Blair curls into me further, and my heart flutters. Her eyes close softly, and I can see the exhaustion on her face. She’s been awake for far too long, so I just let her rest in my arms while I carry her to the car. If needed, I’d carry her all across the city until we reach the manor, and I don’t care that it would likely take me four hours.
I stop for a moment, watching the sunrise.
A soft smile tugs on the corners of my lips when I look down on her sleeping form, my arms tighten around her. The fresh air of spring hits me all at once, the soft wind blowing.
“It’s all over Butterfly,” I mutter. “You did it. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
I allow myself to soak up the moment, to feel the relief flooding me on the inside, and to stand here in silence, holding my entire world in my arms. I can’t put into words the affection and respect I have for this woman. When she needed to, she did everything on her own, and although I’m a little wounded that she didn’t need me, I’m also immensely fucking proud of her for being brave and strong enough to do this without me.
I had to use one word to describe who Blair Hawke is, it would be resilient. She’s so fucking strong, and my love for her just continues to grow with each passing moment.
I’ll marry this woman one day.
And as soon as that thought hits me, I remember one, tiny detail that makes me freeze up. Oh, Lord, when she finds out, I’ll be a dead man.
Blair stirs in my arms, her eyes peeling open.
“Sleep,” I murmur, continuing the walk to the car.
“I’m okay,” she yawns, holding me tightly. “I just want to go home.”
I chuckle. “Home we go, then.”
The drive is silent. But, it’s a comfortable kind of silence. She’s holding my hand tightly while I’m driving, her eyes locked on the passing view outside the window. She’s overwhelmed, so I won’t press her for details on what happened in that bar.
I know when she’s ready, she’ll tell me everything in detail.
“You know,” she speaks, voice low. “I made him eat his own dick.”
I choke on my saliva, glancing at her sideways. “You… what?”
“Mhm,” she nods. “Not the entire thing, just the tip. I didn’t know how much I could cut without him dying from blood loss, so I just sliced the tip off and forced him to eat it.”
I blow out a deep breath. “Well… did it bring you satisfaction?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
“Then you should’ve fed him more of it,” I shrug. “I’m always going to support you, right or wrong.”
Blair laughs, and my heart stutters a bit. “Thank you, Baby.”
That damned nickname again. A coat of blush rises to my cheeks, and I have to clear my throat, to force myself to think of literally anything else so the reddish shade doesn’t spread.
Blair smirks, slyly, and when I catch the naughty gaze from the corner of my eyes, I know I’m done for. My entire neck turns in a deep shade of red, my body feeling hot all of a sudden.
“God, you’re the cutest little thing ever,” she muses.
“Stop it,” I groan.
“Oh, absolutely not.”
“Please?” It comes out as a whine, only making her laugh more.
“Fine, fine,” she ruffles my hair like I’m a petulant child, and the scowl on my face is instant. She ignores it, though, continuing to run her fingers through my hair. “We need to get your roots done again.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I grin. “Whenever you want.”
“Soon, then,” she promises, and I bring her knuckles to my lips, kissing each one softly.
