Gabriel's POV:
I pulled her closer to me and kissed her forehead when she finally fell asleep. I moved myself a bit to look at her sleeping face. I don't know why she cried earlier, but that's something I never want to see in her ever again if that's possible. I want to hold her and tell her things that will make her stop crying.
I'm jealous. And now I admit I'm jealous, especially when she's talking to Greg. She's happy, she always smiles and even laughs. I'm jealous of those things he can do with her and I can't. I am her husband, but I can't make her happy and I don't even have to right to feel that way.
I pushed some of her hair behind her ears, which now covering her face and I smiled. I was right from the very start that she's perfect as well as being my wife.
-'I hope you'll stay, Madi. I hope you'll stay with me. I can't state exactly what I feel for you right now, but I know you're important to me. And believe it or not, I've started to care about you. I can't even think of one day of going home without you in this house, without seeing your beautiful face and your smile...
...I wish I could tell you these things, but I'm not brave enough to face you and these feeling. I hope you can wait for me. I hope you were still here when I'm complete again. The time I am ready to give you myself without looking back to the past behind me. If you'll still be here when that time comes, Madi, I promise I will be next to you in your every waking time in the morning and before you go to sleep at night...
...I will hold you tight, hold your hand, hug you and kiss you every hour and every day of my life. But for now, I can't promise you anything. I just want first to be a better man, for you. So when I face you by that moment, I can proudly shout in front of everyone that I am yours and you are mine alone...
I know I am being a jerk to you most of the time, but believe me, this jerk of a man next to you is the first person who doesn't want to see you cry. All I want is to make you smile. I want you to be mine, Madi, when everything falls into their right place..'-
I smiled as she moved her face closer to my chest. It feels so natural and comfortable to hug her as if we've been doing it for a long time. Her skin is so soft and you can never see a single scar on her arm or even a pimple mark on her face. She looks like an angel when she sleeps, so peaceful yet so beautiful.
It's already one in the morning when sleep has visited me.
***
I woke up feeling something heavy on my waist. I tried to move my body but then I heard a small moan.
"Hmm..."
And when I traced the small arm over my stomach, the smile formed on my lips. She's here beside me, sleeping like a baby. She has a small pout on her lips and I wish I could always kiss that pout on her.
I hitched my breath when her knee moved up between my legs, under my precious jewels. I gulped and tried to move it away but she snuggled more to me and pressed her knee to that precious part of mine.
-'Oh fuck!'-
"Hmm..."
My eyes went wide when she moaned and that precious thing began to twitch. And I didn't try to move again, because the more I tried, the more she pressed her knee. I just hugged her and kissed her on the forehead.
And after thirty minutes of watching her sleep, I have already memorized how many moles she has on her face and where each one was placed.
"Good morning." I smiled at her when she looked up at me with her half-closed eyes.
"Good mor---" her eyes widened when she noticed her arm around me, but as she moved quickly she accidentally gave my jewels knee.
"Ohh!" I crashed in bed due to the sudden pain.
"Oh my God! I'm sorry!" she jolted up and tried to touch it but I held her hand.
"Don't!" I said through the surging pain.
"Oops! I'm sorry, Gab." she bit her lips and I closed my eyes so I can stop myself from thinking about something she wouldn't appreciate.
I sighed when I can already take the pain. When I looked at her, I found her blushing and how I wish to kiss her all over her face to take that beautiful blush away.
"It's okay, maybe I can still have one or two children in the future." she chuckled and her voice sounded like music to my ears.
"How are you?" I asked when she had already composed herself from laughing.
"I'm okay. Why did you ask?" she looked at me, confused.
"Because you cried last night."
"Ahh..." she said and looked into her lap. "I just missed my Mom and my siblings."
"You have siblings?"
"Yeah, one brother and one sister. Anyway, what time is it?" she asked and I noticed that she just wanted to change the topic. But I didn't insist, maybe she doesn't want to talk about it.
I checked the time from her clock. "It's 8:15, why?"
"Uhm... I'm hungry. I didn't eat much last night at the party, because of your bitchy ex!" she pouted and I laughed at her.
"I'm sorry, anyway, what do you want for breakfast?"
She looked at me and raised her eyebrow. "Why? Will you cook for me?"
"Uhm..y-yeah...I - I'll try.." I said scratching the back of my head.
"It's okay. Let me cook for this time because for sure you're going to ask one of your maids to help you."
"Wow! You're so talented, how did you know about that?" I asked grinning.
"Of course! I am Madi!" and she confidently got up from bed.
"Huh? What do you mean by 'I'm Madi'? Well, I am Gabriel too." she just laughed at me when I said I am Gabriel too.
