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Chapter 10: A Little Too Much

—Sinbad's POV—

I continue to make my way around the shop, chatting with employees as we celebrate the new agreement with Heliohapt. Everyone is happy and excited. We all are relieved too. Things are looking good.

Now if only I could find Leila.

"Sin," says Salena, just the person to help me. "You have to come with me."

"And why is that," I tease. I can already see that Salena is very amused and happy.

"Leila's…you just have to come see," she says grabbing my hand.

I chuckle, but let her pull me through the crowd towards a quieter corner of the room. I smile upon seeing Leila, Maat, Amina, and Hinahoho all looking happy. Ja'far on the other hand looks frustrated.

"I found him," says Salena. I sit next to Leila as Salena makes Ja'far sit down, plopping next to him.

"Don't tell me you missed me," I tease noticing a light dusting of pink across Leila's nose and cheeks. She's probably had a little too much to drink.

"Maybe," she says before hiccuping. "Ja'far says I'm drunk." She hiccups again.

"Maybe a little," I tease. I look over and notice that her drink has been replaced with water. "Did you drink a lot?"

"No," she says. I raise an eyebrow.

"She's telling the truth," laughs Hina.

"Two glasses, and that's it," giggle Amina. She's probably a little tipsy too. Maat smoothly switches Amina drink out for water noticing the same thing.

"She's just a lightweight," says Maat. "It wasn't like she was drinking on an empty stomach either. We made sure she ate too."

"That's so cute," I tease. Leila sticks her tongue out at me.

"Someone has to be," she pouts. "You drink a lot."

"What can I say," I reply with a shrug and a smirk. Leila doesn't need to know why I do it. "You're cute when you're drunk."

"Tipsy," she pouts.

"Alright," I laugh, resting my arm over her shoulders.

I sit there enjoying the stories everyone shares as Leila scoots closer. Eventually more and more of my Household Members come over as well as Latif. It's a fun and relaxing night. It feels really good.

I turn towards Leila as she lets out another soft hiccup. She's really adorable right now.

"Why don't I get you into bed," I whisper to Leila.

"Do you ever behave," I nearly spit out my drink at that response.

"I didn't mean like-" I pause as she starts to giggle. "Very funny," I says with a glare, but I know I'm smiling. "You should probably sleep this off."

"But I'm having fun," she pouts.

"There will be plenty more celebrations," I assure standing up. "Come on." I take her hand and help her up. She's more stable than I would have thought.

"Leaving already," pouts Amina, who basically has Latif in a head lock. He doesn't look amused.

"While tipsy Leila's cute, she's had too much," I answer. "I'm going to get her situated into bed."

I guide her away after she waves goodbye to everyone. She's definitely not not a normal drunk, and is as steady on her feet as…well a normal person. Regardless though, I hold her hand the entire time.

"You're so overprotective," teases Leila, coming closer. "I'm okay, Sinbad."

"I've never seen you drink before," I whisper softly. "I don't know what kind of person you are when drunk. Last thing we need is an angry drunk."

"I don't think that's the type of drunk I'd be," she says with a giggle.

"You're right," I say, my arm wrapping around her waist. "You're probably a happy drunk."

"Or flirty," she tease, her lips brushing over mine. I smirk and peck her lips, but I'm not starting anything. "What a tease," she pouts.

"Not while you're tipsy," I tease. "I'd feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

"You wouldn't be," she replies calmly. "I still have to give you your gift," she says suddenly.

"It can wait," I say, ask she sticks her lower lip out to pout. "That's not going to work," I tease. "Besides, I though that wasn't my gift."

"N-No," She stutters, blushing even more. I kiss her lightly on the cheek, loving that I can fluster her. "Don't tease me like that."

"But that look on your face," I whine. She hides her face in my shoulder. "Okay, but then you need to get some sleep. I don't like you being tipsy."

"You drink more than I have ever been tipsy," she says, looking sad. "It makes me worry about you."

"You don't have to," I assure. "I know what I'm doing."

"Someone has to worry about you," she remarks. "Is it because of…everything."

"Sometimes," I say. "I don't have to though when you're here. You make things seem so much better."

"Why don't you talk to me about this," she asks. Her eyes look sad, but not the same as when we were younger. "Sin, You shouldn't keep it all bottled up."

"I know," I say. "I just don't like relying on you to help me with those feelings. You've been through enough as it is."

