I love you guys. You are my best friends. I don't know if I have ever told you that, but you are. You make my horrifically horrible days so much better, I just read your feedback and it is like, everything just goes away. Thank you for the kind words about my personal life, I wish that I could inform you that it is better, but honestly, it's not. Maybe some day... =/ But thank each and every one of you for being there.
This chapter isn't as emotional as the last, in fact there is like no Emily what so ever in this! Yay! It's pretty much just a lot of fluff, I'm giving the girls some alone time together because I think that they deserve it. So there is happiness and then they are also tears and determination and secrets. The usual. Just always remember 'secrets don't make friends', maybe someone should tell our ladies that? (;
Rosie's P.O.V
"Nothing in life can prepare a heart for the power of love, nor can anything replace it. Delicious. Messy. Alchemy." -Jennifer Nettles
Our bedroom smells like sex. I know that it is not something that a queen should be thinking about, but as I slowly feel myself begin to awake, that is all that I can think about. Last night was amazing, yet terrifying at the same time. I have never been so close to losing her before, I have never been so scared that I was going to watch her walk out the door, get in a plane and fly a million miles away from me. I do not know what is going through her head lately, the insecurities that she has for Emily and I are exceeding what I ever thought they were and it is to the point where I am curious if it is even logical to listen to her anymore. Whilst, I understand her fear over the looming friendship between the two of us, I married her and I do not regret that. Not for a second.
The Egyptian cotton sheets are wrapped around my body tightly and I smirk as the actions of last night play through my head like a beautiful movie. She was the sweetest love that I had ever known, the only person that could make me tremble with just a soft touch, the only person who can steal my breath with a smile. I may be a little biased given the fact that she was my first. My first kiss. My first love. My first time. My first everything. Yet, when I saw her the night of homecoming I knew that I did not want to be with anyone but her. She could have died that night and she would have, if I had not figured out the plan. I was always curious how she could be so selfless but now I understand because I, too, would give my life for her.
I pulled the white sheet up over my face to hide the smile that stretched from one side to the other. I feel like a giddy little girl, still nervous, still amazing, still wanting to say all of the right things to make sure that this feeling never ends. I have been with her for such a long time, yet I am still afraid of doing something that sends her running and I had been blissfully unaware that my relationship with Emily may do just that. It is times like these when I wonder what I am afraid of losing most: Costa Luna or Carter? Costa Luna was who I was yet Carter is everything that I am, Costa Luna is all that I have left of my father yet Carter is the only person that I want to live for. I know eventually the time will have to come when I must make a decision between the two, but the time was not now, not with General Kane's daughter proposing such a threat to all of our lives. I still can not understand how someone could be so selfish, how some girl that has not even met me, is threatening to take away the only life I know. How could she possess such a serious threat to not only I nor Costa Luna but Carter as well?
I can not stop thinking about what Thomas said earlier, of how there was so much going on in Carter's head that she would never tell me of. I know that she would never keep things from me on purpose, for she had always been honest and open, yet I can not stop wondering exactly whyshe had chosen to tell Thomas instead of me. Did she not think I would understand? Well, maybe I would not. She had given up her entire life to move here to Costa Luna with me, now she was equal to the thrown, she had to protect me from this incoming invader that we know nothing of and protect this country as well, without her father. I was aware that the anniversary of his death was looming closely and I was only curious if that was also what was plaguing her mind as of late. After seeing her last night, curled up on the bed with a look that even I could not recognize in her eyes, I was painfully aware of how very little I knew of my wife.
The door squeaks open softly as a quiet giggle escapes from her body and I smirk from under the cotton sheets. She had never truly been very good at making her presence unknown, for she was never the most graceful type to begin with. Hearing her stumble around the room now, takes me back to the night that she crept down the hallway to be with me even though my mother strictly told us that we were to be in bed by ten o'clock. She had been so very clumsy that night, tripping over her own feet as she closed my door behind her with a quiet laugh; I can still feel her in my arms, I can still smell the scent of her sweet perfume she wore that night. Hearing her shuffling feet against our hardwood flooring suddenly made me feel very much of seventeen years old again. She quiets a laugh as she steadies herself near my bed, sitting something down upon the night stand before she straddles herself upon my waist. I swallow the laugh as she pulls the sheet from my head, her dark brown eyes colliding hard with my own and I struggle to catch the breath that she had unknowingly taken away from me. She smiles bashfully at me, mysteries written in the swirls of her eyes, words that she would never say to me, so many things that I would never know but oddly, I was okay with that.
