Chapter 28

Ian woke up early in the morning, at 05:43 am.

He had adapted himself to wake up in this hour the night before, when Amy came in.

After all, he hadn't have wanted - and guessed she hadn't have either, to be found by their curious and interferer family, who would probably be interpreting the situation wrongly.

Interesting point. Along with being so handsome, smart and sharp - he was able to that kind of ability - telling yourself when to wake up, and actually wake up at the right time.

He slowly and tiredly opened his eyes, raised himself, and looked over.

She was sleeping right next to him, his arm was around her, she was sleeping very peacefully, her long brown smooth hair was spread on the bed and the pillow.

He needed to take her to her bed, and do it as much as carefully as he could, in order not to wake her up.

And he could do that, of course. He was Ian Kabra. Doing something quietly and effectively, was one of his expertise as a Lucian.

He carefully took her into his arms, careful not to wake her up.

Yet, he couldn't stand how he loved holding her.

It was absolutely annoying.

That he loved having her in his arms, having her so close to him.

He stepped out of his room, walked through the corridor, until he got to her room, and put her into bed effectively.

He put her blanket over her genteelly. Then he looked at her for some moments.

He got back to his room, and felt a little more upset - that she wasn't there with him.

She definitely looked better in the morning.

Ian was reading the newspaper with a glass of coffee, with Natalie, Hamilton next to him on the couches and all the rest spread in the house, when she came in, down the stairs, with a big grin on her face "Hey everyone," she said happily as she came down the stairs, smiling like in a summer day, she came to uncle Fiske who sat on one of the wood chairs next to a the big wood table and kissed him on the cheek, then talked a little to Nellie, all grinning.

"You look happy today." Hamilton laughed as he came in from the kitchen.

"Ham." She said and hugged him, too, and he was surprised.

Ian felt a mix of confusion and jealousy ruble into him.

Why was she so happy, after what had happened the day before? She was broken.

Looking at her intently, he understood.

He could still see a spark of sense in her eyes, when she walked to the couches and put a piece of her hair behind her ear.

She got over it, she made it.

This thing that had been bothering her for so long, this thing which gave her so much misery, this thing which she couldn't accept, that hurt her the most, that she found herself crying every time someone mention it.

She won it.

And to his very surprise, he felt himself smiling too, a little, and even the jealousy he had felt didn't matter anymore.

He was just proud of her to the sky and over pleased with himself to be the one to give her the way to do that.

After all, she wouldn't had dealt with her parents' grave if her wouldn't had pushed her to do so.

And for the moment, it looks like she totally forgot she came to him last night

She speaks in a voice full of enthusiasm with Hamilton, her green warm eyes shine, and then Dan comes to them and she reaches out her hand and musses his blonde hair, and he laughs with them, glad to have her like that.

All the family is down now, eating or reading or fighting or talking, she is leaving Hamilton and Dan and continue to the couches, then she sees him and her green eyes get warmer and she smiles at him -

And then she stops.

She freezes, her cheeks redden more and more,

and his smile becomes a smirk more and more.

Because he knows she is remembering what happened last night.

"Good morning, Love," he tells her as he gets a sip of his coffee "Slept well?"

She is so embarrassed, he can tell, as she tries to answer him but looks confused.

Then she just says quietly , red as a tomato "I don't even sure what happened."

He rolls his eyes as he turn the page of the newspaper "I carried you to your room after that."

He just can't control his smirk.

Amy gets a little irritated- he is enjoying this too much.

But she does owe him a thank you.

"Well," she says as she sits on the couch, not besides him but not far from him "Thank you, for calming me down, I mean."

He raised an eyebrow at her, smirking "And that's all?"

She shots him an annoyed glance, and he can't take his eyes off her.

But he can surely hide how he feels.

For a moment, they just look at each other, she is irritated and red and he is joyful.

And they both couldn't look away at some point and felt the growing tension.

Damn it, Damn it, Damn it.

"Guys?"

They both turned their head to the source of the noise at the same time.

Ned or Ted was standing in front of them, looking a little confused.

Since he didn't speak, Ian said, pretty impatiently, "What?"

He looked like he got the creep from Ian "I'm just asking if you guys would mind to join us outside, Uncle Fiske want to talk to us all together."

Amy smiled at him. Of course. "Thank you, Ted."

So was it Ted?

Ian rolled his eyes.

Ted nodded, looking a little more comfortable by Amy. Then he took a fast (and full of creep ) look at Ian and went away.

As his back got farther, Ian looked at Amy.

She looked beautiful, like she always did.

And she was shinning so bright, that he never though he had ever seen somebody shine like that.

"I see you feel better." He didn't know why he had said that, but for any reason, he had had to.

His voice was full of pride, like it always was, but his yellow-amber eyes told another story.

The concern was almost shown in those eyes, but he had too much self-control for that to happen.

She looked at him and smiled, though his own voice was almost teasing "Yea, I...I did it. Finally did it. It's all thanks to you." She blushed and ducked her head.

He smiled and looked up "Well, I'm great aren't I?"

She laughed softly "You are so full of yourself, but you're such a good person."

It was the weirdest thing, but he felt her words hit him like a pang inside of him.

Maybe because though he believed her, he didn't believe them.

And she saw it.

She was quiet for a moment, but then she spoke "I'm right, I sear."

He looked at her teasingly "Who said you aren't?"

She laughed, and to his surprise, she stroked his arm "You can't fool me."

He couldn't speak for a moment, her touch was so warm and soft, and for one moment, he wished that could stay like that forever.

But no. "You guys are coming?" sound a yell from outside.

She removed her hand of his arm, but gave him a soft smile instead "Come on."