The Inauguration Day

Today is the day. The day I get what is rightfully mine,” Atlas said, his voice barely audible.

Layla, who slept next to him, raised her gaze to meet his eyes, her hands firmly holding the blanket to cover her naked body.

“Congratulations, Mr. Kendrick,” she muttered, a faint smile on her face.

Atlas chuckled at her words before leaning closer to kiss her forehead. If it weren't for her help, he wouldn't have dreamed of this day.

“Just Atlas,” he corrected her. “I can't continue to hear the woman I share the same bed with call me 'Mr. Kendrick'. Also, thank you. If it wasn't for you—”

Layla placed her index finger on his lips, silencing him, followed by a soft whisper. “Shhh. Just focus on this day.”

This is the reason he was always happy when he was with her. When others wanted to take from him, didn't believe in him, it was the opposite for her. Layla always helped him and believed in him. She was the only one who trusted him without him trying.

“I should go take my bath,” Atlas mut