"You won't understand. When I say 'I'm Madi', that means, I am Madi, the ever beautiful, confident and strong Madi! Do you now get it?" she confidently stood up and posed in front of me while saying those lines.
I was left open-mouthed. That's the first time I've seen her so carefree in front of me.
"Tsk.Tsk.Tsk. You don't understand, do you?" she asked me again and I looked at her. "Haist! Never mind! You will never understand because you're right. You're Gabriel!" she threw her hands in the air before heading to the bathroom.
-'What?'- "What do you mean, I will never understand because I'm Gabriel?" I tried to ask her but she already closed the bathroom door.
-'What does she mean by that?'-
***
Madi's POV:
-'You will never understand because you are Gabriel. The Gabriel who doesn't know about me, who doesn't know about my feelings.'-
He's already in the kitchen when I walked out of my room and he's preparing pancake batter. I took it from him and started cooking our breakfast. It only took thirty minutes and we're now sitting across from each other.
"I'm going to visit my Mom on Saturday," I said after taking a sip of my coffee.
"Hmm... sure, where is she? I'll make my schedules free for that day," he said without looking at me.
"No, it's okay, you don't have to. She's in Florida and I'm planning to stay there for two days ---" I looked at him when he dropped his utensils.
"You're going to Florida--- for two days?" he asked with disbelief written on his face.
"Yeah. That's my homeland, and I really missed my Mom."
"I'm going with you!" he said seriously.
"Gab, you don't need---"
"I insist. I'm going with you and we're both going to visit your family."
I bit my lips with the word... family.
"But how about your plans with Stacey?" I just asked instead.
"Don't worry about it. It's just for two days."
-'Yeah, just for two days.'-
"Okay. I'm going to book two plane tickets now."
"Don't bother yourself about that, we'll use my jet." he's now done with his food and I remember one thing I need to clarify with him regarding our visit with my Mom.
"Gab, uhm... I - I didn't tell my Mom that we're married. I don't want her to ask me some questions regarding this marriage thing and this agreement."
I know my mom was always pushing me to get someone to love and marry, but I'm sure she won't be happy when she knows about this deal and that I just got married because I love him, but he doesn't love me.
"Ohh... " he looked at me and nodded.
"When we get there, can we just pretend... uhm... girlfriend and boyfriend? At least she wouldn't be surprised with it."
"Uhuh... okay. But, can't we even say we're engaged?"
"Okay, let's say we're already engaged, but when she asks about the wedding or when are we going to get married, let's just tell her maybe next year or when we finally settled everything."
"Alright, so what time are we going?"
"Maybe 7:00 in the morning."
"That's fine."
I sighed and smiled at him. He took my hand which was on top of the table and smiled at me.
"Don't worry so much about it. Everything will be fine."
I didn't say anything, but I just smiled again.
***
When Friday afternoon came, he again took an early out from work. If the last time was four in the afternoon, now it's one hour earlier than the last time. But of course, who am I to ask him, so I just remained quiet and watched him enter the elevator.
"Why is 'your husband' is taking undertime again?" Sandy asked as she now standing on the door frame of her office.
"You don't have to ask that question because the answer is really obvious."
I said and walked back to my seat, but Sandy, being Sandy.... she followed me.
"Hmm... well, for sure he's going to see his ex--- Oops! wrong term! It's now 'mistress'. He's going to see his mistress!"
I glared at her. "Do you really have to mention that in front of me?"
"Oops! I'm sorry!" she covered her mouth as she acted innocently. "I forgot that you are 'the wife'. You're now Mrs Wilsons." she really pointed her finger at me and laughed just to add my annoyance.
"Sandy Aguilar! You're really having fun pissing me off!"
"Yeah, I'm having a lot of fun. I wish you'd seen your face." and she laughed even more.
If it's not a mortal sin to kill a friend and a workmate, I swear I'm gonna chop her into pieces and feed her to my neighbor's dog.
"Anyway, what if he doesn't come home until tomorrow, like the last time? What are you going to do? Are you going to cancel your flight?" she asked me seriously and I sighed.
"No. I'm still going, with or without him."
"Hmm, so you better book a ticket now, just to be sure. We don't know what he's going to do all night, maybe he'll fuck his ex again."
"God, Sandy! Your mouth is as dirty as his ex's mouth!"
She chuckled at me.
"Oh, Madielyn Davis---I mean, Wilsons, don't you ever compare me to that slut, duh! She's just a speck of dirt compared to me! Tss!" she rolled her eyes at me as we both laughed together.
Well, at least this time she's right.