PART TWO OF THE SERPENT
✥The Rich Girl & Her Bodyguard ✥
She had first told me she loved me at 11:20 as my fingers were busy getting soaked by her. Those pretty coloured eyes begged a man who couldn't love to love her just as hard. Her rosy flushed...
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❦Blaise❦ Another bouquet...another apology...another skipping of the heart and another I love you scribbled in masculine cursive on a dainty piece of paper. It was just another day where I found flowers on my porch and another day where I picked them up and later let them wither away on my kitchen counter, hoping with their fading color I could also turn the image of him black and white in my heart.
I mean he wasn't the man I was angry at. He was becoming more and more like the man I wanted to love. He wasn't the man who had to protect me. He was the man who wanted to protect me. Octavio was becoming the man who actually loved me and I was scared. Scared that this love was just a skin he had grown and the moment it sheds, he would leave me all over again.
As I opened my wooden door leading to my porch, I met with my usual bouquet of red roses now settled on my porch table. No longer laying on my doorstep. Because he remembered how I no longer liked to bend over to grab them.
I grabbed the bouquet and started my way back to throw them onto the pile of my already growing pile of bouquets when I noticed there was no note attached like there usually was. With a heavy tongue, I searched through the flower buds only to come up with nothing.
He didn't write his I love you today.
Still holding onto the bouquet, I went back onto the porch where I had grabbed them from the porch table wondering if the note had somehow slipped out of the bouquet. And I still found nothing. Had he forgotten? Was he done? A thousand questions glittered my mind just as I felt a heavy kick from my belly. I sighed as I placed my hand over where I felt the kick and threw the bouquet onto the table, deciding to have a seat out on the porch to collect my thoughts.
"You don't like red roses?" I flinched as I heard him from behind me and turned around to see him pushing his curls out of his face that had grown a light golden hue from being grown out for so long.
When I didn't say anything, he slowly approached me with calculated steps as if I would run. I mean he wasn't wrong, lately, all I have wanted to do is run from him. Just run from him and roll up into myself where I didn't have to think about any of my bottled-up, stuffed-up emotions. Where I didn't have to accept the fact that I still wanted him to care about me. The part of me that still craved his whole being like my last breath.
He looked up at my face and then down at my hand that was placed over my swollen belly. My baby pink blouse with faint white butterfly patterns flowing over my bump softly.
"May I?" I didn't dare look up into his eyes and focused on catching my breath. Because my heart felt like it could jump out of my chest anytime so it could go fall in the arms of his. It was a traitor. Has been since day one when it came to Octavio.
His palm and his fingers cupped my chin before tilting my head so my eyes met his. Green, the type of green I no longer correlated to a vicious snake. But one that I now compared with a decorated green Christmas tree.
A faint hint of a smile blessed his face and I wanted to tell him that he needed to smile like that more because it made him look beyond beautiful to look at but like I had taught myself a while back, I bit back my tongue.
"May I touch her?" My eyebrows scrunched before I realized it was the baby he was referring to. He was very persistent on calling the baby a her that I found it amusing. And when his smile grew, I knew I had given away my inner amusement through my face.
"So?" He waited for me to answer and I glanced down at my belly before I looked back up at him without him having to teach me my way back.
"Go ahead," I answered as I dropped my palm from my belly. His tattooed one instantly replacing mine. And as if the baby knew who it was, it instantly kicked hard into the warmth of his palm.
His deep laugh of amusement filled the porch as he rubbed my belly softly and gently before looking back up at me.
"I love you." He whispered, making me skip that heartbeat that seems to lose its stepping everytime when he was involved.
When I didn't say anything, he smiled softly before pulling away his palm from my bump. I instantly wanted to grab his palm and place it back where it was but clenched my hands into fists to keep myself from doing so.
"Breathe Blaise." I didn't realize I was holding my breath until he pointed it out and I instantly inhaled and looked at him with tears in my eyes. Because it hurt having him at arms reach but not having the guts to keep.
"Baby," he said as if he it pained him to see me struggle with my emotions. He instantly pulled me into his embrace, pulling my face in the crook of his neck.
"We'll figure this out, I promise." He whispered as he stroked my back gently.
"I don't know if I want to," I whisper back as my tears soaked his black shirt.
"Then I'll wait until you want to even if that's forever." He said as I closed my eyes, for once wanting to fall asleep feeling somewhat content. Somewhat wondering if we were meant to be doomed from the very beginning.
