I loved him so much! How could I have been mad at him? I had to be crazy to get that angry at such a sweet, gentle man. He was all mine now, and only mine. I had to make the best of that whether I liked it or not. For the rest of the day, he followed me around, not speaking. Whenever I needed to do anything, even if it was just open a door, he would do it for me.
"No, let me."
This was rather unnecessary. I didn't need help sitting down I thought, but I couldn't get mad at him. I had to tell him politely.
"Hey, come on now. I told you I forgive you. You don't have to do all of this."
He literally jumped back, a sympathetic look on his face. "Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to annoy you. Please don't be upset."
"No, I'm not upset. I just don't think that I need help with every single thing that I do." He put his head down and sighed a depressed sigh. "However, I will let you do those things for me. I'm not punishing you, but if you want to do that, you most certainly can. I'm surprised you are even feeling well enough."
"I'm not. I still don't feel very well at all. I just figured that I would do you a favor by doing those things for you. I want you to be happy with me."
"Oh, you aren't feeling well?"
He shook his head no. "Not at all."
"What's wrong?"
"I have a headache, and I feel sick to my stomach."
"Awwwwww, you poor thing. Come on, you are going back to bed."
"No, I'm fine. Just give me a little while. I want to help you." He was beginning to sound whiney, which for some reason I found surprisingly cute.
"Come on, I'll come with you. When one has a hangover, it's best to stay in bed and have someone to be there to take care of you. That's what I'm going to do. I'm going to be a good wife to you. Just promise me you will never do it again."
"Never."
I took him into his room, and I waited for him to be settled into bed before I sat down on it. For one of the first times ever, I put my hand on his head and stroked his hair gently. He let out a relieved sigh, which seemed to make him more comfortable.
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
"The last thing I remember was walking home… lighting a candle… and going on the roof. That's it."
"Oh, I figured that. Then you really were drunk when you said what you did to me."
"I said something to you? What was it?"
"Well, it sort of hit me when I heard the words 'lean back for me' that something was wrong."
"I really said that to you?"
"Yeah you did. Even started to push me back a little."
"I am so sorry. I feel really bad now. I seriously regret it. I ruined your whole night. Your special night." I could see the liquid in the bottoms of his eyes starting to slowly rise.
"It's ok. Calm down. Here, I'll go get you some coffee. Just try to stay in one piece for when I get back. You're going to need a whole lot of TLC, and I'm going to be the one to issue it."
He really smiled at that, and I walked out the door. I peeked around the corner and winked at him, and he smiled even wider.
I went into the kitchen and got him some coffee. I sprinkled some of my secret energy restoration powder into it, which I had made myself. I brought it in to him, and he drank it rather quickly. He sat up and went to get out of bed but I stopped him. "What do you need?"
"Well I just wanted to sit next to you is all."
"Well why didn't you just say so?" I went to the other side of the bed and climbed underneath the blanket. I went over and sat next to him under it, and he gave me a surprised smile.
"Are you cold?"
He hesitated a moment, then slightly nodded his head. "I suppose so, a little."
"Oh, come over here then. I'll warm you up."
"Really?"
"Yeah, come here you poor little guy. I'll help your headache too."
He came over, but seemed unsure of what he was going to do next. He just sat there, looking at me. Not just looking, but gazing. He was gazing so deeply into my eyes; it somehow brought me back to the day I had gotten the box of chocolates from him. I remembered how much I would like to know him. I never would have imagined marrying him.
He looked away from me, and the picture in my mind was lost. I told him to turn around with his back to me, so he did. He leaned back, and I put both hands on each side of his head. This always worked for headaches. I had to put both my hands on his temples, and I had to find the right amount of pressure to apply to them to make it feel good to him. It was obviously working because I could feel him relaxing beneath my touch.
"Oh, my poor little hung-over husband. I think his tolerance for alcohol isn't as strong as he thought it was. But he looks really cute when he's hung-over."
I received no response. The poor guy fell asleep right where he was; in my lap.
"Yes, just sleep my baby. Rest your eyes and sleep."
