Aurora
Abuzzofawarenesszips through my sleepy haze with the help of my alarm clock.
“Sava?” I extend my arm, looking for Severin to make sure he was doing all right. But my hand pats once, twice, and nothing.
“Sava?” My eyes snap open as I jump into a sitting position, looking around but the room is empty.
Severin! Where did he go? He shouldn’t be walking around the house alone right now. And Emett! “Oh God!”
What time is it? I overslept! When’s the last time I overslept?
My sweet sleep long forgotten, I jump out of bed and discover that I’m as naked as the day I was born. One quick glance at the heap of clothes on the floor, and I know none of them are reusable. At least not now.
I throw on Sava’s shirt I wore last night before he demanded there be nothing between us when we slept. That man…
Hurriedly, I rush into the bathroom, taking care of business and washing up, and I realize I can’t go out there in just a shirt.
I need some kind of shorts or sweats, seeing as he destroyed my panties and the leggings are in a less than desirable stateright now. Stepping into his huge walk-in closet, I start opening each drawer in hopes of finding something but stop short almost immediately when I open the very first one and find three pairs of very familiar, very lacy and sheer panties in it.
What…how could…
My mouth drops as I lift it and realize I’m right. These are my panties. The ones I’ve been looking for, for a month now.
“How in the…” The memory catches up with me.
That first time Sava came to my rescue when Aaron was there, when he destroyed our house, and my underwear was strewn around the room. This specific purple pair was thrown over the side lamp. I remember it now. But there are two more pairs that weren’t there that day. So, he must’ve grabbed them during his other stalker visits.
“You panty-stealing…”
I grasp the lacy material in my hand and stomp out of the room, ready to hand it to him when my feet stop abruptly and breath catches because I hear my son ask, “So, do you love my mommy?”
“I do,” Sava answers without wavering.
“Do you mean it? Like really, really mean it?”
“I do.”
“And what are you inten…inten…”
“Intentions?” Sava helps him out.
“Yep, last night, Nana said she needs to know what are your inten…things are.”
“Well, my intentions are to make her happy and safe. To see her smile every day and take care of her and you,” Severin explains simple and straightforward.
“Okay, I’ll have to check with Nana but that sounds good to me.”
I roll my eyes.It sounds good to him…
I’m about to take a step again when Emett hits Sava with another question, and I decide to linger a bit longer.
“How did you start playing hockey?”
“My father signed me up when I was about your age,” Sava replies calmly as the plates clink on the counter.
Is he cooking breakfast?
“Really?” Emett perks up.
