"She was worth it,
he thought"
The way she talked about her work always entreated him, the way she talked
about making a difference or the way it challenged her and
pushed her to her limits. But, there were these days when she came drained and
looking like a kicked puppy. And being a preternatural curious person
and all, he just couldn't help it. So he planned an innocent visit to her at
work.
Seeing how her colleagues treated her and how she acted, confusion had been his first reaction then
realization, and then rage had followed, closely accompanied by disdain and a
lot of other things that had made him want to curl around her and just snarl at
everyone else, because how dare they? How dare they treat his love - the most amazing person he ever met- that way?
The thing was that at her work everyone knew what she was, but no one really
took the time to know who she was, no one could tell what she was thinking just
by looking at her, or guess what her next move would be just by the way her
eyes glistered. And that was not because she hadn't let them in,
that was not because she was an arrogant person who believed she was above
everyone else, but simply because no one gave her a chance. And so, like a bull
in an arena, the more she got stabbed, the more she’d tried to alienate the
people around her, attacking with her head down if necessary.
So no, he wasn't surprised that no one knew her sweet side, how
caring she was with him, or how loyal and affectionate she can be with her
friends. It made him so angry.
Still, it made him grateful. grateful to God for making her the way she was,
grateful to her for letting him in and allowing him to see her for who she
really was.
So, that
day when they went back home, he was enchanted by her every move,
every smile and even every weird look she sent him, knowing very well how
special they were. So, when he sat on his new shezlong - because
you can totally have them on your porch and pretend you were at the
beach- right next to hers on their porch, the sunset light painting dark orange shadows all
over her face, he looked at her and smiled because he knew that no one got to
have what he had.
“I’ll let you know that my socks are starting to think about filing for sexual
harassed,” She smiled, looking soft and relaxed. Her eyes were closed.
“Shut up,” he chuckled playfully. And then he just put more effort into pulling
her sock off by using his toes, because he was evil like that. “It’s not my
fault you keep using these weird socks”. He hated the stupid socks, they
were hideous and that was the exact reason that every time she wanted to wear
them, she had to search the darkest corner of their closet where he skillfully
hide them.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” she said, but her smirk betrayed
her.
Once one sock was removed, he proceeded to launch it somewhere very, very far –
seriously, green socks with purple polka dots, it was like someone vomited on
her feet, wearing such things must be a crime somewhere – and hoped that some
color blind crow would find it and relieve them of its hideous presence..
“Do you think crows can be color blind?” he asked, sliding a bit more on the
chair to reach her other foot.
She opened one eye and gazed in his direction, saw him moving onto his next
target but did nothing to stop him. “You are a weird man and there are times
when you scare me,”she replied.
He smiled, “I’m not,” he complained. He could feel the warmth of the last sun
rays seeping into his skin as he stretched just enough to reach her sock and
grab it with his toes.
“yes, you are, and even if you're not - which you totally are - you still
manage to scare me anyway,” She murmured, lifting her foot to help him in his
task.
“And yet you still love me,” He argued, dropping the sock into an empty flower
pot that was right next to him.
It didn't come out as a question – because it
really wasn't – and yet, she finally opened both her eyes. For a few
seconds she just looked at him, her eyes following the smooth, relaxed lines on
his face, searching for something. “Yeah,” she finally said, when she found it.
“God help me, I do.”
He got up from where he was and went and lied right next to her, like a big,
lazy cat curling around its favorite stuffed toy . He couldn't help but sigh,
because she so felt like home.
For now, this time was theirs, and she was his and he couldn't be happier