"Which is why I'm the best person to talk it out with," she replies. "I get it more than most people."

"Okay," I sigh. She looks at me with those metallic eyes, pleading for me to start. "I miss them. Mom and Dad."

"You never really talk about them," says Leila thoughtfully and gently. "Is that why?"

"Yes, but it's also guilt," I say softly. "For leaving Mom alone when she needed me and struggling to even remember what my Dad looked like."

"They aren't mad at you for any of that," replies Leila. "I really do get that, especially when thinking about Keket. She is so important and yet, I don't remember anything. But I guess nothing is easier than bits and pieces. You're Dad would just be proud of you. And the same goes for Esra."

"The last thing he told me was to take care of her," I whisper. "I didn't do that."

"That wasn't your fault," says Leila quietly. I look over and gently wipe the tears from her eyes. "You did you're best and that's all any parent would have ever wanted from their child."

"I hope so," I whisper. "Come on. We can talk about this later."

"Okay," she says, but she still seems worried.

I guide her into the room. Leila, being more practical, shares with Maat, Amina, and Salena even though I told Leila that she's always welcome to join me.

I just catch Leila as she trips a little, earning a chuckle from me.

"I guess I'm a little more affected than I thought," she says embarrassed. "I swear I'm not drunk though."

"Only someone who is drunk would insist so much," I tease. She pouts so I pull her into a deeper kiss. Her lips taste of the sweet wine she was drinking tonight. "It's cute though. I like that you need me to look out for you."

"Need is a strong word," she pouts.

"Sure," I tease. "It's okay though. I still like you."

"Sit," she instructs. I chuckle before sitting on her bed. I watch as she goes over to a trunk and start to move some things.

She really is beautiful, is just about all I can think as I study her. She's actually quite tall with an athletic build, long toned legs, a slightly rounded butt, and ample chest. Her skin, still littered with small scars and her tattoo is sun kissed now with a soft glow. Leila face has a sweet heart shape, which her loose curly hair frames perfects. A small straight nose and trim eyebrows help to frame her thickly lash lined, glittering eyes. Her lips are lush and pale pink in color.

"Sin," says Leila, hesitantly. I try not to come off as embarrassed, but I was hoping she wouldn't catch me. "You're staring," she says coming over with a wrapped box.

"It's hard to not stare," I remark as she sits next to me. I reach over and brush her silky, pale gray hair away from her face. My hand just brushes the soft skin along her jaw line causing her to shiver. "You're really beautiful," I whisper leaning closer. I run my thumb along the scar on her neck. I can feel the uneven skin under the pad of my finger. "You're beautiful and strong and smart and funny. Every time I look at you, I feel like I'm discovering something new and I love it."

I take my other hand and run in down along her side feeling her shift a bit.

"Like the fact that, this," I say moving my hand slowly towards her hip, "gets you excited. Or than you have a little scar here," I say my other hand just brushing the small half inch area of raised skin just below her left ear.

"I thought you were going to behave," she whispers. Her voice quivers, just slightly, but it's more anticipation than anything.

"That's right," I say, barely above a whisper my mouth nearly touching hers. I pull away as she looks at me with those metallic, rich, sparkling gray eyes. I can't help but chuckle at the glare she send at me.

"You tease," she says hitting my shoulder, but I'm laughing too much to care. "Here you go, you ass," she says handing me the box.

"I couldn't resist," I say leaning closer with a smile. I kiss her gently on the cheek. She sighs and pauses before smiling back at me.

"Open it," she urges. There's a little nervousness in her voice. I start to rip the paper, her fidgeting a little. "It's not as nice as what you got me, but I hope you like it."

"I'm sure it's perfect," I say glancing at her out of the corner of my eyes. She's bites her lip before hiding her face in her hands. "Don't be so nervous."

I take the lid off, shocked by what's inside. I slowly reach in and pick up the solid wooden frame, studying the drawing inside. I'm standing in the center, arms crossed over my chest smiling. I have to be sixteen in the picture based on the clothes. The people beside me though are what shocks me.

To my left in the drawing is my Mom. There's a soft smile on her face and this warmth in her eyes that I can practically feel. She's holding onto my arm. On the other side is my Dad. That broad smile that I do remember so well and a firm hand on my shoulder. He looks proud and happy and like he had just finished laugh at something, which wouldn't be far fetched if he was still here. They're both surround with this faint yellow glow.

