I woke up in his arms which held me close to him. I could feel his steady heartbeat, soft snores and the gentle way in which his chest rose up and down against me.
I traced my fingers against his eyebrows, stubble and finally his soft lips.
The way his eyebrows would quirk up when I give him a death stare for burning the pancakes.
The way his stubble tickles me when he kisses my neck.
The way his lips moulded perfectly against my own.
I was in love with all of it.
His eyes fluttered open when I stroked his lips. His dark brown eyes stared into my soul, igniting every single nerve within me.
"Good morning beautiful!" He brushed my hair back and kissed my forehead.
I smiled and rose up to give him a light morning kiss. Just as I was about to pull back his arms encircled my waist and brought me back to bed. His lips captured mine once again, gently nibbling my lips. His lips traveled to my neck, his stubble brushing my throat causing me to laugh.
He lifted his head up and smiled at me, a sad smile.
"I love hearing your laugh. I wish I could hear your voice, Bailey. Even if it's only once."
One day you will, Andrew. I placed my palm against his warm bare chest, his heartbeat racing up. Pushing him gently, he rolled aside giving me space to get off the bed.
*°*
I was busy preparing breakfast for the both of us while Andrew was typing away on his laptop. After having our breakfast we got ready for work.
Andrew as usual was struggling with his necktie.
When are you going to learn to tie it? I shook my head and snatched the tie from him and tied it perfectly around his neck.
"Why do I need to learn it when I have an amazing wife who would do it for me?" He said while stealing a kiss from me. I smacked his head and motioned him to get the car out of the garage.
*°*
I glared at my husband while applying my lipstick again because someone couldn't control himself.
He snorted and said "Be glad you have a man who would ruin your lipstick and not your mascara."
Fair enough. He had a point.
I didn't know what happened next. I saw a truck coming in the opposite direction of our car. Andrew tried to swerve but it was too late.
*°*
Ambulance
Sirens
Andrews cries, "Stay with me baby, please, I need you..."
"Andrew.."
*°*°*°*
"Doctor, how is my wife?" A shattered Andrew who had scratches across his face, neck and arms asked. He refused to get treated unless he knew his wife was safe. His shirt was stained with both of their blood.
"I'm sorry sir. We did everything we could. But we couldn't save either of them."
Andrew sank to the floor, crying his heart out remembering the way his wife pronounced his name for the first and the last time, regretting his own words.
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