Kurapika x Reader One-Shot Collection - Chapter 50: Chapter 50

I open my eyes to check the time on my alarm clock. I smile as I pull the comforter over my neck, shielding myself from the cool air. I have a half hour more of sleep.
I take that back. I hear my husband walking up the stairs. He must have finished his mission early. Maybe if I pretend to be sleeping, he'll leave me alone.
I shut my eyes when I hear the door creak open. My heart rate accelerates when I hear his footsteps.
"Baby? Are you sleeping?"
I hate when he calls me that. Of course I'm sleeping. At least, I was hoping to be.
He shakes me. "Is this how a wife should welcome her husband back home after a long mission? Get up and kiss me."
Even though my eyes are closed, I can see white flecks around me. I take the slap in the face I just received like a big girl.
Wiping the tears from my eyes, I turn around. "Oh, darling! You're home early. I'm so happy to see you."
He rips my panties off. "Ah...fuck the kiss. Let's just get straight to it."
I let out a moan when he forces himself inside of me. No, it's not a moan of pleasure. It's a moan of pure pain. One, I'm not at all wet. Two, I haven't had the chance to empty my bladder. He reminds me of that with each thrust.
"You like that, huh?" he says.
Good. He thinks I'm enjoying myself. Maybe he'll finish quicker. I wrap my legs around him and moan louder.
Just when I think my bladder is going to explode, he shudders against me.
He rolls off of me. "Damn...I missed that."
The sun's rays start to come through the window. I give him a kiss on the cheek. "I...missed you, too," I say.
He fluffs the pillow under his head. "Now be a good girl and make your husband some breakfast."
I crawl out of my warm bed. "Of course. I love you."
He raises his arm in the air, waving me off. "Love you, too, baby."
My bladder stings as I empty it. I look in the mirror, turning my face to get a better view of my reddened cheek. He got me good this time.
After spending almost an hour making all of his favorite breakfast foods, I walk back up the stairs to get him. He's fast asleep. I walk closer to the bed, gently nudging him. I sigh. He doesn't move. He'll most likely be sleeping for the rest of the day.
When I complete my morning routine, I fall on the couch. Tears won't stop streaming down my face.
I glance upstairs. Maybe this is my chance. I can make a run for it.
I run until I can no longer breathe. I don't even know where I'm going. I run into the railing, catching my breath. I look up, taking in the beauty of the river in front of me. I never leave that house so it amazes me when I see nature.
The last time my husband took me out, he caught another man looking me up and down.
"Maybe if you didn't dress like a slut, other men wouldn't look at you!" he screamed.
I hung my head. "I'm sorry. You told me I looked nice in this dress."
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me forward, causing me to lose balance. He kicked my shoulder once I hit the floor.
"I...I'm sorry," I sobbed, supporting my shoulder with my good arm.
"Prove it!"
I crawled on my knees until I reached his legs. He unbuckled his belt. Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth. I closed my eyes, trying my hardest not to gag when I felt him touch my throat. Desperately needing air, I attempted to pull away. He yanked my hair and held me until I felt warm liquid gush down my throat. I swallowed hard, making sure I didn't miss a drop.
I gasped for air once he finally released me.
He lovingly stroked my hair. "Thank you, baby." He took my face into his hands. "Why do you make me hurt you?"
He apologized. He always apologizes, making me feel sorry for him.
He's right though. It is always my fault. He's a good husband. With his salary as a hunter, I don't have to work. He bought me a beautiful home and always makes sure I'm fed. He's also faithful, as far as I know.
I wipe away my tears with the back of my hand. Why can't I be a better wife? He's right, I should have been ready for him when he arrived from his mission. I'm sure he texted me letting me know he was on his way home. It was me who was selfish, thinking about sleep instead of him.
"Miss?" a voice calls out from behind me, interrupting my thoughts.
I spin around. I stare at the blonde man standing in front of me. I don't know how to react. I'm not allowed to talk to other men.
"Y...yes?" I manage to say.
"You dropped this."
He extends his arm and I jump back. I squeeze my eyes shut, turning my head away.
I feel his hand graze my shoulder. My heart pounds against my chest.
"Miss, I'm not going to hurt you. I simply want to return this to you."
I open my eyes, slowly turning to face him. I look down at his hand. He's holding the ring I purposely dropped while I was running away.
