The house was plunged into darkness when they arrived. Julia came in, followed closely by George, who closed the door behind them.
-You can go back to the police station George, Julia whispered a weary voice, I am fine.
-Inspector Brakenreid asked me to stay with you tonight madam.
-George, the young woman sighed, closing her eyes, please. I would like to be alone.
-But I can not, Doctor, said the young man meeting her eyes, I want to stay, I beg you.
After a few seconds passed in silence, Julia just nodded before heading toward the stairs.
-There is a free room upstairs if you want to rest.
-The sofa will go very well, timidly replied George.
-As you wish, Julia whispered, I will still pick you up pillows and a blanket. You can go for tea and make yourself at home if you need anything at all.
George nodded and then Julia got a heavy step on the stairs. He watched her go before heading to the living room. He had been invited several times to his friends and he knew the place. He turned on the light entering the room and walked around at a glance. Then, as without realizing it, he walked to the fireplace on which were some photographs. He saw the parents of the young woman, standing upright and proud in their wedding clothes. There was a photograph of Miss Ruby, another of William and Susannah Murdoch still children, and in the center, in a gilt frame, wedding photo of Detective Murdoch and Dr. Ogden. George looked at the photograph a long time looking at all the laughing faces, remembering that unforgettable day. He remembered how his friend and mentor was happy that day. He sighed deeply before hearing a fabric rustling behind him. He turned and locked Julia's eyes. She smiled shyly and his heart clenched in his chest.
-Here George, she said, advancing towards him an armful of pillows and blankets, I hope it will be alright for you.
-This will be perfect Madam, replied the young man, taking them to come put it on the sofa.
-If you want to eat something you can use the kitchen, Julia whispered, I will lie down a bit.
-You should rest and sleep a few hours.
-I can not, Julia whispered, feeling a tear born in her eyes, thank you George, thank you for staying.
-You are welcome.
She smiled at him shyly again and left the room without looking back, under the loving gaze of the young man who prepared his bed a second after. He turned off the great light to put the little lamp located next to the sofa. He slipped into the covers and threw another look to photography a step further. Yes, the wedding day of Detective Murdoch they were all so happy, and that night, they were all so sad to have lost him.
Julia had regained the small bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. She had taken care to undress, to brush her hair and she met her gaze in the mirror. She then froze, noticing how her face was drawn, her eyes swollen and bruised lips. William loss does not just read in her attitude, but also on her body. She sighed deeply and she placed a trembling hand her hairbrush on her table, biting her lip to keep from crying again. She would not cry, she just wanted to forget. Emotion won her again and yet she did not let her take over. Without realizing it, her eyes fell on her closet where she kept some medicines, bandages and herbs because it often happened that her husband does not show reckless and she must treat his return from the police station . So Julia always kept a handy pharmacy. She gently lifted to open a drawer, looking for something that could relieve her, make her forget the pain she felt. Her eyes fell on a syringe she took a few seconds in her hands before raising the sleeve of her nightgown. She looked for a vein and pricked inside without any hesitation. She injected the full dose before removing the syringe and place a cotton. Then she left the room. She already felt a dizziness arriving in the bedroom, a sign that the drug was effective. Her fingers tightened on a cloth lying on the chair next to the bed. She looked down, smiling tenderly seeing that was there, the shirt that William had intended to put the morning but that their exchanges had too offended that he still wants to do after. Julia wore the cloth to her face and inhaled deeply the smell that emanated from , William's. She was taken by another dizzyness and she opened her eyes again. She removed her nightgown and she dropped it on the chair to pass the shirt of William. Julia stumbled into bed. She slipped in and she turned out the light. She shoved her face in the pillow on which she rested her head, this pillow that kept the scent of William, she brought the sheet up over her face, the cloth he used to put on his body. Julia closed her eyes, totally enveloped by the scent of the man she loved, not lying on the side of the bed she held very rarely, feeling sleep win as she imagined close to him, William, the man who missed her so much and that she loved even more.
That morning
The young woman was awake for a few minutes already. She tried to get up and get dressed, but her husband still asleep against her did not seem to let her escape. She then tenderly smiled at how hard his arm was tied around her waist. She could not help looking at him with interest, letting her fingers travel on his chest, shoulder, neck, chin, cheek to his temple to come stroking his dark hair. William muttered in his sleep, but yet he did not wake up. Julia smiled again and she began to wake him by the sweetest way that it was. She put many kisses on his skin, before arriving at his lips and she lingered longer. When she felt the tongue of William slip on her lips, she knew he was finally awake. He pulled her against him, laying his hand on the small of her back and a second later their tongues danced a long sensual struggle. They parted to catch their breath, crossing their eyes and exchanged a shy smile.
-Good morning Detective, Julia murmured, stroking the rough cheek of William.
-Good morning Doctor, he replied in the same tone before placing one of her hair behind her ear, you are so beautiful this morning, he continued watching with interest.
-Mmmh, only this morning then? She replied teasingly.
-You are more beautiful than yesterday but less than tomorrow.
-Oooh, William, Julia threw laughing, how you can be romantic.
She placed a tender kiss on his lips before getting up quickly to join the boudoir adjacent to the room. Yet she left the door open.
-Do you want that we lunch together today? She threw in the next room.
-I am afraid to not have time, said William, sitting on the edge of the bed, the case is far from being finished.
-And do you not have time for lunch with your lovely wife?
-I am dying to do, William muttered, looking down at his lap, more than anything else Julia, he added to himself.
-I understand, replied the young woman entered the room again wearing just her stockings, her corset and her hair yet down, but I hope you get back early for dinner at least.
William did not answer, devouring eyes just a few seconds before getting up in one jump to kiss her passionately.
-Not that it displeases me William, Julia sighed in catching her breath still in his arms, but do you think this is the right time for this?
-I have the feeling to not show you enough how much I love you.
-Well I would say that you do on average four times a week when you are not too tired and sometimes several times a night, Julia said looking up at the ceiling.
-Yes but ... that is not enough, we make love, we spend time together, I tell you I love you but I wish I could do more, so you know how much you how important you are and...
-I do not need more William, cut Julia putting her finger on his lips, you overwhelm me with joy every day.
He did not answer and tenderly put his forehead against hers, stroking her back from top to bottom while Julia stroked his hair. They stayed a few minutes before the young woman spoke again in her ear.
-We should dress us if we do not want to be late at work.
William nodded and they separated. However, Julia did not return in the boudoir and grabbed William's shirt she put on her shoulders. She turned to her husband smiling as he raised an eyebrow at the ceiling.
-This shirt belongs to me young lady, are you aware that theft is punishable by law?
-Well, arrest me Detective, Julia retorted before running off to the boudoir.
But William was faster and caught her when she walked past him. He violently pulled her against him and as a result of the shock they both fell on the bed. He held her by the hips, lying on top of her while she was laughing, throwing her head back.
-No Detective, I am innocent, I swear, she says laughing, release me.
She continued laughing and William did the same by looking her in detail for several seconds. Julia cried when she looked down at him and stifled another laugh.
-What? She said, stroking his cheek while smiling. Why do you look at me that way?
-You are really beautiful this morning, William replied simply by kissing her passionately.
-I think we are going to be late today, Detective, she sighed, eyes closed, feeling the kisses of her husband lost in her neck.
To be continued...