Chapter 7: February Fourteenth
There were two things on my mind. One was that I didn't want to get out of bed. Ever. The other was that unless I got my ass up out of bed - and got myself out of Roy's lazy, yet strong grip - Abigail was never going to stop crying.
I pushed Roy's arm off of me and slid out of the bed, the cold air of the room hitting me and making me wish I could just climb back underneath the covers and soak in the heat of my fake fiance. Throwing on a robe to cover my bare arms and maybe to help warm me back up.
I opened the door quietly, hoping not to wake Roy up as I jogged to the room Abigail was in. Maybe it was just my embarrassment that drove me to not wanting to see Roy at that moment. Awake, at least.
Abigail was in my arms in no time and her screaming and crying began to soften as I rocked her. It took her a few minutes to calm down, but when she did, I made my way to the kitchen to warm up a bottle and proceeded to the living room where I sat down calmly with Abigail in my arms.
"I didn't expect you of all people to be so good with children..." I heard a deep voice say. I jumped, only momentarily becoming startled before turning to look at Roy as he came to sit next to me on the couch.
"I'm not. Only when everyone else is busy do I look to be good with them." Roy laughed.
"Is it appropriate if I call that bullshit?" I could see him smirk from the corner of my eye, but said nothing as I stared at Abigail, who was still downing the mix in the bottle.
"You look tired. It is three o'clock in the morning. You should go get some more sleep. I can take care of Abi..."
"I'm fine," I lied, tired as hell, but not wanting to have Roy take everything away from me. It was a confusing reason, I knew that, but it was the truth. Not like I'd actually go out of my way to tell him and all that shit.
"Sarah..."
"I'm fine." I said a little more sternly this time. I could see him nod from the corner of my eyes, the moonlight from the window lighting up his features enough for me to make out the motion without having to look straight at him. Seconds went by and he reluctantly left the room, only to come straight back with a blanket, which he draped onto my shoulders before sliding his hands down to my elbows.
"You're cold..." He said and I kept my gaze on the baby in my arms as she continued to down the content of the bottle. I was too tired to say anything else, or even do my signature rolling of the eyes or dark glare. Roy must have seen this as he leaned back into the couch and wrapped an arm around me before moving in closer. If I hadn't been so tired and so cold, I would've done so many things to punish him for touching me. But as I let my head fall into his chest and let the warmth of his body warm me, I lost all care to do so.
Moments later, the bottle was empty and Abigail, cradled in my arms, was asleep. Reluctantly, I moved away from Roy, only to have him jump up and stop me from doing any more work. He took Abigail back to her room and put her to bed, only to come back out and, despite my ability to still walk, carry my back into bed and wrap his arms around me. I relaxed in his hold, letting my limbs go weak as he nuzzled into the crook of my neck.
And to think. In only a few hours - when we got up and left, giving Abigail back to her rightful family and going back to our normal lives - I'd be the only one to remember this experience, to remember the kindness (and love) that Roy showed me and how I had gotten a chance to be normal, even if it was only in a bed in a hotel with Roy. For after we got back, his mind would be erased, and all memory of me would be destroyed. At least until we met again.
