Authors Note- Two at once amazing lol... I know I forgot the preview for hte last one so I decided to post this chapter since I probably won't have time to later.
I swing the door open and see Abby in the dull light, lying on the edge of Bryce's bed. She starts to sit up, and I head over to her, rubbing her shoulders.
"You know you could get a bed in here?"
She collapses against me and my arms go and grab her hands.
"He told me to go home and disinfect the kitchen."
I start to laugh, okay so the kitchen was the first available spot. What can I say? I'm adventurous.
"He does have a point."
Her hand comes up lightly and hits my thigh. I don't think she was aiming for anything. I watch Bryce sleep, and everything seems okay.
"How about we head home?"
She shakes her head no.
"He'll be fine. Susan's here so he'll have the best care possible."
She rolls her eyes at me.
"Yeah, from a woman who boffed her husband in the washroom instead of responding to trauma."
I pull on her hair, and she's looking up at me. Does she always have to be so difficult or is it just an early morning thing?
"Abby. I"m tired. You're tired. Let's go home. Get a few hours of sleep and come back. He'll be fine. Don't make me carry you out."
I start to pull her out the chair. She's getting up, but extremely reluctantly. I put my arm around her and know she's exhausted, she's barely picking up her feet. We grab our coats from the lounge and head towards a warm bed, at home. I didn't realize how tired I really was until I sat down on the train. We saw the sun slowly coming up as we made our way.
She collapsed on the sofa as soon as we got inside. I followed her, and picked her up a bit, laying down and letting her rest on me. She wasn't going to fall asleep. I know that much by now. She's worried about Bryce, but I hope she might at least try to get some rest. She can seriously hurt herself and her health if she doesn't.
"What are you thinking about?"
She's playing with the edge of the blanket.
"Fate."
Such a strong topic for this hour of the morning.
"What about it?"
She places her chin on my chest, looking up at me.
"Do you believe in it?"
I shrug my shoulders. I never really thought about it. I think things happen as they were supposed to. I don't know if it's fate, but it's nature. It's just right.
"Do you?"
She lays her head back down.
"I guess I do."
I start to play with her hair.
"I don't know. I mean destiny, and fate. Everything that supposed to happen, will happen, and its out of our control. Nothing will ever change that."
I sort of believe in it. I mean it's fate that I"m probably here right now.
"What about soul mates?"
I feel like I'm being questioned about god.
"I don't know if you would say I believe in soul mates either. But I do believe that one day you will find the one person who finally completes you as a person, and no matter how you try, you won't be able to forget them. That they will come into your life and change you in ways you never thought possible. It would be as if they could read your mind, understand you in every way possible, and love you without limitations."
I'm talking about her. I guess I didn't' realize it till it was all out. I'm talking directly about her. She doesn't respond for a while, just cuddles up closer to me, finding my hand and holding it.
"Do we have any control over who we love?"
Medically proven, probably. But the real world answer: no.
"I doubt it. It just sort of happens."
I saw her pout a little.
"And so does sex."
We both manage a light, little laugh.
"So were do you picture yourself, 10 years from now?"
She lets out a sigh and a smirk .
"Wherever destiny and fate take me."
I pull her closer to me.
"Are you worried or frightened?"
She shakes her head, looking up at me slightly, smiling a bit.
"They haven't steered me wrong yet... I'm here with you."
I kiss the top of her head.
"And as much as I love a good surprise. I'd rather know where I'm being taken."
She shrugs her shoulders gently.
"Where are you being taken?"
I don't know. Hell I'm terrified that something will happen and I will loose her. But that's part of the game the gods decide to play. And I don't know how I would live without her.
"Head-first and forever into love."
She smiles a little and I can see her eyes beginning to grow heavy and close. I kiss her again and watch her sleep for a while before I join the same road.
***REVIEW RESPONSES***
hyperpiper91-Dude.... Don't worry Bryce is cool... haha maybe they could have an ernie and bert?
kate- HAHA! You're right I love it... I read it before and I like pissed my pants laughing it is so freaking funny and true... haha thanks for that! haha. My question about him growing a beard in africa was- he always said it was so freaking hot there... if it was so hot why would he grow hair on his face???? Wouldn't that make him even hotter? Carter is a bit of a thinkhead sometimes lol!
***PREVIEW***
I've been a bit lonely.
He takes his shirt and pants off, climbing into bed. I keep my back to him, and take my clothes off... I turn around in his boxers and my bra, he gives me a look... a weird look. "What?" I ask puzzled.