"Th...thank you."
Our fingers touch when I take back my ring.
"You're welcome. It's a beautiful ring. I'm sure the man who gave it to you loves you very much," he says.
"Actually...this ring belongs to my mother," I lie.
Why am I lying to him? He's a complete stranger and I'm a married woman. I shouldn't even be here. I have a husband to take care of.
A concerned look crosses his face.
"How are you faring? Are you in need of assistance?"
"Huh? Why would I need assistance from a stranger?"
He touches his cheek. Right. Mine is red and swollen.
I cover my cheek with my hair. "I'm fine. Thank you for returning my ring. You can leave now."
He tilts his head as he walks closer to me. If he doesn't get out of my personal space, I'm going to punch him.
"No need to thank me. Are you sure you don't need any help?"
Why is he insisting?
I turn around so my back is facing him. His eyes are so soft and warm, I'm afraid I'll get lost in them if I stare too long.
"I told you...I'm fine."
He lets out a soft laugh. "My apologies. I'm pestering you. I'll leave you alone."
I turn back around once I hear him walk away. He looks over his shoulder, catching me looking at him.
He stops and takes a few steps closer to me. He extends his arm to me.
I stare at his hand for a few seconds before shaking it.
"Pardon my rudeness," he says. "I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Kurapika. And yours?"
I'm still staring at his hand. He's holding mine so gently. The feeling is foreign to me.
"Miss?"
Heat rises to my cheeks. I quickly pull away. "I...I'd rather not say."
He laughs again. "You're a smart woman. You don't know who you can trust these days."
Why do I feel like I can trust you?
He bows in front of me before turning to leave.
I slowly open the front door, praying my husband is still asleep. I hold my chest as I walk up the stairs. I let out a sigh of relief when I hear him snoring.
I make sure the house is spotless. He is quick to let me know when something is out of place.
He hugs me from behind while I'm wiping down the kitchen counter.
"Hey, baby. Sorry about this morning. I didn't mean to hit you. Forgive me?"
I turn around to face him. "Of course." I wrap my arms around him.
He presses his lips against mine. He kisses me deeply. I wince when he touches my sore cheek.
He breaks away, leaving a trail of soft kisses on the cheek he slapped this morning.
"Don't worry about cooking tonight. I'll pick something up from your favorite restaurant," he says.
Takeout should make up for slapping me in the face while I was trying to sleep.
That's what I wanted to say. Instead, I did the right thing and accepted his apology gift.
"That sounds lovely. Thank you."
Later that night, the two of us snuggle up on the couch. He's picking out a movie when his phone rings. He grabs his phone from the coffee table and answers it.
"Damn it! Phone is dead. Hey, babe...that was work...let me borrow yours."
"Sure," I say, reaching for my phone and handing it to him.
I notice he's staring at the screen. He furrows his brow. "Why did you leave the house today?"
Fear runs up and down my spine.
I put on a smile. "It was such a nice day, I felt like going for a walk."
His eyes are on fire. He tosses my phone on the floor and stands up.
I pull my knees close to my chest. "Wait...how did you know I left the house? Do you have a tracker on my phone?"
"(Y/N), why can't you understand? Everything I do...it's to protect you."
I open my mouth, but before I have the chance to speak, he grabs my arm. He pulls me up and throws me against the wall. Framed pictures fall, glass shattering all over the living room floor. I feel his hand wrap around my neck, cutting off my air supply.
"What did I tell you about leaving the house?" he yells.
My already bruised face is greeted by another slap. He releases me and I fall to the floor.
"Get up!" He yanks me up by my arm.
My vision turns white as the sharp pain from my arm travels throughout the rest of my body. I think I might throw up.
He raises his arm again.
"Please, stop!" I beg.
He throws his arm back down in frustration. He pinches the bridge of his nose. "See what you made me do? Why can't you just follow my rules?"
I sob, panting every few seconds. "I...think...you...dislocated...my shoulder."
"Fuck," he says. "What do you want me to do about it?"
"Hospital. Take me...to the...hospital."
He kneels in front of me. His face softens. "Baby, you know I can't do that. I have a reputation to keep."
"But...it hurts."
"I'll give you some ibuprofen."
Is he serious?
"O...okay."
He lets out an annoyed breath. "Fine. I'll take you. But you better not tell them what happened."
