I wake seeing the sunrise through the long white linen curtains. The stale smell of the hotel room is uncomforting, and i am finding it hard to sleep. All i can see when i close my eyes is Michael. The look on his face as he held the gun to my head.
Bobby spoons up close behind me. "Are you alright, babe?" he asks.
I am sure it's not something that he would want to talk about right now.
I roll over facing him. His eyes look more hazel with his smile.
"I know that the last couple of months have been difficult. A lot of things to take in, you know? But i have never felt so drawn to protect someone as i have with you, Laura. I want to stay loving you for the rest of my life. And for that..."
He holds a silver ring and gently slides it on my ring finger.
"Laura, will you marry me?"
I smile from ear-to-ear. "Yes," i whisper, following with a kiss.
To be honest, I'm not really fazed about marriage. I cannot see myself being with anyone else other than Bobby.
"On the inside it has our names engraved."
I smile, "Thank you, Bobby. This means so much to me."
He hugs me close kissing me forehead.
Even though we have had tough times, I feel safe with him, and i think it has brought him and i closer together.
Comfortably laid back in a bath tub coated with bubbles. Bobby gently runs his fingertips along my arm up to my shoulder. I slightly turn my head and kiss him. I love how he teases me with his touch. His silence speaks louder than words. Makes me want to know him more.
"Would you ever contact your family in London?"
"Probably not. They only know of who i used to be."
I look up at him, "And who was that?"
He shakes his head, "Someone different."
I look down at the bubbles and gather some in a pile with my hands.
"So, you changed when you moved here?"
"Yeah, partly, i guess."
"Why not talk to them now?"
He exhales, "It would not work out. They have their own life."
I gently slide my fingertips down his arm.
"Have you thought about visiting Emma?" he asks.
"Yeah. I was thinking we could see her at the studio."
"Does she know that we're here?"
"No, I haven't told her yet."
He locks his fingers with mine. "And you are okay with going to Michael's house?"
I nod. But deeply i am not okay with it. I don't want to miss him. The love is still strongly there, and his house is like a comfort zone that i want to forget.
"We will get through it together," he says deeply.
I cheekily dab bubbles above my top lip making it look like i have a moustache. I look up at him. "If i had a moustache, would you still love me?"
He laughs. "Yes, i would."
My eyebrows gather, "Seriously? Even if i had a full beard?"
He tries not to laugh. "Alright, now you're going a bit too far with it."
I smile, "I love you."
"I love you too, babe."
He softly wipes off the bubbles and kisses me. So gentle and slow.