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Chapter 37: A Night Together

Christine's POV

"Erik! We're back!" Nate shouts through the house as we close the door behind us. "Where are ya?" He yells.

"I'm right here." He slowly appears from the living room, holding his side as he walks. "You don't have to shout." He walks over and tries to give me a hug with his free arm. I can hear the soft groans, knowing he's still in pain. I try and be gentle when giving him a hug back, but that's hard when his ribs are still recovering and sore.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like hell." He answers. It's always his answer now when someone asks how he's doing. And I don't blame him. He's still healing from the accident. "What did you guys get?"

"Chinese for dinner and lots of ice cream." Nate answered, holding up the bags. "Plus a few other things." He quickly added. He goes off into the kitchen to put the ice cream away before it melts.

"Are you going to stay for dinner?" He asks, hoping I say yes. I haven't been staying for dinner a lot lately. Trying to keep suspicion off of us from my dad. Ever since the hospital, I haven't been seeing Erik as much as I used to.

"Yes." I answer back with a smile. He smiles back and leans down a little, however much his body will let him. Standing on my tiptoes, I kiss him back. I miss his kisses, miss his arms around me...

"Break it up you two. Doctor said no activities until therapist gives the okay." Nate walks back in, tossing the empty plastic bag at Erik.

"Don't remind me." He slaps the bag away.

"Alright you two. Christine you are in charge. Have fun you two." Nate waves as us as he leaves. Looking back at Erik, his face is still turned towards the door, giving me a full view of the scars on his face.

They have healed up nicely, but you can still see them. One long one that runs down his right side, a few smaller ones on his cheek and forehead. His hair is slowly getting longer, hiding the ones that he had on his head. Reaching up, my fingers trace along the bigger scar. He flinches, still a little tense when it comes to his face. He turns his face back to me, my hand now cupping his cheek. Scars cover his body, some having ruined his tattoos. His arm drops from his side to wrap around my waist, pulling me in against him. I feel his body relax; I'm sure having missed this feeling. I have missed it too; feeling like I'm home again in his arms.

"I could stay like this longer but that Chinese food is smelling so good." I let out a laugh and step back.

"Go get comfy on the couch and I'll bring it out." I tell him and turn around. A sudden whack on my ass makes me jump and yelp. Turning around, I see that guilty look on his face. "Careful mister. Or no dessert." I wink at him.

"I'll behave." He holds his hands up in surrender, making me giggle. Turning back around, I head into the kitchen were Nate put the Chinese on the counter. Putting it into bowls, grabbing forks and napkins, I come back to the living room. He's sitting on the couch, slouched against the cushion with Hell's Kitchen playing on the TV.

"Here you go." I hand him the bowl and settle down on the couch next to him. "So who is Ramsey yelling at now?" I ask just before Ramsey throws a plate on the ground. We eat and watch the episode in peace, enoughing each other's company. It's been a long time since we've had dinner together and I have definitely missed it.

After dinner is eaten, I lay back on the couch, laying my head gently on Erik's leg. His hand runs through my hair, his other entwined with mine. Soft piano music is playing in the background with a few lights only on. I could almost fall asleep like this.

"I wish I didn't have to leave soon." See the time, I knew only had about an hour before I would have to head home.

"So do I." He says back. "If I had my way, I'd have you move all your things in and live with me."

"Really? You mean that?" I get up and turn to face him. Our faces even with each other.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I want to start and end my day with my Angel next to me?" My heart is literally souring at his words. I would love to move in with him. I know people would say it's too early in the relationship, but I don't care.

"If I could, I would move in in a heartbeat." Seeing him smile just melts my heart. "I think we should tell my father soon." His smile disappears.

"I know. But we'll do it together, okay?"

"When you're better, we'll tell him. Promise?" I hold my pinky. He looks down at it, chuckling.

"Promise." He pinky promises. Leaning in, I kiss his lips. He cups my cheek and as much I want to crawl on his lap, I shouldn't. "Come here..."

"We shouldn't. You're still recovering..."

"I'll be fine. But I haven't had you in my arms in a long time."

"If I'm hurting, tell me. Okay?" He nods and I crawl closer until I'm straddling him. His arms wrap around me, pulling me in. Giggling as his hands slap my butt a few times, I softly playfully slap his arm. "Behave..." He groans and looks up at him.

"How much longer do you have?" He asks.

"About 45 minutes. Why?"

"Lay down with me for a little?" Nodding, I get off of him and watch him painfully struggle to lay down. He manages and I lay down next to him. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he moves the pillow down to use for our heads. Having his body next to mine is basically heaven. This is where I belong and want to be. I just hope when we tell my dad, he will be happy for us. And then I can spend every night like this.

Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! The sound of phone going off wakes me from the accidental nap we took. Grabbing my phone from the floor, I glance at the screen to see my dad's 3 missed calls. Shit! Seeing the time, I was supposed to be home two hours ago.I can hear Erik groaning as he wakes up.

"What is it?"

"My dad...he called 3 times and I missed each one." I sit up, panicking a little. Dialing his number, I pray he doesn't answer and he's asleep. Erik still is laying next to me, waiting quietly.

"Hello?" He sounds tired, probably was sleeping.

"Dad..."

Where the hell are you, Christine?" He almost yells into the phone. I'm sure Erik can hear him. "You said you would be home two hours ago."

"I-I'm sorry...I fell asleep." I tried explaining a lie to tell him.

"Get your butt home right now. We'll discuss this when you get home." He ordered and hangs up. Setting the phone down, I'm sure Erik can see my hand shaking a little.

"I'm sorry, Christine." I shake my head.

"It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself." I try to assure him. "I should go and get this over with." I stand up. He moves to get up as well, but I hold my hand up. "No, you should rest. I'll be fine, I promise." I lean down to kiss him.

"Text me afterwards." He says. I can hear the worry in his voice.

"I will. I'll see you later."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Erik." I say back before leaving the house. The whole drive home, which isn't long, I was a nervous wreck. I don't think I have see or heard my dad angry, at least not with me. But I know that I promised him I wouldn't be out late and here is it, almost one in the morning. Yep, my ass is in trouble. Just...keep calm

Something is about to happen, stay tuned to find out ...