C-Comfort

One night he found her in tears. She had been reading her diary and had just crumpled onto the bed. She looked like a child who wept for her mother. He had never asked her about her past and he didn't intend to now. He didn't love her past. If she wasn't comfortable sharing that with him then he would wait until she was because he believed that she would be. He loved her for who she was now…for every complicated part of her.

He took her gently in his arms and she looked up at him with tears. She had almost expected him to ask why she was crying. Most men had. She had expected him to walk away. Most men had. What she hadn't expected was for him to pick her up and carry her to the bathroom. She hadn't expected him to run her a bath. She hadn't expected him to take care of her. She hadn't expected that he could be true to his word because the men that she knew never had been.

"I'm not used to this you know? I'm not used to you. The men that I'm used to would have been long gone by now. They wouldn't have stayed if they saw me crying and never even offered an explanation. "

"I'm not most men…and I don't want to be your police man. "

"You don't?"

"I'm a cop sweetheart but you're not some woman I met on the street…I care about you…What I want from you is not to pry into your business. When you're ready, I believe that you'll tell me on your own. "

"You really have that much faith in me?"

" You don't give yourself enough credit. You've done wonderful things. Just because one man threw you away, doesn't mean your not worth the effort. You're worth so much more then he ever gave you. "

"What am I worth Brandon? "

" Everything. "

He could have told her he loved her then but he didn't want to give her too much too soon. Instead, when she smiled at him, he joined in her in the tub.