairs, my rough palm caress her delicate cheek, she moulded into my touch.
"No. Don't be, please. I'm sorry" and then the dawn in her eyes surfaced with dew, brightening, ever illuminating my soul. "thank you." Says she.
My heart melted, it all seemed worth it.
She broke away as a flush came up across her neck, I couldn't move away, I still held her press close. Shamelessly focusing on each of her clumsy ways.
Quickly rather rigidly regaining her strength, from the back of her hands she rubbed her eyes asking, "How are you?"
"Just a few bandages. I'm all good." I eased my hands down to her lower back securing her sides encircling her within the locks of my intertwined fingers. "Are you okay?"
"Yes." She purred.
"What's that smell?" She sniffed. I guess she likes it. I turned to the side so she can have glimpse of my cooking, already served.
"It looks delicious, callen. But, Since when haven't you eaten?" She asked concerned. I know we both haven't had neither lunch nor dinner so I smiled, her brows furrowed defining her sunken eyes.
She applied negligible force on my chest, and broke away, I let her.
"Quick! Let's eat. I haven't either. I'm hungry." She picked up the plates and ran to the table. She is more worried for me. I wanted her to ease but I just let her, nodding and following her.
More than her mouth, she entered her fork stuffed with huge pieces in my mouth.
It was cute in its own way, she seemed desperate to feed me instead.
Then she dragged me to the bed and forced my head onto the pillow.
Unbuttoned my shirt. The. Stopped midway noticing all the new scratches coating the old ones heaving a long sigh she slowly opens her eyes and removes the fabric of me.
Her feather touch on my skin had me worked up on top of the pills forcing me to deep slumber.
Shit!
He gave me a heavy dose.
"You're on pills?" She lightly tugs the skin under my eye down, her eyes vigilant.
"How do you know that?" I remove her hand on alert.
"You're eyes seem sick ever since you came. Turns out you're on medications."
I loosen my grip, she is edgely clam placing her gifted hands on lap, she fondled her dress.
Her eyes were pooling, a fire in me evoked, "What? Why such sweaty eyes?"
"It's just, I want to see my baby, callen!" She buried her face in her hands, bursting into tears. How much she tried to suppress her tears, I pulled her close, I laid her down beside me, massaged her head as I hugged her trapping her legs in mine, she sniffed cooling in the warmth of our closeness. I kiss her forehead and cood words of hope in her ear, I'll have them met, let this be over, then, I will.
"You'll meet him, soon. You have My word."
She pulled up the covers, relaxing in me, We drift off to sleep.
..
I woke up to the sound of knife striking the cutting board and smell of meaty roasted chicken.
I closed my eyes back then fluttered open my lids, reality flooding back, she had been beside me, when I was asleep.
Flexing my arms I sat straight, then landed down. A warm up exercise to get recharged. I walked around the counter after I saw her saute some veges.
She is a beautiful sight to start the day with.
"You up?" Poured myself some coffee and leaned over the countertop from where I had her full view. "I thought since must have digested the light breakfast in your sleep, Chicken will provide you some strength to heal faster." She lifts up the tray filled with that salivating tasty food. My lungs took in that satisfying smell.
As I got closer, following her, she had more meaty dishes decorating the table.
"How did you manage in such a short time?" I asked dumbfounded.
She quirked up a sassy smile. God!! I Love Her!
I gave her a spectacle look. "Wait. Since how long was I down for?"
She put aside her apron, and casually says, "you were asleep for around 13 to 14 hours or so. Feeling better now?"
This much sleep is more than I can afford!
I already lost too much, But that doesn't have to ruin her mood as well. She is barely holding herself, there is sadness and hope alive behind those sparkling orbs. "Great!" I hugged her tight, pressing her head onto my chest, she went rigid. "Go and put on some clothes first." She smack me away lik a fly, getting back to serving a lot many plates than we both need all red faced. "Why so many?" Stopping the chuckle, I asked,
"The other guys outside are hungry too. Invite them in for me please." She says getting back to her business, I sober up. What? "And please put on something" she hurries back the counter, like this is the very normal.
"Why? They are well fed. You just pay attention to me!" She stops. And the expression that followed had me cringed.
She. Is. Mad.