I rock back and forth. "Of course not."
He stands back up. "I'm going to get ready. Clean up this mess."
He drops me off in front of the emergency room.
"I'll be back in a few hours."
I wait for him to help me out of the car.
"What are you waiting for?" he says.
Right. What was I thinking? I use my good arm to open the door. I stumble out of the car. He drives away without saying goodbye.
I sit alone in the crowded emergency room. I try my hardest to keep myself composed, but I can't help it. The tears keep streaming down my cheeks. I can't help but wonder if this is how life is meant to be. I know I shouldn't complain. As I look around, I see people with injuries far worse than mine. It's just...did the person they gave their heart to cause them to be here?
A nurse administers pain medication to me while I'm in triage. She sends me back to the waiting room, telling me a doctor will see me soon.
I start to feel better once the pain medication kicks in.
"Miss?"
I turn toward the familiar voice.
The man I met earlier sits in the empty chair next to me.
"Kura...pika?"
He smiles. "I'm surprised you remembered my name." His eyes land on my swollen shoulder. "What happened?" he asks with widened eyes.
I give him the most basic answer. "I fell down the stairs." I can tell he doesn't believe me. "What about you? Are you sick?" I ask him before he questions me.
He shakes his head. "No. My friend works here. We're supposed to meet some friends for dinner."
I smile. "That sounds nice."
"Wait a minute...how long have you been waiting to see a doctor?"
I look at the clock on the wall. "About two hours."
"That's unacceptable." He pulls his phone out of his pocket and makes a call. "Hello, Leorio? I have a Miss..." He glances my way.
"(Y/N)," I say. The pain medicine is making me comfortable enough to give him my name. Besides, he's trying to help me.
"I have a Miss (Y/N) with me. She's hurt pretty badly and has been waiting two hours to see a doctor. Is there any way you can expedite this?" He smiles at me when he ends his call. "He doesn't work in this department, but he's going to see what he can do."
"That was very nice of you. Thank you so much."
"Of course. I must say...you handle pain well. Your injury looks very painful."
Trust me, I'm used to pain.
I support my arm to keep it still. "They gave me some strong painkillers. It only hurts when I move my arm."
"I'd like to know what the doctor says. Do you mind if I wait for you? Then maybe you can accompany us to dinner. My friends are nice people."
I need to tell him I'm married.
"I...I'm not sure how long it will take. I'd hate to make you wait."
He opens his bag and pulls out a piece of paper and a pen. He scribbles something on it before passing it to me.
"Very well then. Here's my phone number. Feel free to call me anytime."
The nurse calls my name. I hesitate before taking his number. She calls me again.
"Thank you." I snatch the paper out of his hand and turn to walk toward the double doors.
"(Y/N)?"
I look over my shoulder. "Yes?"
He leans forward and clasps his hands. "Be careful descending the stairs from now on."
I bite my lip as I walk away.
Luckily, my shoulder isn't dislocated. I just have to keep my arm in a sling for a couple of weeks.
"Maybe this will teach you a lesson. Don't ever break my rules again," my husband says. He hands me a bouquet of flowers. "And...I'm sorry."
I take the bouquet with my good arm and place it on the counter. There goes his apology. And the sinking feeling in my heart. "I forgive you, darling." I kiss him on the lips.
I keep my eyes closed while we make love. Visions of Kurapika flood my brain and I have the most intense orgasm of my life.
I crawl out of bed once he falls asleep. I feel like the worst wife on the planet. I practically cheated on my husband.
Weeks pass by and my husband invites me out to dinner.
"Wait...are you serious?" I ask him with widened eyes. I haven't had an excuse to dress up in what feels like forever.
I rummage through my clothes, making sure I pick something out that's not too revealing.
I swipe red lipstick over my lips and smack them together.
"You look absolutely gorgeous," he says, wrapping his arm around my waist.
We sit under the stars, sharing a bottle of wine. He makes me laugh, something he hasn't done in a long time.
He takes my left hand into his as we walk back to the car.
He stops walking and pulls my hand up to his face. I smile, expecting him to kiss it.
"Why aren't you wearing your wedding ring?"
Shit.
"(Y/N)?"
"Oh...I took it off while I was deep cleaning the house."
