“Because I see you,” I whisper.She lets out a sad sigh and just looks at the drink and the croissant in her hand.
“No one’s ever gotten my order right before,” she whispers, like me paying attention to her is the biggest deal ever. And maybe it is to her, since she seems to be trapped in a world where people only care about the version of herself that she puts online.I’m not really sure what to say, because I’m not sure if saying anything will make it better or worse, honestly.
“Now might not be a great time, but there’s something downstairs for you,” I say. Her head jerks up, and her eyes find mine.
“There is?”
I nod. She gently shoos Mocha off her lap, holding the drink and treat to her chest like she thinks it might disappear if she sets it down. I grab the plate and mug from breakfast and follow behind her as she walks down the stairs.
She gasps when she gets to the bottom and can see the counter.
She slowly walks toward it like she’s not quite sure if she can believe it or not.
She sets her drink and croissant down as she looks at the spread, standing there for a long time before she turns and throws herself into my arms.
I catch her easily. Her arms wrap around my neck as her legs wrap around my waist.
It takes me a second to realize that she’s crying. Her body trembles against mine as I hold her close to me.
“It’s amazing, thank you so much,” she says through her tears as I walk us into the kitchen, Mocha running circles around us.
“You don’t have to thank me, baby,” I say, setting her down on the counter and standing between her legs.
“You are incredible, Beck,” she says, cupping my cheeks and kissing all over my face.
“You’re the amazing one.” My hands rest gently on her hips. “What do you wanna do today? We can stay in and watch a movie, or we can go out and do something if you’re up for it. I figured I could make us some surf ‘n turf for dinner, and then we can just cuddle and watch movies all day. I can rub your back or your belly. I read that orgasms help relieve cramps, so maybe if you’re up for it later, we can see if that myth is true or not,” I whisper against her neck, gently sucking on her skin.
“I just want to stay in your arms all day long. And just kiss you and hold you and tell you how amazing you are,” she gushes, making me smile softly at her.
“You don’t have to tell me any of those things, baby. You deserve all of this and so much more,” I say, picking her up and letting her wrap herself around me as I carry her over to the couch, laying us down on it. Mocha jumps up and joins us.
“Do you need anything? I can get a heating pad, something sweet, or salty. Whatever you need, baby. You name it, and I can get it for you,” I say, sitting up. She laces our hands together and stares at me for a few moments.
“I don’t need anything,” she whispers, and I can’t quite tell if she’s lying or not.
“Are you sure? I can go get the heating pad or rub your belly. I really don’t mind. Whatever I can do to make you more comfortable.”
She looks at me and pulls her bottom lip into her teeth.
“Hey, it’s ok. You don’t have to cry, baby. You’re allowed to ask for anything you want this whole week.”
I cup her cheek with my hand. Making sure she’s happy, fed, and comfortable is what anyone should be offering her, especially after the day that she had yesterday.
“Can you get me the heating pad, please? That sounds great,” she asks, and I nod. I bring her hand up to my lips and press a kiss to her knuckles.
“I’ll be right back. Do you want some popcorn, a snack tray, or anything to drink?”
“Surprise me.”
I nod and let go of her hand. Mocha jumps up and curls around her. His body is on her belly, and his head rests on her shoulder. That seems to be his favorite place to lie.
She takes the remote in one hand and browses through one of the seven streaming services she pays for, while the other hand pets Mocha.
I leave the two of them and go on a quest to make the ultimate movie snack board.
It’s only eleven, and I know that she doesn’t normally eat junk food, but she deserves to have something sweet in her life, considering the emotional few days that she’s had.
I grab the heating pad first and take it to her, plugging it in before lifting Mocha and setting it under the blanket on her lower belly. I fix the blanket and set Mocha back down on top of her.
