White Night
She wakes up to the faintest sound of clothes rustling coming from her bedroom door, and moves from the middle of her queen size bed to make room for him as he starts undressing. He looks tired and a bit worn, and tonight he doesn't smell like Bvlgari. Quietly he slides under the thick comforter and soon falls asleep after gathering her into his arms for a soft tender goodnight kiss. She closes her eyes listening to his steady heart beat and even breathing. She's still sleepy but somehow doesn't want to go back to sleep. She always loves to have him here in her bed. She remembers their first night together. It was much hotter then, and neither of them had much sleep. She smiles to herself and wonders where he went tonight. She knows he likes his privacy, but sometimes she just can't help being a tiny bit nosy. Yes, of course she knows what he does for a living. That's exactly the reason why she wants to make sure he's safe and prays that him will stay out of harm's way. She knows for a fact that she can't live should anything happen to him. She loves him so much that her heart aches at the mere thought of losing him. She tightens her arms around the peacefully sleeping man and tries to blink back her tears. But fails. Miserably. She then jumps and yelps as his perfect delicious muscular body suddenly rolls over and pins her to the soft warm bed. His beautiful dark brown eyes looks straight into her soul. He doesn't say a word. He just kisses her. Lovingly. And tenderly. She knows he wants to tell her everything's gonna be alright. She knows he wants to assure her nothing bad is gonna happen. But she also knows he will never ever lie to her. Nothing is impossible in his line of work. All he can do is expect the worst and be as ready and prepared as he can. But, still, someday he may not be able to come back to her. She tries to smile. She tries to be brave. And sadly she fails again. She feels embarrassed of herself. She doesn't know what's wrong with her. All these sudden fears, tears, and worries.
He looks down at her face. He kisses away her tears. He cups her face with both hands. For some reasons unknown, he knows her better than herself. And he knows the true reason behind all her fears and worries and tears. He now has a decision to make.
She's twelve days late.