He yanks me and stomps to the car. He opens the car door for me, but not in the romantic way. He throws me in and speeds all the way home.
Once we're behind locked doors, he pushes me to the floor. He climbs on top of me, slapping one cheek then the other. He pins my wrists above my head.
"So...our marriage doesn't mean anything to you?" he yells.
"I told you...I didn't want to ruin my ring while cleaning. I just forgot to put it back on."
He slaps me again. "Exactly. You forgot...meaning you don't care." He gets up. "You don't want to be married to me anymore?" He drags me up the stairs.
"Please...stop."
I feel the wonderful dinner we just shared rise to my esophagus. I manage to get out of his grip and push him away.
I immediately regret my action. He pushes me back and I tumble down the stairs. How ironic...that's exactly what I told Kurapika how I injured myself the last time. I squeeze my eyes shut while he drags me back up to our bedroom.
I open my eyes and find myself on my stomach laying across the bed. My dress is pulled up to my waist and he's working on getting my panties off. I bury my face into the mattress so he doesn't hear me cry.
The tears pour when I'm in the shower. He didn't apologize this time.
I look into my full length mirror while I dry myself. Disgusting bruises in all stages of healing cover my once beautiful skin. My shoulder just healed, but I'm pretty sure he fucked it up again.
I open my medicine cabinet. I stare at the handful of Percocets they prescribed for me when I was at the hospital. I could just take all of them right now and escape this nightmare.
I turn to face the door. I can't. I can't leave behind the one thing that's keeping me alive.
My husband is asleep by the time I get out of the bathroom. I grab my pillows and a blanket to sleep downstairs. When I close my eyes, I see Kurapika. I support my bad shoulder as I sit up on the couch. I wince. Now that the alcohol is out of my system, everything hurts.
I frantically search through my purse for the piece of paper Kurapika gave me. He told me to call anytime. Is one in the morning considered anytime?
I tiptoe across the house and sneak out the back door. My heart pounds as I dial Kurapika's number. One ring. Two. Three. Four.
"Yes? This is Kurapika."
"Hello...Kurapika?"
"Speaking. Who is this?"
"It's...(Y/N). Remember? From the emergency room?"
"Yes, of course. Is everything okay?"
His voice is full of kindness, I cry into the phone.
"(Y/N)? Are you hurt? Do you need me to pick you up from somewhere?"
"I...I..."
What am I doing?
"Sorry, Kurapika. I didn't mean to bother you."
I hang up and immediately clear my recent calls list. I also block his number in case he decides to call me while my husband is around.
I wake up with a pounding headache. I feel the pain travel all the way down to my toes. I want to just shut my eyes and stay here all day, but unfortunately, I have responsibilities.
I sigh before walking up the stairs. It feels like I'm about to run a marathon without any prior training.
I walk straight to my room once I finally reach the top. He's gone. He left without giving me a goodbye kiss.
I brush my teeth and get dressed for the day. I try to apply makeup to my face, but no amount of makeup can cover these bruises. Not to mention the fact that I look like a blowfish.
My doorbell rings when I'm halfway down the stairs. I sit down on one of the steps and grip the railing. I'm not allowed to answer the door unless my husband is home. I'm pretty sure he has cameras set up so I'll get in trouble if I'm caught.
Whoever is out there sure is persistent. It takes them almost a half an hour to stop ringing the doorbell.
I make myself some oatmeal for breakfast. My jaw hurts too much to chew on anything harder than that.
After breakfast, I walk outside to check the mail. It's quite a walk to get to my mailbox, but I don't care. I want to be out of that house as much as possible.
I spot an unfamiliar car out of the corner of my eye. I start to walk faster. Did my husband hire someone to keep an eye on me while he's gone? I wouldn't be surprised.
"(Y/N)?"
My heart pounds. This person knows my name. I start to walk back toward my house.
"(Y/N)!" he shouts my name this time.
I turn to look over my shoulder. Relief washes over me.
"Kurapika?"
I walk toward his shiny sports car. Surely the cameras can't see me from all the way out here.
He gets out of his car and opens the passenger door for me. "I promise...I'm not kidnapping you. I just want to talk."
I hesitate before sitting down on the leather seat, inhaling the new car smell. He gets back behind the wheel and turns to face me.
"Why did you hang up on me last night?"
My lower lip trembles. "How did you find me?"
