Divisions

Epilogue- Part 2

Three months later

Natalia

"Morning, my love," he whispered in my ear, kissing my neck, gently grabbing me by my waist.

I smiled, turning around and kissing him, deeply. Even as we spent more time together, each kiss was still more breathtaking than the last and every touch still left me breathless.

"Morning, Jarred," I smiled, looking up at him.

The morning light hit his face, his blue eyes illuminating ever so slightly, reminding me just how beautiful he was.

He grinned, examining me as his hands stayed on my waist. 

"I love you," I said, the most natural thing in the world, as we stood staring at our reflection in the mirror.

"I love you," he replied, kissing my forehead.

"Do I look okay?" I asked, as I gently stepped aside to let him see my outfit.

I was wearing a dark blue dress, trying to dress as formal as possible for our first official meeting with JSAA as delegates.

"You look delicious, as always, Nat," he laughed. "And me?"

I eyed his suit, dangerously close to wanting to kiss him, for how handsome he looked. He wore a crisp black suit, and he always seemed to look more gorgeous, his jaw more defined, when he wore formal clothes.

"I think you know what I think," I said, a smile on my face.

He chucked again, moving closer and kissing me again.

"You're lucky I haven't put my lipstick on, yet" I taunted, shaking my head. "You know what; I think I'll leave it, till when we're in the car,"

"You don't need make-up to look divine, Natalia, You could just let me kiss you 'til we get there" he murmured, his tone sincere, as I turned to look at myself in the mirror.

I grinned again, as he held my waist in the mirror. I looked at the two of us in the mirror again pleasantly surprised by how easily and naturally we fitted together.

He was so beautiful, to the point that, months ago, when we had met, it had hurt me to look at him. I always felt surprised that someone like him was with me, but also glad to be his and for him to be mine. He was constantly surprising me every day, with talents I never knew he had. I only had just learnt that he was an avid reader of the Harry Potter novels, and that he happened to be able to play piano.

"Are you nervous for the meeting?" I asked, as he looked in the mirror.

He nodded. "I think I need to unwind a little," he smiled gently, turning to the polished piano in the left corner of the room.

He played a piece, my favorite piece of all the ones he had played for me. As I walked towards the piano to hear him, I remembered when he had first told me he knew how to play piano. I could not believe him until I saw him, and then he had played, the song so full of emotion that it had caused me to cry. Once he was done playing, he turned to see me crying and kissed the tears away. Like he always was able to do.

He was now playing that exact song, and did not fail to move me to tears again as the passion flowed out of the piece and from his fingers. Ever since I'd met him, I'd had a starling ease with tears, one I'd never had before, before I'd even known to let down my walls, to allow myself to feel.

"Oh, Nat..." he began, wiping tears out of my eyes again.

"I'm sorry," I said, my laughter teary. "It just reminds me of..."