Kimora stayed quiet, not saying anything as she finished the bandage. She wrapped the throw blanket over her shoulders. She glanced back, looking the time and on the clock, sitting on the end table. The clock read 1:54 AM. She then looked back at me. "As long as you be safe and tell me everything. I mean it. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I want to be there for you."

I nodded, kissing her forehead. "Okay."

She smiled before it quickly faded away. She suddenly got up and rushed over to the bathroom. "Kimora?" I heard her beginning to puke and I sprang up from the bed, running into the bathroom. She was leaned over the toilet and I grabbed her hair, moving it away from her face as I rubbed her back.

Flushing the toilet, she grabbed some tissue, wiping her mouth. She leaned her head on the wall and I kneeled down beside her. "S-Sorry." She said shyly. I shook my head, moving my hand to rest on her stomach.

"You're fine. Did you eat something?"

She shook her head. "No, I just got flashbacks from that box... Jaxon, that was symbolizing that he's going to kill me."

"I won't let that happen," I reassured her. "If anything, he'll have to go through me to get you."

She smiled softly, fluttering her eyes shut. "You sound like a bodyguard."

"I am."

"You're a bodyguard, a king- what else are you?"

"I'm anything you want or need me to be, baby."

"How about... a big Captain Douche?"

I laughed, kissing her forehead. "Always."

"Now help me up, I need to brush my teeth."

"Yes, my lady."


When I woke up, Kimora wasn't here.

I immediately went into panic mode, leaping up from the bed. I checked our bathroom, her closet, the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, the guest room, the second bathroom. She wasn't anywhere. 

My heart drummed in my chest and I thought of all the possibilities. She could've taken Alex on his walk but, he was still laying in his dog bed so that possibility was knocked out.

"Alex, where is your mother?" I asked him and he tilted his head to the side in confusion.

Right. I'm asking my dog where she could be. I'm really losing my mind.


He must've slipped inside the house after we fell asleep and kidnapped her. Yet, I'm not that deep of a sleeper.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The front door opened and Kimora walked inside, holding a bag in her hand. "Oh. You're up. I went out and got some more bandages for your hand and-"

"Thank God!" I sighed in relief, engulfing her into a hug. "I was so worried. Why didn't you wake me up?!"

She stiffened before relaxing in my arms. "You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to bother you to come to the store. I left the note on your side of the bed. I thought you would've seen it."

I'm an idiot.

"Oh..." I stepped back taking a look at her. The first thing I noticed was her hair, it no longer ran down her back but, it was cut down to brush her shoulders. "Holy shit. You cut your hair!"

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