"I'm a hunter. I have resources."
I grip my stomach, suddenly feeling nauseous. "Wait...you're a hunter?"
I don't trust hunters. My husband reminds me all the time that he basically has a license to hurt me.
"Yes. You had me worried last night. I was actually on my way to my next mission when you called. I turned back around to find you."
"You did? But...why?"
"I sensed something was wrong."
My respirations increase as I watch his arm extend towards me. I wince, covering my eyes.
"Please...don't hurt me," I say.
He pulls away. He frowns at me, quizzically. "Why would I hurt you?"
I uncover my eyes and look in his direction. He's staring at me, most likely wondering why my face looks worse.
Thankfully, my wardrobe consists mainly of sweatsuits. I like to keep my bruises hidden.
"(Y/N), what happened to your face? And tell me the truth."
I try to hold eye contact with him. "You're not going to believe this, but I fell down the stairs again."
He lowers his eyebrows. "Again? Do you have a medical condition?"
I cover my ears. "I just did, okay? Please...stop yelling at me."
"I...I'm not yelling. (Y/N), are you sure you're okay?"
I bury my face in my hands. "No, Kurapika. I'm not. Can you please just take me somewhere? Anywhere."
He puts his car in reverse and drives me away from my house. I don't know where he's taking me, but I don't care.
"Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"
I shake my head. "No. I just ate. But...thank you."
We drive to the city in silence. He parallel parks in front of an elaborate building complete with a wrought iron fence. He opens the car door for me. He doesn't offer me his hand. I'm pretty sure I scared him away from making any personal contact with me.
I feel out of place walking into such a beautiful building dressed in gray sweats. Kurapika unlocks his door and I take off my shoes.
"Make yourself at home. I'll be working in my office."
"Oh...okay," I say.
"Don't worry. I'll stay out of your way. Just allow me to show you where to find the kitchen and bathroom."
He gives me a quick tour of his apartment. I sit on the couch and he hands me the remote to the television.
"I honestly don't use the television much so I don't know what channels are available. I mostly read." He motions toward his bookshelves. "Feel free to look through my books."
I grip the remote, trying my hardest to hold back the tears that are stinging my eyes. "Th...thank you. For everything."
"No need to thank me. I know what it feels like to crave solitude. Just let me know when you're ready to go back home."
I get my apology that night. After Kurapika drops me off, I search for my phone. My eyes widen when I see the number of messages my husband left me.
I forgive him. He told me there was an emergency at work and he had to leave in the middle of the night. His new mission will take three months minimum. Am I wrong for feeling a little happy about that?
The months fly by. Kurapika and I have seen each other almost every day.
He places a bag of take out on his kitchen counter.
I watch as he reaches up for some plates. His muscles flex under his shirt.
"For a hunter, you sure have a lot of free time on your hands," I say, sitting on a stool with my elbows resting on the counter.
He places a plate in front of me. "Actually...do you remember when I told you I was on my way to a mission that night you called?"
I nod.
"Well...I found a colleague to take my place. The mission should almost be complete. Then...I'm afraid...we won't get to see each other as much as I'd like."
Sadness washes over me. "I'm going to miss you, Kurapika."
He presses his palm against his forehead.
"Is something wrong?" I say.
He walks around the counter to where I'm sitting. He spins the stool so I'm facing him. The look in his eyes is intense, but I'm not scared. In fact, I stopped flinching about a month ago. He's been able to hold my hand without me pulling away.
He rests a hand on each of my thighs. He's close. So close that my hair moves when he breathes.
"(Y/N), I have a confession."
I tilt my head to the side. "What is it?"
He tucks some of my hair behind my ear. I feel his bangs press against my forehead.
"I think...I'm falling in love with you," he says.
"I think...I'm falling in love with you," he says.
I don't say anything. I just allow him to hold me against his chest. Every time his heart beats, it sends shivers through my soul. For the past five years, I've felt like a shell of a human. Kurapika has somehow managed to make me...feel.
"Kurapika?"
"Shh...I don't need you to say anything back to me. I just thought you should know."
I pull away from him, locking my eyes with his. "But...you don't know anything about me. How can you say..."
He presses his lips against mine...interrupting me. I need to stop him. I'm married. I'm...