"I told Sophia that you were not still asleep. She told me that I had at least another half hour to finish your breakfast but clearly I know you better than she does," She chuckles, quite proud that she knew me better than my own mother. Staring up at her, I recall the way that her body swayed against mine last night, just as innocently as the night that we shared our first dance as a married couple to the exact same song. It had been so innocent that night, with tears in her eyes, she whispered about how beautiful I was in my wedding dress and I tried to not acknowledge the break in her voice as I complimented her as well. It does not seem as if we have been together as long as we have, but watching her now, I realize that forever would come far to fast with her.
"How could I sleep without you? How could I forget about what happened last night?" I smirk and she raises her eyebrow with a devious chuckle. She had been the first person that I had sex with, the first person that I let down my walls for and I tried to pretend that I was not scared, even though my body trembled every time that she touched me. I remember that it was storming that night, we had just had the biggest fight only a few days before, neither one of us had spoke to one another in days. Then she shows up outside my door, drenched from the thundering sky that rumbled above us and she told me that she loved me, it was always over from the beginning with her.
"Last night was special. It was amazing. I-I....it takes a lot for me to let down my walls like that. And after seeing you with Emily...they just...they start crumbling. I saw it all going away. Our love. My life. Nothing would ever matter if you weren't with me. Then seeing you, here, asking me to dance and hearing you tell me about how much you loved me....I'm not usually like this with any one, Rosie. But you're...you're different. You make me sound like a washed up hallmark card and I kinda like it," She grins with a simple batting of her eyelashes and it caused my heart to come to a beating stop. I reach forward, allowing my fingers to slip through her silky brunette curls and I watch as she gnaws softly on her bottom lip.
"You always were an in closet romantic. You still are. You just think it makes you seem weak if you say what you are feeling, you always have been that way. You think that you have to be this tough girl who keeps everything inside because if you do not, then you are weak and you are just as much as an emotional wreck as every one else. And Joe taught you to be more than that, more than normal. But you know what? As hard as it is to get you to let down your walls, I love you even more when you do," I explain and I watch as the smile plays at her perfect lips. She presses her lips carefully against mine, smiling deeply into the kiss and when she pulls away, it as if she has taken my heart straight out of my chest.
"You are the only person who can say things like that and make me feel like some type of giddy little school girl who just got a wink from her crush. You make me feel so much more than Donny or Ed ever could have. And no matter what happens now, I always want you to know that. I always want you to know that you mean the world to me," She whispers into another kiss, but I am the one to pull away with a wrinkled brow.
"No matter what happens now?" I ask in confusion and she shakes her head, pushing her lips against mine to stop me from talking. I kiss her back half heartily before she pulls away with an innocent sparkle in her eyes and the gears in my head softly begin to turn as I try to figure out all the secrets that she is keeping from me, how they are woven in a web that could ultimately lead to our demise.
"Listen, I talked to Sophia and Emily and they are willing to let you have today off. They said that you deserved a day just to yourself and if any pressing matters presented themselves that they would give us a call. So, I was wondering if I could still take you up on that offer about making a day just for the two of us? Remember, you said that it doesn't matter what we do, as long as we are together?" She asks and I stare up at her, still trying so desperately to figure her out and she smirks with a grin, "do you want to go on a date with me, Rosalinda Mason?" I roll my eyes with a quiet chuckle, biting my bottom lip before I softly nodded my head.
"Yes, I would like that very much," I reply and I watch as she nods her head with a bashful smile. I knew that there would always be so much about Carter that I would never understand, so much that she would never tell me, but staring into her dark brown eyes now, I could not help but feel worried. Worried for what would become of my country. Worried of what would become of my family. But more importantly, I am worried of what will become of Carter and I with this imposing secret that she refuses to tell me. She lays down on top of me, placing her chin upon my chest as she looks up from behind her curls and she reminds me so much of the teenage girl dressed in an Caribbean blue dress at homecoming.
"Good because I didn't just make you breakfast in bed because it was romantic. I was hoping that it would convince you to leave the title of Queen behind for a day and just concern yourself of being with me," She whispers and I wrinkle my brow as I glance at the wooden tray that was sitting on the night stand next to me. It was decorated with napkins, toast, eggs, a glass of orange juice, a plate of pancakes and I can not stop the child like smile from appearing on my face and I hear her laugh quietly.
"You cook?" I exclaim in surprise and she laughs.
