Isabella
I probably slept throughout the night smiling and chuckling to myself. Last night wasn’t a dream, it was a confession from Tristan that gave me the reassurance I needed. I say on the bed, as I woke up staring at my window. The rays of sunlight that got into my room were beautiful. It was a Sunday morning, and from the way I was feeling it was going to be a great day.
I yawned and stretched my body a bit, before going out of the room for a cup of water. I got downstairs and walked straight to the kitchen clad in my silky lace short nightgown as I rushed to the fridge for a bottle of water. I picked one out of the fridge and drank from it before closing it with its cap.
I held the bottle of water from its cap and started to leave when Tristan was coming downstairs, pressing his phone. My heart skipped as he took each step, getting further closer to me. He finally lifted his head, and took his gaze away from his phone, when his eyes caught mine, and a big smile appeared on his lips.
“Good morning,” he said even before he got to the final step on the stairs. I just stood there staring at him, unable to say a thing.
“You look cute,” He whispered in my ears and I felt shivers. My body shuddered immediately. I blinked my eyes, trying to recover from all of that as he stood in front of me smiling when suddenly he kissed me on the forehead and pulled me to his chest in a hug. I stood there stunned, while he wrapped his hands around my waist, and the bottle of water fell off my hands, making a loud thud when he finally pulled away and held my shoulders staring at me in shock.
“Muffin,” He called out, but I was still too stunned to say a word.
“Are you okay?” He asked and shook my shoulders, bringing me back to reality, while I nervously nodded my head before saying a “yes” to him.
“Okay, come sit,” He said still unsure, as he gently pulled me to the living room, making me sit on the sofa.
“Are you sure you’re fine?” He asked concerned.
“Yes I’m alright,” I said sweetly, as I had already recovered from all of the heart racing.
“Okay,” He smiled and sat beside me…
“Did you sleep well?” He asked, I looked at him and I nodded my head.
“Did you sleep well?” I threw back at him, and he chuckled.
“I had dreams of you, so yes,” He responded, while I laughed.
“Dreams?” I looked quizzical and he nodded.
“What kind of dreams?” I furrowed my brows at him.
“Something you don’t want to know,” he barely looked at me and I stifled a laugh.
“Did you have a sex dream about me,” I pointed my fingers at him, already laughing. His face looked kinda flushed by what I said. Making me feel like my suspicions were right.
“No,” He didn’t look at me, and I chuckled.
“My face is in this direction,” I moved closer to him and turned his face to my direction staring vividly at him.
“So? Did you? Or did you not?” I gave him a small glare.
“Did not?” I huffed at his response refusing to believe what he said.
“Don’t buy your response, at all” I told him.
“Not asking you too,” He said confidently, and I raised my finger in the air and said nothing further.
“Fine. I believe you,” I lied. “So tell me about this dream,” I added almost immediately and he looked at me with shock.
“You’re crazy, it’s a private dream,” He said and stood on his feet, walking out of the living room, while I hastily followed behind him.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“To make a protein shake,” He said and opened the kitchen cupboard.
“I want one too,” I put my mouth, staring at him. While he chuckled.
“You think that’s going to work on me,” He laughed, while I kept following him around until he made one for me.
*After what seems. Like forever, I was back from the gym with Tristan. We didn’t spend too much time there and just worked out. We rushed to take our bath and come down for breakfast. I was in my room, already dressed in a tank top and gray joggers when Tristan knocked on my door.
“Come in,” I said still sitting in front of my vanity. He pushed the door open and walked into the room staring at me. He wore a blue half-zipped funnel neckline long sleeve, layered with a beige smart pant. He looked gorgeous.
He walked closer to where I was while I stared at him from the mirror in front of me. My hair dryer was already plugged into the sockets, and I was about to dry my hair when he walked in.
“What are you doing?” He stood right behind me, his hands on my shoulders while he stared at me from the mirror, and I did the same too.
“Trying to dry my hair,” I quiver a bit. My hair comb in one hand and my hair dryer in the other.
“Let me help you with that,” He said and collected the hair dryer from my hands. He turned it on, and immediately the hot air hit my skin, I shuddered.
He blew on my hair carefully, his hands brushing through my hair gently. I gasped at various instances, while he seemed to pay more attention to my hair than to me, as I noticed from the mirror staring at him. We stayed like that for a few minutes until my hair was finally dry.
“Thank you,” I collected the hair dryer from him and placed it on my vanity table. He took a step backward but smiled at me as I brushed my hair until I was done.