"Leila…," I start not sure what to even say. I glance over and she's just peaking through her fingers now. "This is…I don't even know what to say. Did you draw this?"

"Yeah," she says shyly. I turn back towards the picture, studying every little detail Leila had drawn. This is exactly how Mom looked and the same goes for Dad based on the drawing Vartan had done and my memories. "I knew I wanted to do something for you, and I felt kind of bad about the books of drawings Vartan had. For me, it kind of gave me this comfort that Keket really did love me and gave me this connection to her. But the pictures of the whole group of us meant the most. There were a lot of drawings of your Dad and Mom, but none of the three of you, so…"

I pull Leila closer with one arm, the other hand still holding the frame. I hold her tightly against my chest, not sure how to really thank her.

"So…I guess you like it," says Leila, still sounding shy.

"Yeah," I say as she wraps her arms around me. I look at the picture again. I hope that this would be the look on their faces if they were here today. "Yeah. I really do." I smile a little to myself. "I told you it would be perfect."

—The Next Morning—

I stay in bed, looking at the drawing sitting on the bedside table. I know that Leila was nervous about it not being enough, but it's something I'll always treasure. The thought she put into it is amazing, let alone the actual drawing. She must have inherited that talent from Vartan.

I reach into the drawer though and pull out the paper hidden in the box along with the note. I reread the note from Salena telling me how she valiantly got this drawing into the box without Leila knowing. Apparently, Leila worked on this one for quite a while, but was to embarrassed to actually show anyone.

I put the note down and look at the drawing, another one I'll cherish. It's a drawing of Leila and I when we were still in Tison Village. I'm smiling at her as she is trying to not laugh or smile in the drawing, but it's tugging at the corners of her lips. I couldn't tell you what particular incident this was from, because there are a few. Every detail is just as perfect in this drawing. From the tattoo to Auntie and Mom in the background laughing at us. We did have some really good times there.

I sit up as there's a knock on the door and quickly put the two papers away. It's extremely early this morning, so I'm not sure who it is.

"Come in," I say, sitting up. I try to not laugh as a tired looking Leila walks in. She's dressed in nothing by my button down shirt. The sleeves are rolled part way up and the top three buttons are open. It is just barely long enough to cover part of her thighs. "Aw. What happened?"

"Ja'far yelled at me," she says coming over. She seems a little unsteady and dizzy. I scoot over and pull her to sit on the bed. With a gentle motion I get her to lay her head on my shoulder.

"You're very hungover," I chuckle. She pouts and lightly smacks my arm. "What's wrong?"

"Mainly a headache," she says quietly. "But I'm a little sore too."

"You're such a lightweight," I tease softly. "You can sleep in here if that helps." She mumbles a thank you into my chest. "I can't believe this is from only two drink."

"Five," whispers Leila. I raise a brow as she looks away blushing. "I was nervous about giving you your gift, so I had a few drinks before the party."

"I knew you were drunk and not just tipsy," I say quietly with a chuckle. She frowns and sticks her tongue out at me. "You're a wildly coherent drunk," I tease, before gently kissing her forehead.

"Funny," she pouts. Leila moves to curl up under the blankets. I should probably warn her. "How do you not feel like shit?"

"There was this truly beautiful girl," I say as she lays down on a fluffy pillow. "I didn't want to miss a moment of what she did, so didn't drink."

"Lucky you," says a tired sounding Leila. "I'm never drinking again. I really wasn't trying to get drunk. I made sure to eat and drink water."

"I guess you're just a lightweight then," I say moving to lay next to her. "I do have some things I need to do today. Do you want me to stay until you fall asleep though?"

"Please," she says, her cheeks with a faint pink coloring.

"Come here," I say turning onto my side.

She turns onto the same side and scoots back. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back against my chest. Her legs are smooth as they brush against my own bare legs. No surprise, but her skin is cool to the touch, but it's comforting in a way. I notice Leila tense a bit.

"Sin…"

"Yes…"

"I have a question."

"I have an answer."

"Are you naked?"

I pause a moment.

"Yes."

"I'm too tired to even respond to that," sighs Leila. I chuckle as she closes her eyes, getting sleepy and snuggling close. "I love you, Sin," she mumbles.

"Love you too," I whisper into her neck. "You definitely had a little too much last night." I lean up a little bit to see her face. She's peacefully asleep, breathing softly, her finger interlaced with him. "But I don't exactly mind this part."