Rebekah awoke to the rustling of sheets. She focused her squinted eyes at the clock. From what she could tell, it was only five in the morning, way too early for her to get up. She felt Erik's body slip away from her, and she groaned. Erik quietly whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek.
"Ssh, go back to sleep." Rebekah didn't need to be told twice. In almost ten seconds, she was out like a light.
Erik crept towards the door. He looked back at his sleeping fiancé before opening it and sneaking out. After a restless night, he had finally given up on sleep. He decided to cook Rebekah some breakfast. After all, he had to pamper her, for she would be his wife in three days. Yes, they had decided to get married just a week after they got engaged. Since they were on the run, they couldn't really invite anyone, so Rebekah had chosen a dress, and they were to have a small ceremony in a local church. Though Erik felt bad about not having a huge celebration for her, Rebekah seemed completely content.
Lost in his thoughts, Erik almost burned Rebekah's egg, and quickly took it off the heat. Then he placed it on the plate with some bacon he had prepared and a bit of sausage. He didn't make anything for himself. Apparently hunger and sleep were friends that came and left together.
He walked in to find a sleeping Rebekah, her hair spread on the pillow in different directions. Erik smiled to himself as he realized what she reminded him of: A rose. Her hair formed the red petals, and her body, decked in a long-sleeved, green, silk nightgown, formed the stem and leaves. She smiled in her sleep and Erik walked lightly over to the bed. He set the plate down on the nightstand, and leaned over Rebekah.
He pecked her cheek; she stirred slightly. He kissed her again, this time on her forehead. A smile spread across her face, and she giggled.
"If that is my wake up call, I am not sure if I want to wake," she cooed. Erik grinned, and scooped her up in his arms. Then he sat on the bed, and looked down at her. Her blue eyes were now open, more radiant than ever. He closed his own eyes and pressed his lips against hers. They shared in a long kiss, and then broke away.
Rebekah, feeling rather mischievous, caught Erik unawares and kissed him again, knocking him down onto the bed, her on top of him. Erik playfully flipped her over onto her back, and twisted his torso so that his arms kept him suspended right above her. He smiled down at her, and she up at him. Erik kissed her forehead again; then got up, and held his hand out. She took it, and rose to sit on the edge of the bed.
"What's this?" she asked, looking at the food on the nightstand. Erik gently slid her back so that she sat up against the headboard. Then he handed her the plate along with a fork, and climbed onto the bed himself. He put his arm around her, and she laid her head on his shoulder. After a moment of quiet, she began to eat, her silverware clinking against the glass. Erik would've been content if he had died right there. At least he would've died happy. Then he remembered that he couldn't die.
I realize that this chapter is really short, but I wanted to leave you with a cliffhanger :] I'll explain the last line in the next chapter!
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Mickey Caresen