"Well don't sound all surprised. Dad and I weren't complete barbarians, we didn't always eat junk food. I do know how to cook, I just don't do it very often," She replies and I run my fingers through her hair, pulling her close to me.
"You made me breakfast?" I ask, still in surprise and she nods her head, with an innocence sparkle in her eyes. There was so much that she kept behind her walls, so much that she would never let any one but me see and I hated to know that people were missing out on such an amazing person. I hated the way that Brooke sneered at her at Prom when she entered with our fingers intertwined, I hated the way that people like Donny dismissed her as being simply 'bait girl' because she was far much more than that.
"You know that I would do anything for you, including risk my life over a steaming hot stove or in front of swinging blades. Not just because it's my job but because I love you. And even if I die, I'm always going to love you more than any one," She mumbles and I blink back the tears in my eyes. I had always known that it was a possibility that one day I would watch her give her life for me, but once the thought was actually appeared in my mind, I could not stop myself from becoming wrapped up in the possible reality of it. She sighs as she brushes away the stray tear that is escaping down my cheek and my heart screams for nothing more than the taste of her sweet lips against mine.
"You are not going to die. I will not let you. Do you hear me, Carter Mason? You are never going to leave me here to do this alone, okay? Because I can not. I need you. I need you here. With me. Every single day from now until forever. Nobody is going to take you away from me, not Emily, not this stranger that we know nothing about. I love you and I am not about to lose you just yet, I am not ready to be without you," I cry and suddenly her lips are colliding with my own. She opens her mouth to deepen the kiss as she pushes my arms above my head and I chuckle in the kiss as I change our positions so that I am above her and she giggles softly.
"Our date?" She mumbles in a kiss and I smile against her lips.
"Starts right now," I grin as I pull the sheets over our heads, pinning her arms above her head as our fingers quickly intertwine around one another. She wrinkles her nose with a soft laugh before our lips find their way together again, moving together as if they were alive to music, knowing when to push for more and when to break for air. Our legs become a tangled hot mess as we slowly begin to lose ourselves in each other, and I am fully aware of how bittersweet, how perfect this moment is. How I want nothing more than Carter Mason for the rest of my life.
I could not help but feel like I was back in Louisiana with Joe and Carter as I made my way through the abundance of trees and bushes. Wearing Carter's faded blue jeans, converses and beat up baseball shirt, I feel nothing of a princess but very much of that as her wife. I recall the first time that I saw her enter our bedroom, wearing clothes such as these and I could not help but wonder why she was not wearing such fine dresses as I was accustomed to? For she was beautiful, like a princess, she was kind and caring, like a princess as well so I could not understand the reason why she did not wear such beautiful dresses and present herself in a royal fashion as I was taught. Then I suddenly realized that Carter was not the type for dresses, not the type for being girlie, or royal or concerned about her looks or what others thought about her, and that was truly what I loved about her. She is far much more than any one would ever see her being and she was mine, forever.
Her hand fits perfectly within mine as she clutches the picnic basket in the other, humming softly to a song that I do not recognize. We walk in sync together, each movement like a perfectly skilled artistic stroke against a blank canvas and I hide the smile that is playing at my lips when I feel her tracing the lines against my palm. The lines that wove together perfectly, just like the two of us. I notice the way that her hair is pushed up in a messy pony tail, the way that the sparkling sun of Costa Luna lights up against her tan and I can not help but feel my heart flutter at the sight of her beauty. She would never admit it, obviously, but she was the type of beauty that words could never capture.
I smile bashfully as the lake appears in front of us, shaded by a tree that is covered with orange and red tinted leaves. Most people know not that this lake exists, except for Carter and I, and I am glad that we are the only two who share this memory. I hear her chuckle beside of me as we come to a stop in front of the tree, both of us gazing at the beauty that is spread out in front of us. She gives my hand a soft squeeze as I catch her gaze and my breath becomes lost somewhere between my lungs and my chest.
"It's our place," She whispers softly as she sits the basket down upon the grass. She pulls out a blanket as she spreads it out beneath the tree, causing the wrinkles to disappear with a warm laugh. She slowly stands, brushing her hands on her jeans as she stares out at the lake that is decorated in an exceptional shade of blue. I watch her carefully, noticing every perfect feature upon her gorgeous face and I know that Joe would be proud of the woman that she has become today.
"Yes. It truly is ours. Our little corner of the world. Free from Emily, General Kane's daughter and every thing else that threatens our happiness," I whisper softly, blinking back the tears in my eyes. It does not seem like our entire world is being threatened, that at any moment everything could fall apart for the both of us, it does not seem like our lives could be over by one sling of a sword, one shot of a gun. For standing here, with her, it seems as if everything is perfect, as if everything has finally came together, as if everything has a purpose.
