Ridian
When Cilla settled into bed next to me, I felt tempted to reach over and pull her close but was somehow able to resist the temptation. I was tired of fixing things. If she wanted the silent treatment, I would give it to her. After all, she was the one who barely showed any happiness after knowing that I was back home. I was beginning to think that she wanted me gone. But hell, that was my pack. There was no way I would abandon it for long. If she didn’t want to see my face, she could leave. I could survive without her, after all.
Before she came into the room, I had been about to sleep but now that she was lying right next to me, it was almost impossible to get any sleep, especially since a certain part of my body had decided not to listen to the rational thoughts coming from my mind. It wanted what it wanted and not even my stubbornness was going to stop it. I decided to wait it out since I didn’t want to cave and be the one to make the first move. I was pretty sure Cilla wasn’t doing any better in the sleep department because she kept tossing and turning.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my thigh. It was a warm, soft hand caressing my inner thigh softly. Clearly, Cilla wasn’t planning on making things easier for Ridian junior. I decided to lay on my back with my hands closed. Cilla’s hand moved upwards until it found what it was looking for. My breath hitched as it moved expertly, making me feel sensations that were mind-blowing. I wanted to stop her but I failed miserably, before deciding to let her be in full control.
After sometime, she threw the covers aside and straddled me before sliding herself onto my shaft. If there was something my luna was an expert at, it was riding a man. She was so damn good I couldn’t help but open my eyes to see her do it. I loved how her body moved on top of me. A few minutes later, we both came and she collapsed on top of me before moving away. We had enough experience to know that sex doesn’t always fix things. And it didn’t. We cleaned ourselves in silence and fell asleep on different sides of the bed.
I woke up first and stared at my beautiful luna for a very long time. She looked so sweet and peaceful while she slept. No one would believe she was the same person who had killed all those rogues. Even in her sleep, she looked quite sad. The more I watched her, the more I realized how much she needed me. I knew that although she sometimes looked tough, she was hurting.
Her siblings were gone and I wasn’t sure she was going to ever bounce back to normal without knowing where and how they were. It was killing her, and that pain was one of the reasons she was pushing me away. I realized I needed to be kinder to her. She was going through pain I couldn’t imagine and it was not fair for me to act fed up of her.
I jumped off the bed and went to the kitchen. I found Sarah already there so I dismissed her and went to wash my hands before continuing from where she had left off. I made a banana, caramel stuffed toast for Cilla before making myself some eggs, bacon and sausages. I made strong coffee for both of us. When I was done, I placed her breakfast, plus some condiments on a tray and took it to the bedroom ready to surprise my sleeping beauty. i had not cooked for her since we got married yet I knew how to.
Placing the tray on the table, I went to wake her up. She opened her eyes after I tapped her.
“Good morning,” she said. She lifted her head and looked around. Her eyes settled on the breakfast tray. She smiled.
“For you,” I said.
On any other day, she would have squealed and probably hugged me tight, smiling from ear to ear. But, not that day. She just smiled, a small smile that did not reach her ears. She was glad that I made the effort, maybe happy but she was not feeling generally happy. Although I tried to understand, I couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
“Thank you so much,” she said, sitting up straight. “Did you cook?”
I nodded, smiling a little.
“I didn’t know you could cook,” she said. “Now I want to taste the food more than ever.”
“All yours,” I said and got up from the bed. I went and brought the food to her. She dug in.
“Tastes so good,” she said, her mouth full of my delicious food.
I felt somewhat happy seeing the little happiness my food was giving her. As I watched her eat, I thought of more ways to make her happy. I knew that it was the little things that mattered a lot to Cilla because she was a deep soul. When she was done, I took the dishes and went to have my own breakfast which had gone cold. It tasted good, and I realized I missed my own cooking.
When I was younger, I used to cook with my father who loved it. He never cooked for anyone else though. Whenever he cooked, it was all for him. My father was so traditional he’d never be caught cooking for his wife like I was doing. Eating my own food reminded me of him and that made me nostalgic. That’s the problem with emotions. They make you weak.
I was about to finish my breakfast when the door to the bedroom opened and Cilla stepped out. My breath hitched when I saw the breathtaking beauty standing in front of me in the living room.
She was wearing very short shorts, and I could see most of her curvy long legs. She was wearing a long and baggy t-shirt while carrying a backpack on her back.
“Where are you going?”
“To the forest. Brody is going to train me.”
I hated that I was jealous of my brother. Why did she have to dress like that when going to see him? I wanted to ask but I bit my tongue and held my anger in as she crossed the living room and went to open the door. What was she up to?