Since the moment I regained my consciousness, hours rolled into days and days rolled into weeks.Two weeks to be precise. Two whole solid weeks of lying in bed and watching TV and having Sandra feed me breakfast, sometimes lunch and dinner inclusive. During times when she wheels me around the hospital's corridors and outside the hospital to get some fresh air, I would tease her non-stop about how she cried and promised never to offend me ever again if I survived my gunshot surgery.She would laugh at my taunts and poke my sides. And then, she would hug me in her arms and tell me again and again how much she loves me. My work colleagues also brought me lots of flowers and 'Get Well' cards and chocolates during the past week of my stay in this hospital. Sandra did me the honors of devouring most of the chocolates.Ethan is always in the hospital as well, spending most of his time on the couch in Kayden's ward. He comes to see me during times when I am not getting choked up with Sandra,
I look over at Kayden, staring at the face of the man that I love with all my heart.He is lying here, fighting for his life, and I feel so guilty and utterly helpless in doing anything about it."Kayden," I whisper, holding his hand tight. "Please come back to me. I am begging you. Please open your eyes."Tears roll down my face at the cruelty of his pale unresponsive body. Unable to bear the pain any longer, I bend my head on the bed, hiding my face, feeling so ashamed and guilty. I allow my tears to flow and soak into the sheets.Dear God, please have mercy. This is all my fault. Not Kayden's. Please bring him back to me. Please, I am begging you.Guilt rips through me. Raw and unforgiving. I sob silently, feeling as though the steady beeping of the heart monitor is mocking me, despite the fact that it is the only thing in this room still showing me that Kayden still has a chance to be alive.This is all my fault. If I could only—"Lisa."I hear my name, and for a moment, my painfu
True to the doctor's words, Kayden's healing process was fast, although I beat him to it when I got to the finish line first. His recovery felt like this immense reward he got for sticking it out throughout the longevity of his coma.For sticking it out for me. For saving my life.Sometimes, I wonder what would have happened to me if Kayden had not interrupted my kidnap situation with Tyler. Sure I may have had whatever stupid conversation that Tyler wanted us to have, but what next? Would Tyler have left me alive? Or dead?Well, my mind tells me that it would have been the latter.After a duration of complete three weeks in the hospital, the doctor finally certified that Kayden could go home and continue the rest of his treatment in the comfort of his home. Although I was the first to be discharged a week earlier, I still visited the hospital frequently to look after Kayden. I felt like leaving his side was like staying away from my air source, so I stayed with him. All the time.Dur
"Why on earth did no one tell me what happened to my son?!" My mum rakes, burning in annoyance.I wince at every high pitched syllable of her outburst, her green eyes blazing with an erratic fury I know she is only feeling because of what happened to me.Her green eyes belong to a flawlessly beautiful face that never wrinkles. I swear this woman never ages. Her skin and celebrity spotless face are porcelain smooth, her gait is still as strong and straight as I have always known them to be, and she still retains first place at being her own bossy fashion goddess. Back then and even till date, Sandra and Lisa still taunt me about my mom being a sexy immortal vampire who cheats the hands of time always. And another funny truth is that they seem to be right, because whenever my mom is seen with me, most people end up thinking that she is my elder sister.Lisa and the rest of the crew are bunched up together at one corner of my living room, obviously not saying anything that could offend m
I force a big ridiculous smile over my face, not feeling like saying anything. My mom hugs me and gives me a light peck on my left cheek."Alright big boy." She dusts off my shoulders. "Take care of yourself. I love you.""I love you too mum."I know she gets on my nerves sometimes, but I still love her.She hugs me again before turning to Lisa, Sandra and Ethan. She hugs them too before she leaves. At the door, she waves at us before disappearing outside and into the Black G-wagon she drove here in. We all stand at the open door entrance and watch her pull out of the compound. Seconds later, the car zooms off, definitely on its way to the airport.I sigh and plop down on the mahogany chair beside me."Your mum is still so intense Kayden." Sandra blurts, hissing through her teeth."I nearly peed my pants dude." Ethan adds.Lisa simply laughs. "Come on guys. We all know how Aunt Caroline is. But damn she still looks so young and fresh and—""Ok everyone." I cut in, knowing where that c
In this surreal moment, all I can see, all I can breathe, is Kayden.At first, surprise freezes my body to ice, keeping my eyes open, but then the firecracking sensations of Kayden's soft lips moving on mine begins to heat up every hair fiber of my skin. I flutter my eyes close, welcoming it, allowing myself to be lost in him and in this breathtaking kiss.I have waited for so long to feel this way, and now that it is happening, it is everything I have ever dreamed of it to be and more.He tastes like buttermint, just the same way he tasted the last time we kissed. His hands cup my cheeks as his lips continue to claim my mouth, tender but firm, moving expertly over each of my lips with insatiable fire and need, allowing me to also simultaneously taste his lips and not just one. I grip the soft material of his sleeveless shirt to support my stance as his heated lips continue to send zaps and bolts of electricity down my spine, nearly crippling me to the floor.God, this feels so good.
We snap back our eyes to each other, our hands still gripping the saucepan."Give me the pan Kayden. I want to wash it. You can go check the pizza before it burns."He tries to resist, but my pulling grip on the saucepan is tight. He finally succumbs, seeing how hellbent I am about being the one to wash the saucepan. Of course I can't let him do everything in this kitchen alone.As I wash the saucepan, he brings out the pizza. The aroma fills the air, and I can definitely tell that it is chicken pizza. My favorite.Done with washing the saucepan, I wipe it with the dishcloth before placing it back with the other kitchen pots and utensils. Kayden has already carried the pizza to the table at the center of the living room. Just as he walks into the kitchen to carry the tray containing the mugs of milk, I grab the tray from where it is seated on the kitchen counter. Kayden opens his mouth, probably to argue with me, but I brush past him and head into the living room, hearing his footstep
Sunlight fliters into the room from the windows, falling over Lisa's beautiful sleeping face. She lies on her back, calm and peaceful, her hair sprawled over the pillow as her chest rises up and down in steady quiet breaths.God, she is so beautiful. . . . . . She stirs beside me, her face that was once facing the ceiling now turned to me. Her eyes flutter open, her dark long lashes giving way to the beauty of her deep blue eyes.Her lips curve into a beautiful smile that stops my heart for a moment when she catches me staring down at her.God, I will give anything to be the only one who exclusively gets to watch her as she wakes up every morning. . . . . ."Hey," she mutters, sounding sleepy. "Good morning."I smile down at her. "Good morning."We stare at each other in silence, drinking each other in. I still can't believe that she is mine, that after all these years, I finally get to hold her and kiss her and stare at her like this without having to throw away my face every time sh