Pixie
11:27PM
I need you
It took me all of ten minutes to rip out of my driveway and make it to her place.
The second I knock on her door, it swings open, revealing a man an inch or two shorter than I am, with the same bright eyes as Sasha.
“Can I help you?” He asks, arching a brow and crossing his arms. He looks tired, but not the kind of tired that comes from a lack of sleep. It’s the kind of tired I know all too well.
“Is Sasha home?” I ask him.
He scans me from head to toe. “You’re the boy,” he states.
A smile starts to curve my lips, “what makes you so sure about that?”
He laughs, “call it a father’s intuition. She’s in her room, you already know the way.”
I don’t stick around long enough to ask him any more questions, I’m taking the permission he’s granted me and running to her as fast as I can.
When I make it to her room, I stop in the doorway,watching her sitting in her bay window for a second. Allowing myself to take in the sight of her completely at peace, something I don’t get to see often.
“What’s on your mind, Pixie?”
Her head snaps towards me, and that’s when I realize she’s not at peace. There are tears hanging in her eyes, like she’s been quietly crying to herself so she doesn’t disturb anyone.
“Johnny?” My name comes out strangled and broken, and a tear falls slowly down her cheek.
I rush towards her, falling to my knees and wrapping her in a tight hug. She doesn’t hesitate to throw her arms around me in return.
“I can’t do it,” she sobs, “I can’t do any of this without him.”
Wiping a tear, I grab her face and force her to look at me. “You can, I’m right here, Pixie,I’mgoing to do this with you.”
“How could you possibly want to deal with all this?”
Because I’d rather die than see you upset.
“All of this?Baby, you aren’t a burden or a chore. I want to be in your life, and that means helping you through anything and everything.”
There’s doubt in her eyes, but she nods her head. “Do you-“
“How about we just sit here for a while? You’re going to try and force yourself to talk about it, and I don’t think that’s what you really want.”
“Thank you,” she whispers.
Grabbing her hand, I lead her to the bed. The second she’s tucked under the covers, I roll in next to her and wrap my arms around her waist.
We don’t get to do it often, but this whole cuddlingthing has quickly become one of my favourite activities with her.
She’s quiet for a really long time, so long that I thought she might have drifted off to sleep, but when she flips over to face me, I’m all too aware of her.
Her hands resting on my chest, her eyes bright and fully open, the way her legs are intertwined with mine…
“If I kiss you right now, would that be okay?”
Yup.