"Go ahead. Jump in. It's waiting for you," She beams and I chuckle as I toss my hair up in a pony tail like hers. I slowly take a few steps forward as I stand on the edge of a large rock, staring at the water that is alive with the golden sun. I play softly with the golden ring upon my left finger before I felt her arms around my waist, she places a soft kiss in the crook of my neck, just enough to steal my breath and allow me to swallow the moan in my throat. She laughs softly before she gives me a soft push and I felt the water surround me. I felt the pressure against my chest as I sink slowly into the water before I push myself up, breaking through the surface with a soft gasp. My eyes quickly find her, standing on the same rock, her arms resting tightly at her side and I am instantly taken back to the time that we were first here.
"Come on! It will be fun!" I exclaim, floating in the cool summer water, the brisk breeze blowing through my damp hair. Carter is standing stiff on the rock, her eyes frozen in fear as she stares at the water. She scans her surroundings before her wide eyes meet mine and it is the first time that I truly realize that she is afraid. I had seen Carter be a lot of things in the time that I knew her, I have seen her be brave, annoying, strong, frustrating but I have never seen her be afraid of anything before, especially water.
"I-I-I-I can't. I can't do it. I'm sorry. I-I can't," She stutters, her voice weak and child like, and my heart breaks for her. I now wish that I had not brought her here for our date, I wish that I had taken her dancing, or shopping, or to the movies, anything but to this lake where she is clearly afraid of something that I am not aware of.
"Hey, you will be okay. I promise," I say, pushing myself closer to her but she still remains, frozen in her own fear. I stare up at her, as the sun brings her beautiful features to life and I have never been more in love with her more than I am at this moment in time, "what is wrong, Carter?" I ask and her eyes collide quickly with mine and it steals my breath and stops my heart. She blinks back the tears in her eyes, opening her mouth as she takes a long breath inward, swallowing the cry that is clearly evident in her voice.
"M-my mom. Uh, she drowned, Rosie. She was working at the bait shop one day and she was carrying in one of those large boats to repair and she slipped," I gasp inwardly as I watch her struggle to finish the rest of the story, "t-they say that she hit her head on the dock and that there would have been no way that she could survived that blunt force trama but s-still, I was four years old and all I could think is that the water took my mommy away. Dad...he uh..he tried to teach me how to swim but every time that I got anywhere close to the water, I would freak out and I...I...I can't do this. I can't..I'm sorry. I know that you really want me to but I can't get in there with you. Not after...I can't." She explains, the tears flooding down her cheeks and I shake my head, pushing the stray wet strands behind my ear.
"I will not let anything to happen to you. I will not. You will be fine, I will make sure of it. I understand that you are afraid, I do not blame you. When you lose a parent, it is always going to stay with you, trust me, I know that better than any one. But I also know what it is like to run from your fears. You can not run from this forever, because it will always find you and in the end it will lead to your demise. You are more this fear, Carter. So much more. I promise that I will protect you, I will save you, I will make sure that you are okay. I will make sure that nothing will happen to you. You just have to ask yourself how much do you trust me?" I explain and she stares at me for a moment, the tears still flooding down her cheeks. She swallows hard as she takes a step back before she allows herself to fall into the water with a splash. I watch as she falls downward into the water, I wait for a moment, watching as she floats for a moment before she bursts through the top of the water with a cough and a laugh.
"Rosie?!" She calls out in a panic and I chuckle with a smile.
"I am right here. I am always right here," I exclaim and she pushes herself toward me, wrapping her arms around my neck as we float in silence, "you trust me?" She gnaws on her bottom lip nervously before she softly nods her head with a smile.
"With all of my heart. I know that you won't let anything happen to me, you won't let me get hurt, it's not what a princess does," She mumbles and I chuckle as I press my lips softly against hers.
"It is not what someone who is in love with you does either," I chuckle before I felt her lips against mine once again.
She continues to stand there, staring out at the water with a squint as the breeze blows against the stray curl that is brushing against her cheek. I can tell that she is just as nervous as she was the day that she first jumped into the water, the fear is still etched in the dark brown swirls of her eyes, I can hear her heart still skipping a beat when she comes close to the cool water. Her eyes quickly meet mine as she lets out a shiver, rolling her shoulders, closing her eyes for a moment. My jaw locks tightly as I watch her with worried eyes, like a mother watching her child jump into the pool for the very first time, but there was more on the line for Carter and I, than the mother and the child. Suddenly, she pushes herself forward, tucking her knees under her as she splashes into the water, ripples surrounding me. There is silence for a moment before she appears at the top of the water with a gasp before she swims over to me with a bright smile.
