Opening Up To Her

(Karsten)

Arata was curled up with me. Her head rested on the seat while her feet were in my lap. I covered her body with a fur blanket, keeping her warm. 

My hands massaged her tired feet. She had been wearing heels all day, although we had kept the heels short because of her pregnancy; her feet were swollen like melons now. 

She wasn't sleeping, just had closed her eyes. 

I turned my head and stared out the window. The night had spread its inky wings. 

Her hand reached out and touched my thigh as she softly asked, "Do you want to talk about it?" 

The tips of my thumbs rubbed against the sole of her feet. As much as I wanted to protect her from these harsh realities of life, they were part of our daily lives. She was going to be subjected to more of these as our lives progressed. 

"He shouldn't have come where he wasn't needed. He should have died in that jail. I have ensured he won't disrupt our lives any further."