Chapter 6: Always prepared to lose him

I was so out of it that I woke up late the next morning, I sat on an empty bed. The sun was already shining bright behind the dark curtains.

That never happened before. The sun finding me asleep? Never in my life even when I lived with my parents.

"You are awake!" I heard Chris say as he entered the room and saw me still on the bed, disoriented.

"Mmh, morning Chris" I said kind of shocked to see him there.

"This is awkward" stated Chris and I agreed.

There was never a day when we were idle and had to interact with each other in the morning like that so, it was a new experience for us.

"I already sent my friend to excuse you to the teacher on duty. So, you are good to sleep in" He reported before dragging his feet to his side of the closet to undress his sweaty clothes.

"You came from your daily work out?" I asked as I took him in. Sweat pants, sweatshirt and sports shoes.

"No. I came from Kabiby's mini market..." He said his face in a full blooming grin. 'Praise me' 'praise me' was written from every part of his body.

"Wait...!" I halted him for a moment.

That's when it hit me. The whole room smell like sugar and eggs. He made the snacks and what was even shocking is how I slept through it all!

"You made the snacks? Did you even know...?" I started my twenty one questions and got interrupted by his chuckle coming to sit on the bed with a boxer and a towel on his shoulder.

"Relax, I saw your work notebook. It was one fifty for each and thank your lucky stars, you got one amazing, young and handsome apprentice for a husband" He said, grinning down at me like an idiot. My idiot.

"Ooh My God! You are so perfect!" I said throwing myself at him sweaty and all, where he embraced me while rubbing my undefined excessive curves.

"See? It wasn't that hard praising your husband, was it?" He teased, patting my back lovingly.

I snorted, pushing him away, walking to stand at the closet "Husband my *ss! More like a stinking toilet"

"What? I smell heavenly!" Exclaimed Chris with wide eyes after smelling himself.

"So, you were agreeing to my ethereal beauty, then?" He said as an after thought while checking out my butt.

Eyeing my whole body lustfully, I was only in a t-shirt, making me squirm self consciously.

"Wh...who...sa...said that?" I stuttered.

"You compared me to your butt, darling baby" He explained with a smirk.

"You are crazy!...Let me just go and wash up, first" I rolled my eyes before undressing the t-shirt on my body, right there in front of him.

Taking a towel from the rack, on my side of the closet and fold it on my body tightly.

"Can I at least come to wash you?" Asked Chris, eyes ablaze.

I did that to him. I don't know how but, He was attracted to me and me alone. That feeling that you get when you see that even the little things about you turns him on is the best there is.

"I'll rather you don't, Mr Cage" I said with a small smile.

"Well, I tried my luck" He said shrugging before carrying the bucket full of water to the bathroom with me coming right behind him with my toiletries.

"Thank you honey" I said with a toothbrush in my mouth.

"That's plain disgusting" He commented, scrutining his face for emphasis.

"And I love you too, sweets" I said happily running to the bathroom, leaving him at the door step shaking his head.

I didn't know when or how, he heated up the water but, I was grateful. For four years that I started living with him. He never ceased to amaze me.

He was just too much. He made me realize the words 'How can I live without you?' that others say, were true.

I was always prepared to lose him. I was never a believer of forever.

My mom died when I was five, I was then mistreated by my stepmom, Raped by my step brother, My Dad disowned me when I was fourteen and threw me out like I was trash just after he forced my fingerprint on the legal papers.

But, I was okay through all that because I had him.

What if someday he'd want to go and realize that it was all puppy love or that he got tired of our current life and wants to return to his luxurious lifestyle?.

How would I live through that?

He got looks, the attitude of a gentleman, the mind of a hustler, spoils to the max, faithful except when angry apparently, talented...And the list goes on.

And what do I have?

Excessive weight, Undefined body, unnecessary big fixer upper eyes, Socially awkward, a brat, Still unsure of my future career...and the list goes on.

'He may or may not stay with me for long but for the days he's still under my spell, I swear to treasure every second' I declared that in my head as I made my way out of the bathroom and he was there waiting with another towel to drape on my shoulders.

The whether was getting cold.

And I fell for him a thousand times more.

He took the bucket from me to fill it up with water for later. We are used to having problems with water supply.

"Are you done with your bath?" I asked him

"Ten minutes ago, the perks of not having too many curves" He teased and I laughed at that.

"Are you saying I'm fat?" I asked him, feigning seriousness. I like how he always blush and stutter whenever he's trying to placate me.

"Geez!...no! I was just... Beatrice, you know that you are fat...in fact we all know that! It's just...What was I saying again?" He asked after he lost even the core to my question. And I laughed. Blushing profusely.

"You called me fat" I pressed.

"You are fat" He confirmed with a fond gaze on his face.

"What?" I gasped, taken aback. That wasn't what I was expecting at all!

"...And beautiful, big bright brown eyes, bunny teeth, cute single cheek dimpled, hella smart... My wife"

"Go on and give me the shivers!" I said sarcastically with a shudder but I was touched. He never gets tired of reminding me that I was enough in his eyes. And that made me so happy.

"Don't just stand there, idiot. It's cold..., Go and get dressed inside, I'll be there in a sec" He told me still waiting for the bucket to get filled.