One Foot In & One Foot Out

Chapter 21.2

When the morning came both Jael and Davin were fast asleep snuggled against each other. Her back to his broad chest and his left arm draped over her waist, chin resting on the "L" shape of her shoulder. The both of them warm, content, and at peace.

When Jael shifted, Davin felt it, waking him up. He kissed her dimpled cheek waking her up and causing her to smile up at him.

"Good morning Handsome," she says.

"Good morning pretty Lady."

"What are you feeling like for breakfast?"

"I don't know. Dealer's choice?"

"Waffles it is then!"

Davin laughed at her quick decision like she had already had it made up in her mind that they were eating waffles. Asking him was just a formality and her way of being polite.

They both rose from the bed and Davin headed to take a quick shower while Jael walked to the kitchen to start the predetermined waffles.

She was just finishing up the food (which consisted of waffles, brown sugar bacon, and scrambled eggs) when Davin came into the kitchen grinning.

"Mmm, this smells great. A breakfast fit for a king," he says.

"So you're a king now? I could've sworn you were a prince," she says teasing him.

"Oh, baby in my house I AM a king. Outside of it, yes, I am a prince," he says laughing.

Jael sets their two plates on the kitchen bar and gets orange juice out of the fridge to go along with their breakfast. She says a prayer for her food and when she opens her eyes, she sees Davin smiling at her.

"What?" She asks him curious.

"You very religious?"

"Not as strong as I should be."

"Same. I mean, I'm spiritual and believe in God, obviously, but organized religion has never really been my thing. I guess it's just a bit easier for me since I'm closer to God than a human."

"I get that, and that's very cool by the way. Also, the fact that you said that so nonchalantly is tripping me out. I'm not a heathen or anything, however, I know I am not a saint either. I know I am not as practicing as I should be. I don't read my Bible as often as I should, and I know that's wrong of me."

"We tend to make time for the things that are the most important to us."

"Yeah, I just need to fix what I'm doing with my time and get my priorities back in order."

He nods and they sit in a comfortable silence for a period of time while they enjoy their waffles while listening to each other breathe and swallow food. A couple of times Davin heard Jael happy sigh while she was eating her well-made Belgian waffles.

"Mmm!" Jael says suddenly like she is just remembering something, "I've been meaning to ask you."

"About?"

"Your tattoos. Both you and Damien. Now that I think about it, Daisy has them too. I guess I never paid attention to hers. What's the deal with them? They move and they change every once in a while."

Davin smiles. He was wondering when Jael would ask him about them. He noticed that she would always admire and run her fingers over them. He was just waiting for her to speak up.

"Yeah, my brother, sister, and I have these tattoos on our arms. Full sleeves and a few partially on the neck for Damien, full sleeves for me, and Daisy has two half sleeves. The placements symbolize our ranks and the tattoos themselves; they are memories from the souls we reap. Every time we reap a soul, something that was important to them becomes etched into our skin until another soul's special memory takes its place. Basically, a constant reminder of what our job is."