“Thank you for dinner” he whispered.
I could see the tension on his face beginning to ease as he lay there in the dark and silence of the bedroom. I leaned down and kissed him on the forehead, feeling tender towards my husband, and then began to stand up, but Grayson’s hand shot out and grabbed me by the arm as I hesitated.
“Don’t go” his voice was barely above a whisper now as I looked down upon him “stay.”
“You’re sick,” I said softly.
“Don’t go” he repeated, firmly, “just lie next to me. Your presence” he paused as I stared at him with bewilderment “it calms me” he admitted.
I slowly climbed into the bed, and Grayson gave a relieved smile, his eyes fluttering closed. I stayed silent. Within minutes his breathing had evened out and his soft snores were filling the room. He was asleep. His hand refused to let go of mine however and eventually all thoughts of needing to clean up the kitchen or do the dishes fled my mind as I took comfort in my husband next to me and my own eyes began to close, soothed by the warm body next to me and the soft sounds of his snores reaching my ears.
Grayson POV
Her touch is soothing and that soft smile of hers is enough to make your heart skip a beat. The care she shows is more than just that of an obligated wife, but that of a concerned friend and lover. As I awaken in the morning, I find my arm protectively over her, her silken hair cascading over my bare flesh, her soft snores filling the room. My migraine has faded and I take care not to awaken my wife, slowly sliding out of the bed and making slow steps to the bathroom where I hurry to shower and change, before heading down to the kitchen.
It’s still a mess from the night before. I can still smell the aroma of the homemade dinner she created, my mouth watering. This time, I want to do something for her. I begin to gather up the dishes, emptying the food off them and rinsing them off, before placing them into the dishwasher. I clean and wipe up the mess and wipe the table over, smiling wryly to myself. If anyone had told me that I would become this domesticated I would have thought they were making fun of me, but I enjoyed it. I wanted Flair to come down and see a clean kitchen. After all the effort she had put into dinner, she deserved it. I wanted to make breakfast but had to concede that when it came to preparing vegan food, I was not as knowledgeable as I would have liked.
I pressed the dial button. “Good Morning Mr Grayson” Timothy’s cheerful voice greeted me.
“Morning Timothy. I need you to organize some breakfast to be delivered to the house. Make sure some of it’s vegan for Flair” I instructed in a low voice “and some flowers as well. I’m going to be late coming into work today, push all my meetings to the afternoon.”
“I can do that sir” Timothy paused “How is your head feeling today?”
My voice was smooth “A lot better thank you. I will see you this afternoon” I repeated and quickly hung up.
I glanced towards the stairs, but there was no sign of Flair yet and I took the opportunity to grab my laptop and set it up in the living room, quickly logging on and beginning to take care of various emails as I awaited the food and flower delivery. I heard footsteps on the stairs and Flair slowly walked down, her hair damp and her clothes casual, her feet bare as she walked towards me with a bright smile on her face. I hastily shut the laptop down. I could get back to business later.
I stood up to greet her, crossing the room and planting a kiss on her cheek as she gave a gentle yawn. “Good morning sleeping beauty” I teased.
She gave a soft laugh “Good morning Grayson. How is your head?” she asked, craning her neck and trying to look at me while I towered over her.
I waved a dismissive hand at her “My head is fine, thanks to your nursing skills” I said indulgently.
She giggled. The sound of the doorbell made us turn.
“I should make us some breakfast,” Flair said, heading towards the kitchen.
“No need,” I said, halting her in her tracks, and heading towards the front door “I organized for delivery. I thought it was the least I could do for you as a thank you for helping me last night.”
She looked flabbergasted as I opened the door, taking the bags from the driver as well as a large bouquet of rainbow roses. I shut the door and handed the bouquet to her, causing a wide grin to spread across her face.
“Your favorite if I remember rightly,” I said, walking to the dining table and putting the bags onto it.
“They’re beautiful but you didn’t need to go to so much trouble” Flair began to protest.
I shook my head “As my wife, you more than deserve flowers. I appreciate your cooking last night and helping me with my headache. I wanted to do something nice for you, but I’m afraid I’m a godawful cook” I admitted with a chuckle “So this was the next best thing.”
She carefully put the roses onto the kitchen bench and joined me as I began to pull the food out. Everything, I saw with wry amusement, was vegan and labeled.
“It smells heavenly” Flair moaned, sniffing the muffins and the doughnuts appreciatively, alongside the coffees with soy milk and the croissants.
I motioned for her to sit and we began to help ourselves. Flair went straight for the doughnuts, I saw grinning. My wife must have one hell of a sweet tooth.
“God it’s good” she mumbled between bites, practically inhaling it, before taking a huge swig of coffee “Thank you, Grayson.”
I took a tentative bite of the croissant and heaved a sigh of relief. I couldn’t honestly taste the difference, but the coffee was a little different from my usual. It wasn’t unpleasant though and I sipped at it, as Flair leaned back in the chair, the sunlight causing an almost halo effect on her head and making her look even more angelic and beautiful.
“Are you going to be late to work? I’m not keeping you from it, am I?” Flair asked quickly.
I shook my head “I already asked Timothy to push my meetings back to the afternoon. I wanted to spend a leisurely breakfast with my wife” I said with deliberate emphasis, causing Flair to flush.
“Oh” she stammered, her cheeks becoming pink as she looked at me in surprise “that’s so nice of you, I guess I didn’t expect it from you” she admitted.
Didn’t expect it? I narrowed my eyes “How many times did Johnathon push back his work so he could spend the morning with you?” I asked casually as I bit into a muffin.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.