"I am always going to protect you," I whisper, counting the swirls in her eyes and she beams with an innocent smile. I watch her in the water, so alive, so unafraid of the fact that her life could be over in a matter of moments because of some girl that neither one of us aware of who she may be. It does not seem right that I could lose her to someone does not even know the love the two of us share, that I could lose her because someone is selfish and is not even aware of exactly what Costa Luna means to me.
"It's myjob to protect you. You don't have to protect me, I can protect myself, you know? I've been doing it for quite a while now and I've been doing a pretty good job at protecting the both of us," She chuckles against my lips as she softly kisses me and I pull away with a bashful smile. I brush her stray curl behind her ear, allowing my fingers to linger against her cheek longer than I should have and both us become caught up in the passionate desire that rushes through our veins for one another.
"Some day you are going to need to be rescued, Carter. And I'm going to be there. Always," I smile and she nods her head with a soft laugh before I felt her lips against mine and it does not take me long to start kissing her back. Both of us, caught in the moment as we float together, our bodies touching as the warm sun of Costa Luna sparkles down upon us, both of us lost in the innocence of loving one another.
Both of us are spread out on the red blanket, telling stories about our lives together, about how Joe caught the two of us kissing one day and nearly had a heart attack. We talked about Prom, how beautiful we both looked, how we were very much princesses in our own way. We talked about my mother, how we both feared that she would never accept the way that the two of us felt about each other, that Costa Luna would become a distant memory of my past because I was not the type of leader that they were used to. We talked about future together, how we were going to grow old together, about our children and how nothing was better than the love that the two of us shared.
I watch as she laughs at the memory of Chelsea's face when I won Homecoming Queen, the way that her face comes to life and that child like wonder once again appears in her eyes. Sometimes with Carter, it is so easy to forget that I am the Queen of Costa Luna, it is easy to forget that my entire world could be ripped away by someone that I have never even met, it is easy to forget that I have everything that I ever worked for because she is all that I ever wanted. She takes a sip of her Coca-Cola as she stares out at the empty land that is silent, except for a few birds chirping in the trees that surround us.
"You know what would make this day even better?" She asks and I shake my head in confusion. She smiles, the water droplets in her hair sparkling like gold as she rummages through the basket and pulls out a knife. The gleam of the sunlight bounces across the blade, causing me to squint before I struggle to speak at the fact that she carries this around with her.
"Do you..um...do you always carry that around?" I stutter and she nods her head with a smile.
"You never know when danger is going to present itself. I have to be able to protect you at every occasion, no matter when or where it may be," She states as if she is reading it from one of her various books. I know that this job is everything that she ever wanted out of life, that it is the only thing that she truly has left iof her father but I wish that she would give it up. I know that she is not only protecting me because it is her job, but she is doing it because she is my wife and that is what scares me. It scares me to know that she would fight someone with such passion, such anger, to know that she would stop nothing to make sure that I was safe.
"Okay but why here? What danger presents itself here?" I ask and she rolls her eyes.
"Oh gee, I don't know, Rosie. Bears? Snakes? A crazed hunter? A wild stampede of deer? You never know what is going to happen, that is why it is dangerous. If you knew that someone was going to try to kill you at three o'clock tomorrow, you would be prepared and your life would not be at risk. Because it is unpredictable, that is why it is dangerous and that is why I always carry this around with me. I am not going to let something, like a wild deer, take you away from me," She teases with a smile and I can not stop the laughter from escaping from my own lips as well. She slowly stands, brushing her hands off on her jeans before she stands in front of the tree. I slowly stand as well, watching as she pats on the tree before she presses the blade against the bark, creating a perfect heart. Her initials go in first, I chuckle before they are followed by a plus sign and then my own. It was so cliche, so right out of a movie, but it did not stop my heart from swelling with the utmost amount of love for her.
"Look. There you go again, being a romantic," I point out and she shrugs her shoulders with a warm smile. She turns to me, pressing her back against the tree as I wrap my arms around her neck, pulling her close to me and I shiver when I felt her breath against my face. I play softly with the curl that is escaping from her messy pony tail, counting every time that my heart beats for her and I have forgotten about every thing that has brought us to this point. I forget about my mother, about General Kane and his daughter, I forget about Emily and I am only concerned about the beautiful woman in front of me.