“You’re ready for breakfast?” He asked and I nodded.
“Let’s go,” He grabbed my hands and pulled me to himself, as we both walked out of my room, heading to the dining room.
*
We were done eating breakfast, and right now I was in the living room with Tristan, and we were both staring at the television, not paying attention to what was being displayed on the screen.
“Muffin,” he came out and I turned my head staring at him.
“Can I ask you a question,” he looked at me seriously, and I felt nervous.
“Go on,” I said to him.
“Do you have a favorite flower?” I looked at him confused.
“What?” He asked.
“You almost gave me a fright with that serious look,” I playfully glared at him, while he crossed his legs and completely turned right to stare at me, chuckling.
“So? What is it?” He inquired.
“Tulips,” I smiled at him.
“Not roses?” He looked kinda shock.
“Nope. It’s tulips,” I giggled.
“That’s impressive,” he said with a smile.
“Why? Because I didn’t say roses?” I folded my arms and stared at him.
“Yes, that’s why muffin,” He said and we both smiled.
“Why do you call me muffin?” I wasn’t sure if I was going to get a response from him, but I asked anyway.
“Why do I call you muffin?” he repeated and sighed, almost as if he was in a deep thought, which almost made me groan.
“Cause I find you irresistibly cute and delicious,” He smirked, and I swear I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.
“Pervert,” I muttered, but wasn’t sure if he heard me.
“You could just say it to my face,” I heard him say, and I immediately felt embarrassed while he laughed.
“Plus I’m not some food, you can eat or find delicious,” I turned and glared at him with my index finger also pointing at him.
“You want to find out?” He immediately grabbed my index finger, taking me by surprise as he pulled me towards himself, leaving us just inches about.
“You want to find out if I can eat you? Or if I find you delicious?” He asked, and stared at my eyes, then down on my lips. My chest rose and fell, as my breathing hastened in that moment.
He brought his face closer to mine as if he was going to kiss me, while I immediately closed my eyes, my lips ready for the moment only for him to whisker into my ears.
“All you’ve got to do is ask me to eat you,” He broke out, and immediately my eyes widened upon hearing that. I instantly pulled away from his hold and gave him a light hit on his shoulders.
“Pervert,” I said audible, and glared at him.
“Only for you muffin, only for you,” He smiled at me, leaving me stunned and pissed by his response.
We spent the rest of the day just talking to each other and enjoying each other company. It was the peak for me, and it felt like I was floating in the air until it was evening time, and the doorbell rang.
I rushed to the front door wondering who it was, as I opened it. And there he stood, looking fit and healthy like I remembered from the first time I had seen him.
“Grandfather,” I called happy and surprised by his visit.
“Isabella,” he called warmly, and I smiled.
“How have you been?” I said as I helped him walk to the living room. I could tell he wasn’t here for me and probably had something important to talk to Tristan about.
“I’ll go get Tristan,” I told him as I helped him to one of the sofas.
“How have you been? How is Tristan?” He asked me. I couldn’t tell if he was asking about our well-being or was just asking about the marriage. I didn’t understand what he meant, but just smiled at him and turned around to fetch Tristan when he was already approaching us.
“How have you been doing?” Tristan added while hugging his grandfather which was such a wholesome thing to watch, before leaving the living room for them.
I stayed in the kitchen and I could hear their voices a bit.
“So you’re telling me to fight them,” I heard Tristan say.
“You have time to decide, and I’m hoping you win,” I heard Grandpa’s voice faintly.
“You have made the conditions already, now you are cheering me on, and claiming to root for me?” I could tell from the way Tristan sounded, he wasn’t happy.
“Son, do not back down, nobody knows the job better than you do,” Grandfather said.
“That’s so reliving to hear,” I heard the walking stick of grandfather made noises.
“Think about it first, okay” He added, and when I turned around I saw him in the hallway, already leaving.
“Aren’t you going to stay for dinner?” I rushed to him and asked.
“Maybe some other time,” He smiled at me, and I walked him to the door.
“Take care of yourself, sir,” I said to him, as he got into the car, while I stood at the front porch seeing him off.
“Tristan?” I called out, a bit worried as I rushed to the living room, where I saw him pacing around in deep thoughts.
“Are you okay?” I asked calmly staring at him, while he sighed and walked towards my direction.
“Can I get a hug?” He looked downcasted, and before I responded to that I oukked him into my warm embrace.
“Everything is going to be fine,” I whispered in his ears, still hugging him tightly…