Charlie's POV
I was laying on the couch in the den with the remote control in my hand, still dressed in my wife beater and shorts. The fireplace in the corner of the room crackled, filling the cabin with radiant warmth. It seemed so weird to me, to be sitting there on my honeymoon. With a contented sigh I closed my eyes and a candid smile crossed my lips. I'd never felt happier, ever in my life then I did right then.
"I could stay here forever." I whispered to nobody in particular, knowing Adam was in the kitchen fixing some tea.
When his familiar voice replied, "It's good to hear you say that, I just called Guy's uncle and asked to stay a few extra days." my eyes popped open and I saw him leaning against the doorframe with a grin on his angelic face.
"Read my mind did you?"
"I did."
Adam walked over the to sofa and picked up my legs to sit down. He rested my stocking feet in this lap and I stifled a giggle as he ran a finger along the soul, tickling them. I think Banksie maybe the only person in the world other then my mom that knows I'm ticklish on the bottom of my feet.
"You wanna laugh, I can feel it." He chimed smugly.
I kicked my foot playfully and chuckled.
"Would you stop?"
"Hmm, I'd love too, but it'll cost you."
"You're already entitled to half of everything I have, what more could you want?"
"Oh, I think a kiss should do it."
I blushed under his eyes like a silly schoolgirl and pursed my lips. He is a fantastic kisser. As his hand comes up to cup the side of my face I catch sight of the long scar on his right wrist and scowl. His body utterly perfect and unmarred other then that mark. Seeing it hurts me sometimes, knowing that I caused it. I should've been holding him the night he slit his wrist, not ignoring him.
Noticing the frown creasing my face he switched positions and brought up the other arm. Partly hidden beneath the long sleeve of his sweatshirt was an ace bandage. The same stretchy brown material he'd wrapped his wrist in during the JR. Goodwill Games. I hadn't noticed it earlier when we'd been cuddling in bed.
"What's that?" I pushed back the cuff of his shirt and rubbed my thumb gently over the fabric.
Adam shook his head. "Nothing, the cold's just making it a little stiff. I'm sure it'll be alright in a couple of days."
"How long has it been like this?"
My new husband exhaled hard and sat up. I could see him bite the inside of his cheek, a nervous habit he's had for years. "Just a few days. It's ok really, babe. If it doesn't start feeling better soon I'll go see a doctor."
"If you say so…"
I'd known Adam long enough to know when he was hiding something from me and the old Charlie, the one that hadn't been to anger management would've flown off the handle right then. The new and improved me didn't, I merely rolled my eyes and sighed. If I pushed it would lead to an argument and who wants to spend their honeymoon fighting?
I sat upright and kissed Adam's forehead and put my feet on the hardwood floor. My body was a bit stiff from lying on the couch so long and I had to stretch while I stood up. With a crack of my neck I left the room. 'Walk away from problems Charlie, leave if you can.' That's what my therapist had drilled into my head and then seemed as good a time as any to put it into action.
"Where are you going?" Banksie called after me.
"Just for a walk" I retorted, before going into the bedroom to slip some clothes on.
"Do you want me to come?"
"No, stay here, I'll be back."
As I walked out the back door onto the snow covered patio I had no idea where I was going. In truth I just wanted to get out of the cabin before something bad happened. It was too soon in the marriage to be fighting or arguing about anything. Beside, Adam was smart enough not to hide serious injuries anymore. Wasn't he? That's what I kept telling myself as I walked through the Christmas Village like scene in front of me. I just needed to blow off some steam, then I could return to my husband and everything would be okay.
I was laying on the couch in the den with the remote control in my hand, still dressed in my wife beater and shorts. The fireplace in the corner of the room crackled, filling the cabin with radiant warmth. It seemed so weird to me, to be sitting there on my honeymoon. With a contented sigh I closed my eyes and a candid smile crossed my lips. I'd never felt happier, ever in my life then I did right then.
"I could stay here forever." I whispered to nobody in particular, knowing Adam was in the kitchen fixing some tea.
When his familiar voice replied, "It's good to hear you say that, I just called Guy's uncle and asked to stay a few extra days." my eyes popped open and I saw him leaning against the doorframe with a grin on his angelic face.
"Read my mind did you?"
"I did."
Adam walked over the to sofa and picked up my legs to sit down. He rested my stocking feet in this lap and I stifled a giggle as he ran a finger along the soul, tickling them. I think Banksie maybe the only person in the world other then my mom that knows I'm ticklish on the bottom of my feet.
"You wanna laugh, I can feel it." He chimed smugly.
I kicked my foot playfully and chuckled.
"Would you stop?"
"Hmm, I'd love too, but it'll cost you."
"You're already entitled to half of everything I have, what more could you want?"
"Oh, I think a kiss should do it."
I blushed under his eyes like a silly schoolgirl and pursed my lips. He is a fantastic kisser. As his hand comes up to cup the side of my face I catch sight of the long scar on his right wrist and scowl. His body utterly perfect and unmarred other then that mark. Seeing it hurts me sometimes, knowing that I caused it. I should've been holding him the night he slit his wrist, not ignoring him.
Noticing the frown creasing my face he switched positions and brought up the other arm. Partly hidden beneath the long sleeve of his sweatshirt was an ace bandage. The same stretchy brown material he'd wrapped his wrist in during the JR. Goodwill Games. I hadn't noticed it earlier when we'd been cuddling in bed.
"What's that?" I pushed back the cuff of his shirt and rubbed my thumb gently over the fabric.
Adam shook his head. "Nothing, the cold's just making it a little stiff. I'm sure it'll be alright in a couple of days."
"How long has it been like this?"
My new husband exhaled hard and sat up. I could see him bite the inside of his cheek, a nervous habit he's had for years. "Just a few days. It's ok really, babe. If it doesn't start feeling better soon I'll go see a doctor."
"If you say so…"
I'd known Adam long enough to know when he was hiding something from me and the old Charlie, the one that hadn't been to anger management would've flown off the handle right then. The new and improved me didn't, I merely rolled my eyes and sighed. If I pushed it would lead to an argument and who wants to spend their honeymoon fighting?
I sat upright and kissed Adam's forehead and put my feet on the hardwood floor. My body was a bit stiff from lying on the couch so long and I had to stretch while I stood up. With a crack of my neck I left the room. 'Walk away from problems Charlie, leave if you can.' That's what my therapist had drilled into my head and then seemed as good a time as any to put it into action.
"Where are you going?" Banksie called after me.
"Just for a walk" I retorted, before going into the bedroom to slip some clothes on.
"Do you want me to come?"
"No, stay here, I'll be back."
As I walked out the back door onto the snow covered patio I had no idea where I was going. In truth I just wanted to get out of the cabin before something bad happened. It was too soon in the marriage to be fighting or arguing about anything. Beside, Adam was smart enough not to hide serious injuries anymore. Wasn't he? That's what I kept telling myself as I walked through the Christmas Village like scene in front of me. I just needed to blow off some steam, then I could return to my husband and everything would be okay.