Am I falling for my husband? And if so, how is this happening so fast? The nice old lady's words rang over and over again in my head. While I contemplated them, Loid opened the apartment door and held it open for me. Pacing by him we made eye contact and I grinned shyly, feeling all sorts of different way. He shut the door and I took off my coat; he did the same once he was by my side again.
My arm got caught in the sleeve and my husband blinked over to see me struggle. "Here," his hands reached over to assist me remove my jacket. His fingers brushed against the side of my arm, making me blush. My cheeks continued to sizzle as he proceeded to hang up both of our coats, together…. side by side. My hands clasped in front of me with anxiousness and unsureness.
Loid, totally ignorant to all this, headed for the kitchen. "Are you hungry, Mrs. Forger? Or should I just make us some tea?" He inquired, rummaging around for some cups. My fingers clenched together. I'm so lucky, the old lady said, and I agreed without thinking. I didn't have to think about it; I already know how incredibly lucky I am. How many single girls targeted by the secret service get out of it so easily? Loid truly did save my life….. I'd likely be rotting away in a prison cell or worse if he hadn't shown up when he did. I'm so lucky in that regard…..
My lips silently parted a silver as I didn't move an inch. But… is that the only reason I'm so happy recently? Is that all? It could have been any guy; I would have married anyone if he asked me then, simply not to get myself arrested. Loid could have been any man….. It just so happened to be him. That doesn't mean a thing, does it? Does it…..? I'm grateful for what Loid did for me. I feel so indescribably lucky, happy because he rescued me, right? He could have been anybody….. It has nothing to do with him personally….. Right?
I felt my lips close, then open again. I felt like I was going to start crying any moment. My mouth opened….. "Hot chocolate." Loid peered up to me ponderingly. "Hmmmmmm?" I smiled, keeping my fingers clasped together and trying my best not to cry. "Let's have hot chocolate. I'll make us some…" "Mrs. Forger?" My husband straightened up slowly, his eyes fixed onto me.
I wiped my eyes with my sleeve before perking up. "Go sit down. You've had a long day; I'll bring you some when it's ready." "Are you feeling alright? You looked flushed," Loid took a few steps towards me. My lips parted again but unsurprisingly, no sound came out. Not right away, anyway. I needed a moment to breathe- to remember to breathe…
Oh god, I'm wrong, aren't I? So, so wrong. But we've only known each other for such a short amount of time….. How is it possible? Oh Loid…. Loid…. dear Loid! I think….. My lips quivered uncontrollably. It's clear to me now….. I think I have a crush on him- I have a crush on my husband. A single teardrop rolled down my cheek. Before I knew it…. I'd grown to like him so much.
"Huh? What's wrong?! Are you ok?!" Startled by my silence and single tear, Loid's whole being stiffened. I grinned tenderly, wiping the teardrop away. "I'm fine, don't worry. I'll go make that hot chocolate now- with marshmallows!" Loid's face was still worried and confused. He didn't step out of my way immediately, instead refusing to budge. I did the same, sensing that he wanted me to. His eyes narrowed intently onto mine.
"You sure you're alright? Don't force yourself to do anything if you aren't feeling well. I can make you some peppermint tea if you want," he's so kind….. Yes… Yes, the old lady is right; he is one in a million, isn't he? I doubt I'll never know how lucky I really am. But then… I don't know yet how he feels about me. I like him, but does he like me? It's so hard to tell.
Perhaps that doesn't matter though. I have my very first ever crush, and it's on my husband heh. If that isn't ironic, I don't know what is. Loid makes me happy, and I want him to be happy…. so very, very much. My grin widened of its own freewill; my cheeks were still bright pink. "Yes, I'm alright, Loid….. Never been better. I just feel a light-headed, that's all. Must have been all the physical activity today," that's a lie, but I hope he'd buy it. Judging by the way he nodded his head, I believed he did. "Drink a cup of water before you begin; that'll help. I'm right here in the living room if you need me. Just call if you want help with anything; I'll come." And I smiled. Oh, how I smiled. "Yes…. I know you will, honey."
Loid's eyes enlarged to the size of dinner plates, his cheeks turned pale. His palms were suddenly sweaty as he obviously didn't know how to react to his endearment. Instead he did his classic clearing of the throat and tore his head away from mine- what he always did when he was flustered. It was so unbelievably precious. I watched as he then awkwardly yet adorably made his way to the sofa, sitting down after a momentarily lull where he stared off into space. He absolutely refused to look at me, snatching up his newspaper hastily and opening it to a random page. He tried to read it, but his mind was evidently elsewhere. I giggled to myself before turning back to the task at hand. Two hot chocolates coming up! I had just reached for two cups and saucers when Loid's voice caught my attention again. I glanced to the side to see him side-eying me. His hands were still clinging onto the newspaper as if for dear life. His expression was so soft and sincere just then….. He wasn't smiling, but there was something else in it, something new. "Don't hide around the bend. Stay right there…. where I can see you." My mouth opened speechless and his back immediately stiffed up arched, his face becoming frazzled momentarily.
"J-Just so I can keep an eye on you…. U-Until you're feeling better!"