Chapter80
Jamie
“Good morning, Doc.”
I heard him running, practically jumping out of bed.
“Oh, good morning.”
I turn around and see his tired, beautiful face.
“Were you afraid I’d left?”
“No, what are you saying…” He tries to lie but can’t.“Okay, I didn’t find you in bed and…”
“I don’t sleep much.”
“Nightmares?”His voice is discreet.
I nod.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not now.”
“Okay.”
“One day.”
“You can talk to me whenever you want.I’m always ready to listen.”
“I know.Do you want some coffee?”
“Did you make coffee?”
“If you’d given me time, I would have made breakfast too.I wanted to thank you for your hospitality.”
“You’re not a guest; this is your home.”
I try to hide my emotions, but it’s hard now.Martin knows how to hit you in the right place.
“Come on, I’ll do it,” he offers.
“What can I do?”
“You can sit and watch me.”
“I like this, although I prefer you with your arse out.”
Martin opens the fridge and takes out the eggs and bacon.I sit at the kitchen table, resting my feet on a chair, and watch him make breakfast, sipping his coffee now and then.
It all feels so natural, familiar, and beautiful.I almost kept myself from this.I almost stayed hidden away, in the dark, while outside there is so much light, so much life, so many possibilities.
“I have to go to work later,” he says.He turns around and takes the plates to the table, but when he realises I am already sitting there, he shrugs, sets the plate on my lap, and sits down next to me, mirroring my position.
He’s already changing his habits for me, and he doesn’t even ask why.He doesn’t question us, doesn’t ask for certainty, and never puts pressure on me.
“I don’t want to go, but I don’t think I’ll be able to find anyone to cover for me.”
