A/N: Woo! More Bela/Speed. This is in Bela's PoV… Sweet, little Bela.
You're young. You know that. Twenty- four is… young, as you're constantly reminded. Young to have the job you do, and to be good at it.
But, mostly, too young to be in love.
Young doesn't matter to you anymore. Happiness does. He does. Tim Speedle. He is everything. He is the face you wake up to in the morning, the last thing you see at night, the arms wrapped around you. You need him. You want him. And you have him.
He knows the way to treat you. He knows where and how you liked to be touched, what you like to hear. An arm around your waist. Fingers trailing through your hair. On your jaw line. A kiss on the back of your neck. A whisper in your ear. "I love you." "You're so sweet." A gentle massage. You, wrapped in his arms, snuggled against his chest. Silence. The soaking up of each other's presence.
You love everything about him. His crooked smile. The stubble on his face. His scent. The feel of his lips on your skin. The way he cares about you. Loves you. The way he makes you laugh at what he says, cry at his sweetness, and comforts you. How romantic he is. How gentle he is with you, physically and emotionally. You could go on forever.
Love is a funny thing. It doesn't make you blind, like the saying goes. It heightens the sight, so you see every perfect thing. And those bright brown eyes of yours… they see.
Sometimes, work sucks. It makes you want to cry and scream and quit and turn your back on the human race. You can never understand how people can do the things they do to other people.
It makes you nauseous, gives you a migraine. You want to lay on the couch, in the dark, and just sleep, though that often doesn't happen. It's hard to forget what you've seen, what you've heard.
He's always there; quiet if he has to be, funny if you need to be distracted. Comforting, usually. He'll lay on the couch with you and just hold you. And that's all you need.
At night, he makes the nightmares go away. You know you're safe, there in his arms. If you do have a nightmare, he whispers comforting words. He is your rock.
A/N: Awww! Little Bela… In the future, I want to see more Bela/Eric interaction. But what about you? What do you want to see? Why don't you tell me, in a lovely little review? Next chapter is pretty major. And, seriously people, go vote in my poll. It's not that difficult.