Oh my Kami. His kiss is so warm and gentle. Not sloppy and wet like my husband's. He supports the back of my head with one hand and the small of my back with the other. I feel like someone shocked my heart and gave it life. I place my hands on his chest, involuntarily unbuttoning his white dress shirt.
Once I finish unbuttoning his shirt, I pull it off. We continue kissing while I trace my fingers over his muscles. He tugs at the bottom of my sweatshirt and we break away just long enough so he can pull it over my head.
He lifts me up off the stool and takes me to his bedroom. Still kissing, I unclasp his belt. He steps out of his pants and underwear. He lays me down on his mattress. I lift my hips so he can pull down my sweatpants and panties. Am I really doing this? Am I about to have an affair?
He finally breaks our kiss and stares into my eyes, searching for approval. I nod.
He sits on his knees over me. He looks at my body with widened eyes.
I suddenly feel self conscious.
"(Y/N)...you're covered in bruises!"
Oh...right. My bruises never heal. The ones that do get replaced by new ones. It's a constant cycle.
"Oh...right. I have anemia," I lie. Why am I still defending that bastard?
"Yeah...but..." Kurapika examines each bruise, kissing each one individually. "Do they hurt?"
"No."
He presses his lips against my neck. "It's a shame you cover your beautiful body in sweats." His tongue glides down my jaw. "I'm going to find you the best doctor to help with your condition."
I feel a tinge of guilt for lying to him. "Kurapika...I...."
His tongue makes its way down my torso. I grip the sheets when I feel him kiss my inner thigh. He carefully places one of my legs over his shoulder. His lips are centimeters away from my...ahhh...
His tongue glides up my slit and back down. I feel heat rise from my shoulders up to my cheeks as warm liquid trickles out of me.
Sensing my apprehension, Kurapika stops. He looks at me. "(Y/N), it's okay. I love how you taste. Lay back and enjoy yourself."
A man who puts a woman's needs first? I didn't know such a thing existed.
I do exactly what Kurapika says. He licks each side before returning back to my center. I let out a moan when I feel his tongue dip inside of me. This is a new experience for me. My husband never pleasured me this way. He flat out told me it's disgusting.
But Kurapika...he makes me feel like I'm the best thing he has ever tasted. His fingers travel down my thigh. He holds my knee down while my leg shakes beyond control. He presses his tongue hard against my clit, massaging it in a circular motion. My brain doesn't know how to respond to this pleasure. His tongue glides back down...up...down...ahhh...he sucks on my lips on his way back up.
For a few seconds, I feel my soul leave my body. It floats until I reach the ceiling. I push myself back down. Kurapika wipes his mouth and crawls up beside me. I spread my legs, expecting him to want his turn. Instead, he just...holds me.
My back is facing him as he kisses my shoulder.
"I can write a book about you. Only sweet words would appear on the pages," he says.
Don't leave out the word liar.
I turn around so I'm facing him. I trace his beautiful lips with my index finger before kissing them.
I break away for a breath of air. He furrows his brow as he pulls me back in. "(Y/N), I'm afraid I'll never be able to break away from you."
I kiss him harder...deeper, pushing him until he's laying on his back. I straddle him, positioning my entrance directly above his erection.
"(Y/N), wait! We need..."
I place a finger over his lips. "Shh...it's okay. I'm willing to accept the consequences if you are."
With that, he grabs my waist and pulls me down. He watches me as I rock back and forth against him. I've never seen eyes so black before. I want to ask if he wears contacts, but I don't want to ruin this beautiful moment.
He reaches up and touches my throat. I throw my head back, allowing his fingers to trail down my neck. He finds one of my breasts and gives it a gentle squeeze.
"(Y/N)...even with your bruises, you're still the most beautiful woman on this planet." He lifts his hips up, pushing himself further inside of me. "Please...stay with me forever."
I remain quiet, concentrating on making this moment last as long as possible.
He sits up, holding me close to him. I wrap my legs around his waist, swaying back and forth. I feel his warm breath against my ear.
"(Y/N) Kurta...is it too early to call you that?"
I bury my face into his shoulder. I allow the tears to fall down my cheeks. Kurapika holds my face, wiping away my tears with his thumbs. He kisses my eyes then my lips.
"I'm sorry...I just want you all to myself," he says.
I place my hand over his heart. "Sweet Kurapika...I want you, too."
