Isabella
“Go lay down, I’ll be here watching you sleep,” bi told him like he was a child, and did my hands in a shoo way like I was talking to a child.
“You did not just do that,” He chuckled and stared at my hands, but I did it again and he looked pissed.
“What? You wanted to be treated like a child, well I’m doing a pretty good job at that,” I shrugged my shoulders and winked at him but he just shook his head.
“Go to bed, shoo,” I said even now and waved my hands at him.
“You know that’s not how to do your job?” He stayed and sat on the bed while arranging the duvet on his body.
“What do you mean? Cause what I know is I’m doing it right,” I told him confidently.
“Well I’m not a kid, muffin,” He said…
“Good thing you know, so can I leave now?” I crossed my legs and looked at him.
“No, but I should be treated like an adult,”
“Oh, so you’re a kid who wants to be treated like an adult, “I chuckled because I found what I said very funny.
“So I’m listening,” I tell him, looking relaxed and hoping I could spite him even more so that he gets pissed off and send me away. A WIN for me…
“You could start by sitting down on the bed and not on the couch,” He stated
“And why would I do such an insane thing,” I folded my hands and rolled my eyes at him.
“Well because if you must know we are married and you should think of it like putting your husband to bed, like a good wife,” He teased and I scoffed at what he said.
But then realization hit me. This man was my husband, I forget that a lot and think he’s my boss. He is my boss but also my husband.
“Well, not happening, dear husband?” I clicked my tongue at him, and he chuckled.
“One point for me,” He said and I looked at him confused.
“We are not playing a game,” I quickly said.
“Yeah, but this is the first time you’ve acknowledged me,” he smiled and I rolled my eyes wondering why he felt sentimental over something that meant absolutely nothing to the both of us.
“So? Are you coming over, “he tapped the side of the bed where he lay and I scoffed at him.
“Nope, I think I prefer treating you like a child better,” I told him.
“Oh really and you promise to do your job well, ” he asked me.
“I always do a diligent job,” I said proudly.
“Then don’t forget the kiss on the forehead,” I could almost hear the sound of him chuckling from what he had just said. I was left astonished, I couldn’t find the words to speak, my brain had suddenly gone seize for a brief moment, and I didn’t know what to say or think.
“This man was definitely crazy? Cause how did he just create that context,” I thought looking at him cozy up like he was completely asleep.
“We were both joking, throwing tantrums, and just little old games till one of us won and the other was left to be the loser in defeat” It was a mind game and we both know it. But this, what he just did was crazy. How did he come up with that? How did he?” I thought still deep in my thoughts when I heard his voice.
“Are you coming to give me the kiss? Or do I start following you around ’cause I promise to do a pretty good job at that,” It was a direct threat, but one could tell that he wasn’t joking about it.
“I’m on it,” I said and rose on my feet, defeated walking over to the bed.
I bent over to him, and as he lay down facing the ceiling his eyes looked completely closed, causing me to release a deep breath. I rested my weight on the bed, as one of my knees crawled on it, with my two hands turned into a desk carrying my weight and resting on the softness of the bed. I dragged myself getting closer to him, telling myself to get on with it and just leave the room, that all of it would be over soon.
I brought my face closer to his, as I started to move to his face trying to keep my eyes open as they were forcing themselves to close.
I got closer to his face, and as I was about to place the kiss on his forehead, I immediately felt his hands on my arms, as he pulled me with force, causing me to lay on the bed shrieking in fear.
“Let’s just stay like this,” He snuggled into me, hugging me tightly, as I stayed uncomfortable on his chest, hearing his heartbeat and shaken by what he had said and done.
“I’m so uncomfortable,” I managed to say, but it came as merely a muffle.
“What did you say?” He asked between chuckles and immediately freed me from his tight hold.
“Just stay here,” He said holding onto the hem of my hoodie, and I looked at him with a glare.
“We are married after all, “he said and pulled the duvet covering my legs, while I sat upright still glaring at him.
“If you keep giving me that face, I’m going to kiss you muffin, and I don’t care what you think about me,” He said and my anger disappeared immediately and was replaced with a look of shock.
“Good girl,” He rubbed my hair, and I shuddered.
“Now, let’s just enjoy this even if it’s for ten minutes,” he sounded like a child, who had just received a hug from his mom, as he pulled me to himself making me lay on his chest.
He breathed out, the moment I stayed there quietly not saying a word. What could I say? Mr. Devil had given me one too many shockers today. He covered us with the duvet and I felt his body relax the moment he pulled me to himself from that breath he released.
I breathed out too but slowly, I didn’t want him to notice. But as we stayed there longer, I began to feel warm, it was like fuzzy or something but I felt something, and it was like I found comfort.
“Just ten minutes,” I whispered ignoring the fuzzy feeling going on with me. I got distracted, waiting that ten minutes would be up sooner when I found myself slowly falling into the darkness despite my effort to keep my eyes open.
“Damn Isabella…”