One and Only

Chapter Six

Thirty minutes later she was out of the shower, dressed and ready for a run. "Gimme kiss," Desai said as she hugged Thomas then kissed him deeply. "I really could get used to this."

"Are you sure you're okay to go for your run?" Tom asked concerned.

"Best way to get rid of cramps is to exercise. Catch me if you can," she called out grinning at the expression on Tom's face as she took off from the house, jogging slowly, to begin with and then picking up speed as her body warmed and loosened up.

"Well, bugger me," he whispered to himself as he watched her take off. He could tell she was in some pain but whether or not it was from their lovemaking he had no clue. Desai was a soothing balm in more ways than one to his scared and scarred heart. Yeah, but what's mum going to say about all those bruises? They were not there yesterday and mum had seen her then. Desai, I hope you have some good makeup, love. I love you, you marvelous woman!

He looked down at Bobby as the animal placed his paws on Tom's leg, "Hey, there. How about we make Desai a true Full English breakfast? Do you think she'd like that?" There was just something about Desai that made him want to do things for her, cook for her. That made him want to do anything, everything just to keep her by his side. Making her breakfast was just one thing he wanted to do with her. For her. He wanted to take her on trips, show her the things he had seen. Desai was perfectly divine; yet with imperfections making her perfectly perfect in every way he had ever imagined. Or wanted.

Bobby woo-wooed.

"I agree," Tom said. He began the preparations as he made himself handy in the kitchen. He smiled as he dialed Desai's number about twenty minutes later, smiling as she answered a little breathless, "Hello, Sweetheart."

"Hello, love. How do you like your eggs?"

"Over medium. Shit!" I hissed.

"What is the matter, love? Are you hurt?"

"No. Thomas, there's a shitload of reporters outside the house. Don't go outside," she said hanging up. She turned around zipping the hoodie all the way up and throwing the hood over her head.

As if I didn't have enough shit to deal with today! She thought as she looked around for an escape route.

She ducked into the alley that separated her property from the house next to it and behind hers. She climbed up and over the privacy wall without much trouble and in the process of landing twisted her ankle slightly. She hobble-walked to the sliding kitchen door. It was locked. She knocked. Thomas jumped. Bobby barked. She burst out laughing as Thomas dropped the two eggs he was holding onto the floor and before he could do anything Bobby had the mess cleaned up; shells and all. 

"Where the Bloody Hell did you come from?!" he bellowed.

"My mama." She grinned cheekily, as he opened the door. "I was not about to wade through that circus out there looking like this!" She smiled at the face he made, then laughed at his expression when she told him, "I climbed over the back wall. That's why I'm limping. I landed wrong." She looked around him, wiggling her fingers towards the stove, "Are those supposed to smoke like that?"

"Oh, for fucks sake!"

She laughed and shook her head, "I'm off to the shower. Again."

Forty minutes later, the bruises that Tom had left the night before were covered with makeup. As she dressed, she pulled on her black tights then wrapped her ankle in a light ace bandage, put on her flat heeled knee high lace up boots to help brace it, a dark blue mini-skirt, and a black fitted button down with a light blue and white fringed gauzy infinity scarf.