He smiles against my lips. We don't say another word as we continue to make love. I now understand why it's called that. I used to think it was just something cringy they said in the movies. But...as Kurapika holds me, I realize love exists. It's so unfair...why didn't I meet him sooner?
I know why. More tears stream down my face as I realize something else I'm keeping from him.
He spins me around so he's on top. I grip his shoulders as he moves in...out...in...ohhh...I can't believe this is happening to me. Euphoria...in its purest form...takes over my entire body. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him there until the feeling passes.
Except...it doesn't. He pulls back and thrusts himself inside of me. I come again as his body convulses. He falls on top of me, breathing heavily. I run my fingers through his hair.
"I...I love you, Kurapika."
I can't see his face, but I know he's smiling.
"And I adore you, (Y/N)."
"Must you go?" Kurapika says as he pulls on his jacket.
I slide into my shoes. "Yes, unfortunately."
"Expect me early tomorrow."
I smile.
I smile the entire way back to my house. Nothing can ruin this night.
"(Y/N), were you expecting company?" Kurapika asks me as he turns onto my street. "There's another car in your driveway."
I jolt in my seat. No...no...no. He can't be home already.
Kurapika drives all the way to the front of my house instead of letting me out on the end of the driveway.
The feeling of impending doom takes over me as I frantically try to open the door. "Kurapika, let me out!"
"(Y/N), what's wrong? I want to make sure you get in safely."
I open the door. "I will...just please...get out of here!"
It's too late. My husband is already waiting for me on the porch with his arms crossed over his chest.
He strolls toward me. "Hey, baby. Did you have a nice evening?"
I close the car door and hug myself, afraid to look in his eyes. "Uh...hello, darling. How was your mission?"
I hear Kurapika get out of his car. I close my eyes and sigh. Death...just go ahead and take me.
I don't hear anything. I open my eyes and notice they're both staring at each other, wide-eyed.
"Kurapika? I took your place in this mission so you could stay behind and fuck my wife?" my husband says.
I see the roll in Kurapika's throat as he swallows hard. "Your...wife?"
Kurapika glances towards me. I feel a hole forming inside of my stomach.
"But...how is (Y/N) your wife? Aren't you dating the boss?" Kurapika says.
My neck almost snaps as I turn to face my husband. "Does he mean Neon? Are you having an affair with Neon?"
He laughs. "Oh, (Y/N). You're such a stupid girl. Men are allowed to cheat on their wives."
"But...you made a vow."
He ignores me. I watch as he pulls his gun out of his pocket. He aims it toward me, but stares intensely at Kurapika. Everything goes silent until...
The blast almost deafens me. Adrenaline really works because I don't feel any pain. I look down to check for the source of bleeding. But...I can't find a wound.
I turn to my left and scream as loud as my lungs will allow. Blood pools underneath Kurapika. I run to his side, grabbing his hand.
He writhes in pain as he tries to focus on me.
"(Y/N)...I'll be fine." He coughs. "You...need to...get out of here. He's a manipulator." He coughs some more.
"A manipulator?" I say.
My husband walks toward us. Smoke comes out of his gun and surrounds Kurapika.
"He's right, (Y/N). I can control whoever I shoot with this gun."
All these years and I never knew his Nen ability. He told me it wasn't any of my business. I just pray Kurapika's ability is stronger.
"Get up!" my husband shouts.
Kurapika gets up on his feet, blood dripping from his shoulder.
My husband points at me. "Kill (Y/N)."
My feet are frozen in place. I feel like I'm the one being manipulated. Kurapika walks toward me, grabs my neck, and lifts me up.
I try to loosen his grip on me, but it's no use. He's too strong. I feel the oxygen leave my brain and just when I'm about to pass out, Kurapika drops me. He gets on his knees and shakes his head.
"No, I will not allow you to control me!"
My husband kicks Kurapika back down.
Kurapika rolls around the driveway as if the devil himself is possessing him.
"Stop it!" I scream to my husband who is grinning from ear to ear.
He points his gun at me. "Fine. Maybe I'll have you kill him instead."
Kurapika stands up. Seriousness crosses his face as he grabs me. His right hand is covered in chains. He shields me with his body as he faces my husband.
"You will never hurt (Y/N) again!" He kicks the gun out of my husband's hand. "Your Nen is weak. I never understood how you got this job in the first place."
