The woman of my dreams.

GEORGE

As I lounged in my porch, listening to the sound of the fresh breeze blowing past my ear, I couldn't help but think of her.

Eleanor.

The woman of my dreams....

...and the stuff of my nightmare.

*Flashback*

Wincing as I got up from the hospital bed, I noticed that my wounds had become a little more bearable than it was just yesterday. It still hurt like hell but the pain seemed to have lost a bit of its intensity.

'What do you know? The doctor may have been right.' I thought to myself as I slowly and quietly placed my legs down from the bed, hoping to not to wake the sleeping beauty beside me up.

I have decided to make it my morning routine to force myself to the bathroom every day without help. While it is extremely tedious, slow and painful, it gives me at least a little connection to myself before the accident.

I was never the kind of man to sit on his ass and wait to be attended to or catered for. I have always be proactive and extremely physical. A specimen of physical longetivity even at my age. I can't lose that part of myself in this hospital bed.

With a sigh, I dragged my body to the bathroom, wincing at every step. My body almost doesn't feel like mine. It protested at my every movement, forcing me to give up this fruitless endeavour and go back to the comfort of the hospital bed.

'Still better than yesterday,' I thought as I eventually reached the bathroom.

I relieved myself and freshened up to the best I could push my battered body before making the arduous journey back to the bed where Eleanor laid with her head on her forearms, fast asleep.

"She should just take the bed," I muttered as I sat down on the bed, stifling what could have been a short but pained scream so that that I don't want her up.

Sitting down as I had painfully realized these past few days, was a lot harder than standing up when you're injured all over. When healthy, most people would prefer to be sitting or laying down than standing up.

In my case, it was the stark opposite.

The pressure experienced by my wounds whenever I sat, laid or rolled around on a solid surface was nowhere worth the comfort.

Eleanor stirred in her sleep as I sat and slowly looked up at me with sleepy eyes.

"Oh, the crybaby is awake," she teased with a loving smile that seemed to light up the world aroun her.

"Who are you calling a crybaby?" I frowned at her, feigning annoyance.

"Who knows?" she shrugged as she stifled a smile. "I'm just saying that a crybaby is awake. You are free to think what you wish."

I wanted to get back at her, drop a comeback reply if mine and get the last laught hopefully, but I drew a blank. The memories of the previous day when Eleanor had expressed her uncertainty about our future together and her marriage filled my head with unpleasant. Especially considering the fact that I had dated her mother in the past, the threat of losing her just felt too real.

She watched as my smile dropped and let out a long sigh that caught my attention.

"Don't overthink it, George ," she soothed me. "I love you and I can tell that you love me as well. As long as we love each other, there should be some way we can make this work. We have a child on the way too."

My eyes immediately trail down her beautiful figure to the only part of her body which looked both out of place and just right at the same time. It made her look so much more desirable to me and I've never felt the flames of love and passion fill my heart with as much vigour as it did whenever I saw her like this.

"Speaking of my little angel, how is my baby doing?" I smiled at her.

"Doing great and probably more than that," she sighed as she rolled her eyes. "This child is more of a rascal than you could ever be. It's kicks are so energetic. My stomach hurts but all of its prancing about."

"It is my child afterall," I smiled proudly. "Do you really not wanna know the child's gender? We could do an ultrasound."

I stared at her for a few more minutes before letting out a soft sigh and then smiled.

"Anyways," I said in a serious tone. "Would I lose you?"

She stared silently at me for a few minutes and eventually let out a sigh of her own.

"I don't know," she replied, her tone serious as well. "I really wished I did, George . Things are..... complicated between us. There are a lot we have to consider and you know it. I can't help it."

"I understand," I sighed as well. "But you should also remember that I told you that I wanted you before and I would have you. It has changed now."

"What has changed?" she asked with a puzzled look. "Do you not want me anymore?"

"I don't," I replied with a straight face and I can see the shock that flashed across her face. Her eyes stared at me, speechless as her mouth opened and closed.

"I see." she said in a calm voice, barely louder than a whisper.

"I need you now, Eleanor," I said, my expression still serious. "I can't live without you. You are now the only pivot needed to keep my life both in balance and revolving. Without you, I would be lost and alone. My already fragile world would crumble. My life would come to a standstill. My being would drown in stagnation. My-"

"I think I get it now, babe," she smiled, a sweet smile capable of melting hearts at first glance. "And don't think I would simply ignore the fact that you teased me by saying you don't want me anymore without giving context."

I chuckled at that.

"Well, I don't know what you're talking about, miss," I shrugged. "I wasn't intending to tease anyone."

She gave me an amused look and leaned in for a kiss which I gratefully accepted. Her lips parted to let my tongue invade the sweet, welcoming warmth of her mouth. Her tongue met mine, intertwining with it and eagerly seeking mine as much as I seeked hers. Our saliva mixed as our kiss intensified and I enjoyed the taste of hers. Her warm breath on my face as she inhaled and exhaled passionately made my skin tingle with desire and lust.

I reached up to wrap my arms around her and pull her closer and...... winced.

She noticed that and immediately broke away from the kiss, much to my disappointment.

"Did you just try to make sudden movements?" she asked in a reprimanding tone.

I shrugged in response.

"You were too much to resist. I couldn't help but want more of you."

"You were involved in a major accident you haven't healed from yet and you wanted to have sex?" she asked with an undertone of amusement in her voice.

"I can't help it," I shrugged as I gestured to the bulge in my hospital wear. "This guy has a mind of his own, and he doesn't care if I'm injured or not."

Her stare lingered on my bulge for a while longer than she should before looking back up at me. Her expression was softer now, as if something about the raging bull underneath my hospital gown had calmed her down.

"You like what you see, don't you?" I teased and her glare returned.

"You had better focus on getting better and not worse just because of a quickie," she retorted sternly. "We are in a hospital. This is the worst place for sex. Especially since every.... almost every part of your body hurts."

"Even still," I sighed as I slowly laid back down on the bed. "It wouldn't hurt to make your legs shake and quiver for me."

"My legs already shake and quiver enough from the baby you put in me," she replied as a mischievous smile crept up on her face. "Besides, I think your legs will give out before mine in your present condition."

"Oh, you just wait," I laughed heartily. "I'm gonna make you eat those words soon enough. You are gonna beg me to stop when I get you."

"I'm with child, mister," she argued.

"Sex is great for childbirth though," I grinned. "They say it's good exercise for a smooth delivery. A nurse should know."

"Indeed, she does," she nodded. "But, excessive sex like the one you are planning so earnestly, can have adverse effects on both me and the baby."

"Oh, come on," I laughed again. "Now, you're just blackmailing me."

"Maybe, I am. Maybe, I'm not," she shrugged with a bright smile decorating her beautiful face and exposing her perfect dentition. "Would you like to find out, my good sir?"

"Fine, you win for now," I sighed. "I guess I'll get my revenge after our child is born."

"And after I complete my post-natal care and recover from childbirth. That should take about six months."

"That's a lie," I retorted.

"I'm the nurse and the one with child," she smiled. "Don't question my words, Mister George ."

"That's just unfair," I groan. "You know it is."

"Oh, stop acting like a horny teenager," she laughed. "You will survive a few months."

"What if I'm a horny teenager?" I asked, leaning forward. "Would you let me hit it?"

"Still no," she smiled.

"Shit," I laughed and she joined me as our laughter filled my otherwise quiet ward.

"I am blessed to have you, Eleanor," I said as I took in a deep breath. "And I would die before I lose you."