A Broken Forever(5)

By: Megan Noelle

“I missed you,” I said, tracing a line from his temple to his chin when he was in reach. He pressed a chaste kiss to my lips in return.

“As did I, Beautiful. You’re just in time though, I made your favorite.”

“Mmm…my favorite?” I asked.

“Homemade pizza, with all your favorite toppings and red wine to wash it down.”

“That sounds wonderful, baby.” I took the glass from his hands as Richard wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me over to the breakfast bar. As I slid onto the bar stool, he went back to finishing dinner.

Watching Richard move about the kitchen was one of my favorite things. He looked perfectly at home as he moved about; cutting the pizza, dishing up our plates and serving it. There was no doubt in my mind that Richard was meant to be a family man. Six months ago when I officially moved in, the first thing he did was take my hands in his and tell me he had always dreamt of that moment. Having the career of his dreams, and buying a home that he would one day fill with his perfect family. That was when he told me that I was the only woman he could ever imagine having everything with.

It was then that I saw it too. Not that I hadn’t been able to see Richard as my future as well, but it was different. After the…well, just after, I gave up on the idea of a family. There was something about him though, and I couldn’t just step aside and let some other woman swoop in. I wanted to be Richard’s woman, and it became clear that he felt the same.

“Bon Appétit.” Richard placed the plate in front of me, bringing my thoughts back to the present.

“It smells so incredible. Seriously, our neighbors are undoubtedly jealous right now.” He let out a low chuckle as he took the seat next to mine.

“Hardly, my dear.” I pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Thank you, baby.”

We ate happily in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. It wasn’t until I took a bite that I realized how hungry I truly was. I never stopped for lunch, and this tasted like Heaven. Richard finished his slices first, and without hesitation began to clean the dinner mess.

Even with my mouth full of food I tried to stop him. “Don’t you dare clean! You made me this beautiful dinner. I’ll get it all later.”

He smiled and shook his head. “It’s merely a habit, darling. So, how was your day? Did you and Amy have a nice chat?” Richard knew Amy was my therapist that I met with every Friday and have been for the past six or so years. That remained the extent of our conversation about it. We never talked about what was said or why I continued to go. Part of me felt as if I should offer up more about it, but when the time came my answers all remained the same.

“It went well. Amy seems to be doing good…so that’s good,” I answered lamely.

“Good,” he replied with a nod as he continued washing the dishes. One of these days I swore I would tell him more. Maybe when I actually understood the situation myself and could tell Amy why I held that hour appointment every week. Once I understood—I would talk about it.

“Then I stopped by the salon to check on things, and Kacie sort of took my hair hostage.” He cast a glance over to me.

“She did a great job, but it isn’t hard to make you look beautiful.”

I hopped off the stool and walked over to him, lacing my arms around his waist. My cheek rested against his back and I heaved a big sigh, breathing in the scent of his woodsy cologne.

“What would I do without you?”

Richard’s soft chuckle rumbled against my face. “You’re mistaken, Grey. It is me who would be lost without you.”

“I doubt it,” I whispered.

“How about we just never part so we don’t ever have to find out?”

His words struck a chord in my heart, jogging a moment I thought I had forgotten completely. My eyes squeezed shut as the memory took over.

The sun was just beginning to peek around the curtains, casting an angelic glow upon Stefan’s face. My head rest against his stomach as my fingers traced the delicious lines of his chest. His eyes were closed, but from the way he was breathing I knew he was still awake. It had been a little more than twelve hours since we said ‘I do’ and I still couldn’t grasp the thought. This perfect man with his incredibly intense blue eyes, soft lips and a heart of gold that he hid from the rest of the world was mine.

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