"Only for you. Don't tell nobody though. I have a rep to keep up. If any body finds out that I am actually sweet and emotional, well then, they are just not going to be as afraid of me as they are when they see me chasing them with this knife in my hand. But you know me, and you know that I will always be this mushy little hot mess of a girl for you," She explains with a bashful smile and it stops my heart in my chest. I shake my head with a soft breath outward, how was it possible that she could steal my heart in the simplest ways?
"You know it is not so bad. It makes you so much more beautiful to me, it makes me love you so much more because I know that you are not ashamed of what we have," I say and her face hardens, her eyes flush with a passionate fire that cuts me to the core and it takes everything that I have to find that breath that I left far behind me all those years. She cups my face in her hands as she pushes her lips against mine forcefully, before she pulls away, her eyes still hot with passion.
"I never was ashamed of you. Of us. And I never will be. I love you, please tell me that you know that even though I don't always say it or show it," She demands and there is anger within her, so much so that it scares me. I can only nod my head before she wraps her arms around me, pulling me hard against her and I am so scared of what has pushed her here that I can only hug her back, softly patting her back. She sighs quietly with a sniffle before the ringing of her phone interrupts our moment and she curses as she pulls it out of her pocket and presses it to her ear.
"Mason. Yes, Director. No, she is safe, no threats have presented thyself since you gave me the news. I have been searching, I can't find anything in Costa Luna about General Kane's daughter, although I am trying. Yes, I understand. Um, yeah. I am prepared. Okay, yes, I'll make sure of it. Thank you, Director," She closes her phone as she takes in a long breath before she turns back to me, a fake smile plastered on her perfect face and I try to ignore the fact that she has tears in her eyes.
"Let me guess, you can not tell me, can you?" I ask and I know that it is killing her to keep things from me. I know that her job calls for it, I am aware that Joe never told her of her missions, including my own, he never told her of what he had to do to protect the innocent but sometimes, I wish that she would break the rules, just this once, for me. She shakes her head as she steps toward me, trying so hard to pretend as if nothing was wrong, unaware that I was reading every tear that was in her dark brown orbs.
"I'm sorry, hun. I wish that I could but it's in my contract. But I promise you, that there is nothing to worry about. As long as I am here, you have absolutely nothingto worry about, okay?" She explains and I simply nod my head in understanding. She sighs as she slips down in front of the tree, pulling her knees up to her chest, staring absently out at the lake. I watch her for a moment before my eyes land on the freshly carved heart with our two initials and my fingers softly trace the C.M. I wish that I could make this easier for her, that I could make her life less chaotic, that I could take her place but I also know, that even if I was not the Queen of Costa Luna, she would still be like this, because it was who she was. I sit down beside of her, allowing myself to succumb to the same position that she was in and I steal a glance at her beautiful face.
"Thank you for today, Carter," I mumble and it catches her attention as she stares at me, quite confused from my statement.
"I know that the Director probably did not agree with you taking me away from the palace, that there is more danger presenting herself here than back there but we needed this. After Emily, after....everything that has happened lately, it reminded me of the person that I used to be, of the person that I want to be in ten years. I do not always want to be Queen of Costa Luna, I want to be your wife. I want to fight along aside you against the world, no matter who or what presents itself. I love you. Always. Even if you can not tell me what the Director tells you, even if I wake up in the middle of the night to find you gone on some secret mission and I have to explain to your little girl why you are not here. Even if you think that Emily is a monster that will wreck our marriage and even if you find some kind of comfort in Thomas that you can not find in me, I love you all the same. Even if it seems that Costa Luna comes first or that I do not want to be with you, it's not true. Because I want to be with you forever. I am going to love you forever. No matter what that takes." I explain, the tears in my eyes and I watch as they slip from her own. She pulls me into her side as she places a wet kiss upon my forehead, tears streaming down her perfect cheeks.
"I love you too, Rosie. More than you will ever know," She exclaims and I nod my head as I slowly give into the silence. I close my eyes, listening to the soft pattern of her beating heart, of the sound of her even breaths, of the calming wind that brushes around us. She plays with my hair for a while and when she thinks I am asleep, I hear her whisper, "I'm going to make sure that everything is okay again, even if it is the last thing that I ever do." She mumbles with a break in her voice before she allows the cry to escape and my heart twists like a knife in my chest. Exactly what is my wife keeping from me? Why does she not trust me enough to tell me what is breaking her heart?
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