〰 Take a redhead that uses her assets to get her way in business, a curly nanny who believes in true love, a dark-haired, drop-dead gorgeous stripper and you've got a curved t(h)reat.
Then add a nerdy personal trainer, a tall, dark and handsome bo...
I look at her from the corner of my eye, watching her smile grow wider as soon as the ocean comes into view. Her true self is shining through as the sun kisses her beautiful ginger hair, the wind pulling at it, battling for her attention too.
Her green eyes show nothing but pure joy right before she lets go of my hand, takes her shoes off, and starts running towards the water. Her giggles make my heart skip a beat and I quickly snap a picture of her.
Looking up at the sky, I ask my mom for help; please let her always be this happy and free. Even if it's not with me.
She splashes into the water, not caring about getting her dress wet and smiling from ear to ear.
I'm going to do my very best to make sure she has relaxed fun these three days at the coast. She deserves it. Needs it. And I feel honored to be allowed to witness it.
She comes running back and throws herself into my arms. I twirl around, lifting her up as she looks into my eyes and lets out a happy scream. I chuckle and put her down. "Someone's happy here."
She sits down in the sand and sighs happily, breathing in the salty air. "I am happy. You have no idea. It's like the sea takes my worries away from me. And I love the fresh air. You probably think I'm crazy though."
"Yes, I think you're crazy beautiful."
She looks surprised for a second and then smiles at me, "Thank you."
We get up and she grabs my hand as we make our way back to the hotel. We greet the receptionist and I walk her to her room.
She seems to hesitate in front of her door and looks into my eyes. "Noah? Could you help me figure out some of the classes they offer here? I tried making sense of it all earlier but I'm not sure about all the yoga levels. And I don't want to end up in one of those running classes either."
She opens the door to her room and invites me in.
I follow her inside and look at all the folders and the schedule spread out on the bed.
She looks a bit embarrassed and says: "I don't want to laze about. I want to try different things and see what suits me. But it's all so confusing."
I smile at her, "Just tell me what you would like to do and I'll find the class that matches it for you."
She walks over to her suitcase in the corner as she takes her wet dress off before turning around to me in her underwear, the matching set I admired this morning when she put it on; a petrol lace bra and a lace thong in the same color.
She sits up against the headboard of the bed and wiggles her toes, "I want to learn to relax better. Get closer to the true me. And clear my head. But at the same time, I would like to find something that helps me get rid of my frustration and anger."
I start looking over the schedule and grab the pen and notepad she used to try and make sense of everything. I turn the page and start writing; lunchtime beginner meditation lesson, afternoon Hatha session, and restorative yoga in the evening. I set up a schedule for the other two days too and hand her the piece of paper.
She looks it over with a smile on her face, "That looks good. Thank you. Are you joining me for any of these?"
I smirk and say: "I'll definitely be at the power yoga session tomorrow, the Bikram one the day after and I'll probably join the restorative ones too. They are a wonderful way to relax at the end of the day.
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I see something in his eyes, he's amused about something and I know he's not going to tell me.
I smile at him, "Are you on a tight schedule these three days?"
He shakes his head, smiling back at me. "No, I don't have to attend anything today. I have to be at the power yoga session tomorrow and the Bikram one the day after. Other than that I can do whatever I want."
"I guess the beginner meditation lesson is too easy for you, right?"
"It is. But if you want me to join you, I will."
I look into his hazel eyes and I know he means it. I wonder how much of this trip was ever about him. He makes me feel relaxed and calm. And he knew I needed this.
But I have no clue what I'm doing here. "So how do you prepare for meditation?"
He seems to think about it for a bit before he speaks. "Take a bath. Relax. Write thoughts and worries down."
That's an excellent idea. I'm here to figure out what I want after all. I don't really want to kick him out, but I could use some time alone.
He gets up and walks towards the door. "Relax Ama. I'll come and get you when it's time for your meditation class. I'll walk you there and if you don't want me to join, feel free to say so."
I watch him walk out and breathe out slowly.
I was worried it would be awkward or that he would expect things of me. But on the drive over he made clear that he wants me to do what's best for me. He actually said he only wanted to be with me if I chose him with all my heart. And when I looked into his hazel eyes I knew he meant every word. He's a special one.
I get up from the bed and walk into the bathroom to fill the bath. I turn the taps and make sure the temperature is just right.
My eyes fall on the basket filled with small bottles on the floor next to the tub, kneeling down to read the names on the labels. I smile when I read the name on the blue bottle; 'Ocean Breeze', adding it to the bathwater I inhale the fresh, calming scent.
I walk back into the bedroom to grab the notepad and pen and put them on the chair next to the bath. After a deep breath, I slide into the welcoming bubbles floating on top of the water in the tub. Sliding deeper as I close my eyes, feeling my muscles relax when the water wraps me in a warm embrace.
I feel the worries leave my mind and enjoy this moment of nothingness, coming up for air soon after. I used to do this a lot as a kid but I pushed my limits back then, waited till the black spots appeared in the back of my brain on the brink of losing consciousness.
Watching the water flow down my boobs as I sit up I think about my childhood.
Was I ever really happy?
My brain quickly provides me with an answer to that question; yes.
I see a cute, black girl on a swing, smiling wide as her black curls wave along with her movements. On the swing next to her sits a chubby, red-cheeked girl, freckled pale skin, wide grin, and her ginger hair swaying in the wind as she tries to swing higher than her best friend.
That's happiness.
That's love.
And it has been from the very start.
Unconditionally.
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