It Started With Counting Numbers....

Chapter Five

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Waking up in your lover's arms without the voices screaming at you is the best way to wake up. Instead of the usual snow covering the windows, rain was pelting down on the house, and thunder was grumbling out in the distance.

I shifted a little bit so that my face was facing the cold air instead of being in the warm skin of the crook of his neck. Jack shifted too, and hugged me into him tighter.

"How are you doing, Lexi?" Jack asked as he planted a kiss on my forehead.

"Better." I smiled. "Do the thing." I said as his fingers began to run up and down on my back.

Jack traced little hearts and stars all over my back, and I'd occasionally push a kiss against his neck or shoulder. We both began to doze a little.

I didn't quite fall asleep; I was in that stage where I heard everything but payed no attention. The stage where I'd begin to see little dream-visions, but something such as thunder or Jack's soft snore would push the dream away. Jack's fingers didn't stop tracing my back, not even when he was asleep. Instead of tracing stars and hearts though he just rubbed my back up and down. A new dream flooded my vision, and I let it take me to wonderland.

When I awoke next, it was still raining. Jack and I changed positions, for I was the little spoon and Jack was the bigger spoon. His arms were tightly secured around my waste, and his legs intertwined with mine.

Smiling to myself, I found his hands and locked our fingers. Jack smiled against my back and pulled me into his chest a little more. I smiled brighter and ignored the soft whisper of the voices coming on.

"Hey, sugar,"

"Sugar?" I giggled.

I felt Jack shrug and smile again. We both stayed there for a little longer. The voices of course got louder, crowding my thoughts and yelling at me.

"I need to get my meds." I said. Jack rolled out of bed and onto his feet. I simply stood up and walked over to my bag. Jack was already organizing my meds in his hand and handed them to me, along with the glass of water by his bed.

"What if I make us breakfast? Scrambled eggs and toast, maybe orange juice or tea?" Jack smiled as I popped the pills in my mouth. I took them back and pushed out Maxx's shout for me to stop taking them.

"That sounds rad." I smiled. Jack grabbed me, pulled me close, and kissed my lips.

I set my hands on his shoulder and neck while he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer. Our chests touched, but I was a little shorter than he was, so I had to lean up a little.

When he pulled away, he hugged me.

"I wanted to know it was real." He shrugged.

We both walked down the stairs and into the soft glow of the kitchen. Jack pointed at a chair that he wanted me to sit in, and began to get out the stuff to make our breakfast.

Smiling, Jack pulled out two cans of AriZona Iced Tea, then slid one across the counter to me.

I popped the tab and thought of the girl at school again. She always has one at lunch, and at the small gigs her and her friends play.

Jack began to get out the things to make our breakfast, while I took a new round of anxiety pills because of the storm.

"You okay, darling?" Jack asked as he turned from the oven.

I smiled and nodded, sitting criss-cross. Jack turned to the oven and hummed some blink 182. I looked out the window at the snow melting into the streets, and the big trucks dropping salt on the road.

The house began to smell really good. Jack got blue plates and silver forks out of different places. I smiled over at him when he looked up I gave a small wave.

Soon, we were both eating next to one another. Jack would brush our legs together, or lovingly nudge me in the shoulder.

When I was done, I took Jack's plate and set them both in the black dishwasher. Jack wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest.

"You look cute in the kitchen, but better in my arms." Jack chuckled as he kissed my head.

We both walked to the living room and sat on the couch. Jack pulled me into him and gently stroked my hair.

I smiled and planted a kiss on his jaw. Jack smiled and pulled me about lip level.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked softly.

I nodded and gently pushed my lips into his. The kiss was soft and loving; not demanding and rough. His lips gently worked on mine that created a feeling so special I never wanted to let him go.

The rest of the day, we cuddled, watched movies, played a few board games, did a couple of puzzles, and of course, I spent the night again in Jack's arms. The Saturday was well spent.