Guardian

Chapter 35

The agent felt his head spin due to the incredible amount of stress his was piling on his poor mind. He spent his morning running around and preparing their plans and ammunition count for the upcoming mission. A mission in which for the first time he and Ada were on the same side. The irony was too cunning for him to handle. Of all the times...

Strolling in the corridors, broad shoulders hovering above the shadows of his figure, he remembered his son and thought of how bored he must have been the past few days. A tinge of worry invaded his face and as a father he quickly decided to spend some quality time with his only child. And so, he headed for the medical facility.

Arriving at his boy's door, he opened it gently expecting a small pair of hands to grip on his pants. He expected squeals of excitement and hyperactivity. But he did not expect to see his son sleeping with his so called "Angel". Leon found himself closer to both of them and couldn't help but stare at the heart-striking sight.

Seeing her sleep was something he only saw in the deepest of his dreams. Those very dreams hidden far behind him. Her exposed legs hung off of the bed, her heels dangling from one of her feet. Her back was slightly arched up, her chest heaving under the tight wine dress. Her arms were elegantly spread to the sides, James using one of them as his pillow. Her skin was pristine, almost sparkling from head to toe and her mouth slightly parted with her soft lips. Her silky ebony hair brushed her face sensually and delicately to an unbearable point. Leon thought he was losing his mind and wondered how any of this could be real.

With closer inspection, he saw a spec catching the light as it strolled down her flushed cheek. A several more fell and his heart broke at the sight. Ada Wong was crying in her sleep. A deep slumber that was well deserved, rest that was needed before she became the ice-cold gunner again.

"I'm... Sorry... Leon..." She timidly whimpered, her tears drying on her skin.

He didn't know why he was about to do such a thing, but he knew that it was the only comfort he could give the woman he loved so dearly in his own way. Kennedy leaned over her and pushed the strands out of her face with a ghostly touch and the next thing he knew; he had kissed her forehead whispering how it wasn't her fault and that it would be all right.

Then he stopped himself from continuing and the spy's eyes fluttered open revealing the green trees of the spring.