I swing the door open and see Abby in the dull light, lying on the edge of Bryce's bed. She starts to sit up, and I head over to her, rubbing her shoulders.
"You know you could get a bed in here?"
She collapses against me and my arms go and grab her hands.
"He told me to go home and disinfect the kitchen."
I start to laugh, okay so the kitchen was the first available spot. What can I say? I'm adventurous.
"He does have a point."
Her hand comes up lightly and hits my thigh. I don't think she was aiming for anything. I watch Bryce sleep, and everything seems okay.
"How about we head home?"
She shakes her head no.
"He'll be fine. Susan's here so he'll have the best care possible."
She rolls her eyes at me.
"Yeah, from a woman who boffed her husband in the washroom instead of responding to trauma."
I pull on her hair, and she's looking up at me. Does she always have to be so difficult or is it just an early morning thing?
"Abby. I"m tired. You're tired. Let's go home. Get a few hours of sleep and come back. He'll be fine. Don't make me carry you out."
I start to pull her out the chair. She's getting up, but extremely reluctantly. I put my arm around her and know she's exhausted, she's barely picking up her feet. We grab our coats from the lounge and head towards a warm bed, at home. I didn't realize how tired I really was until I sat down on the train. We saw the sun slowly coming up as we made our way.
She collapsed on the sofa as soon as we got inside. I followed her, and picked her up a bit, laying down and letting her rest on me. She wasn't going to fall asleep. I know that much by now. She's worried about Bryce, but I hope she might at least try to get some rest. She can seriously hurt herself and her health if she doesn't.
"What are you thinking about?"
She's playing with the edge of the blanket.
"Fate."
Such a strong topic for this hour of the morning.
"What about it?"
She places her chin on my chest, looking up at me.
"Do you believe in it?"
I shrug my shoulders. I never really thought about it. I think things happen as they were supposed to. I don't know if it's fate, but it's nature. It's just right.
"Do you?"
She lays her head back down.
"I guess I do."
I start to play with her hair.
"I don't know. I mean destiny, and fate. Everything that supposed to happen, will happen, and its out of our control. Nothing will ever change that."
I sort of believe in it. I mean it's fate that I"m probably here right now.
"What about soul mates?"
I feel like I'm being questioned about god.
"I don't know if you would say I believe in soul mates either. But I do believe that one day you will find the one person who finally completes you as a person, and no matter how you try, you won't be able to forget them. That they will come into your life and change you in ways you never thought possible. It would be as if they could read your mind, understand you in every way possible, and love you without limitations."
I'm talking about her. I guess I didn't' realize it till it was all out. I'm talking directly about her. She doesn't respond for a while, just cuddles up closer to me, finding my hand and holding it.
"Do we have any control over who we love?"
Medically proven, probably. But the real world answer: no.
"I doubt it. It just sort of happens."
I saw her pout a little.
"And so does sex."
We both manage a light, little laugh.
"So were do you picture yourself, 10 years from now?"
She lets out a sigh and a smirk .
"Wherever destiny and fate take me."
I pull her closer to me.
"Are you worried or frightened?"
She shakes her head, looking up at me slightly, smiling a bit.
"They haven't steered me wrong yet... I'm here with you."
I kiss the top of her head.
"And as much as I love a good surprise. I'd rather know where I'm being taken."
She shrugs her shoulders gently.
"Where are you being taken?"
I don't know. Hell I'm terrified that something will happen and I will loose her. But that's part of the game the gods decide to play. And I don't know how I would live without her.
"Head-first and forever into love."
She smiles a little and I can see her eyes beginning to grow heavy and close. I kiss her again and watch her sleep for a while before I join the same road.
***REVIEW RESPONSES***
hyperpiper91-Dude.... Don't worry Bryce is cool... haha maybe they could have an ernie and bert?
kate- HAHA! You're right I love it... I read it before and I like pissed my pants laughing it is so freaking funny and true... haha thanks for that! haha. My question about him growing a beard in africa was- he always said it was so freaking hot there... if it was so hot why would he grow hair on his face???? Wouldn't that make him even hotter? Carter is a bit of a thinkhead sometimes lol!
***PREVIEW***
I've been a bit lonely.
He takes his shirt and pants off, climbing into bed. I keep my back to him, and take my clothes off... I turn around in his boxers and my bra, he gives me a look... a weird look. "What?" I ask puzzled.