A dagger-shaped chain rises from his little finger.
"Answer me," says Kurapika. "Was it you who left those bruises on (Y/N)? I'd think carefully about your answer. You know my ability."
I've never seen my husband look scared before.
"Y...yeah. But you don't know her. She's a disobedient wife."
"I find that hard to believe. Even so...that doesn't give you permission to hurt her." Kurapika looks over his shoulder at me. "(Y/N), what do you want me to do?"
I hang my head. "Let him go."
He looks at me in bewilderment. "What? Even after everything he's done?"
"Yes," I choke out.
Kurapika's chain disappears under his sleeve. "Very well then. I will no longer interfere." he says, walking to his car.
He doesn't look at me as he drives away.
My husband grabs my waist. "Good choice, babe. Now come and welcome your husband home properly."
I stare at the ceiling with my legs spread as I allow my husband to fuck me because that's all he knows what to do. Tears pool in my eyes as I think about how I broke Kurapika's heart.
If he only knew...
Two
One month later
I sit on the cold toilet seat in disbelief. I rest my face in my hands, tears slipping through my fingers.
"No...no...no," I say.
I lift my head to stare at the five pregnancy tests that are lined up on my vanity. All of them are positive.
The worst part is...I don't know who the father is.
I walk down the stairs in shame.
Should I even tell Kurapika? I mean...let's be honest...the likelihood of him being the father is slim.
I rest my hands on my abdomen once I reach the bottom of the stairs.
But...what if he is?
I stare at his number on my phone as I sit on the back porch. I sigh, putting my phone down.
I try to think about something else...anything. I suddenly have a craving for a warm bagel with a big glob of cream cheese on top. The problem is...I don't have a car. My husband is out hunting.
Hmm...the bagel shop is within walking distance. I'll take my chances of getting caught and go.
A familiar voice catches my attention after I place my order. I turn around.
Kurapika?
He's talking to a woman. Jealousy forms in the pit of my stomach. Why? He's a single man. He has every right to be out on a date. I just...
"(Y/N)?" Kurapika calls out to me.
I act surprised to see him. "Kurapika?"
I walk toward his table. The woman stands up and bows in front of Kurapika.
"I look forward to hearing from you," she says.
I check her out as she exits the building.
"Girlfriend?" I blurt out.
Kurapika lets out a laugh. "No. She's simply interviewing for a job."
"Oh, right. I heard you started your own hunting business."
The barista calls out my name.
"Have a seat. I'll grab your order for you," Kurapika says.
He returns with my food and coffee. He takes a seat in front of me and takes a sip of his coffee.
"You look beautiful, (Y/N). I must say...dresses look nice on you."
I blush. "Thank you. He's been...umm...nice to me. I don't have to hide under sweats anymore."
He offers me a soft smile. "I'm glad."
I blow the steam from my coffee before taking a sip. "Kurapika, I just want you to know..."
He holds his hand up. "I don't need an explanation. I'm just happy to see you're doing well."
I wave goodbye to Kurapika when we leave the cafe. He notices me walking away.
"(Y/N)? Would you like a ride home?"
I bite my lip. I really shouldn't. "Umm...sure."
We hold hands on our way back to my house. I wish the ride was longer than two blocks.
I glance in his direction. "Kurapika?"
He lifts his sunglasses and takes his eyes off the road to look at me. "Yes?"
"Do you...umm...still think about me?"
He focuses on the road again, pulling his sunglasses back over his eyes. "All the time." He runs his thumb across my knuckles. "You?"
I look out of the window. "I cry myself to sleep every night."
He pulls up to my driveway. He rests his elbow on his steering wheel, looking in my direction. "I'm glad we ran into each other. Stay safe, (Y/N)."
I can't take my eyes off of him. "Take me somewhere. We need to talk."
He furrows his brow. "But what about..."
"He's not home. Let's go."
He pulls into an abandoned parking lot and puts his car in park.
I watch as he takes off his sunglasses and puts them back into their case. I'm afraid if I take my eyes off of him, I'll miss something.
His eyes meet mine. I feel myself blush so I look away, taking in my surroundings. "Kurapika, we're next to a cemetery."
He smiles. "What? Are you afraid they'll hear us?"
I slap his thigh.
He kisses my hand. "What do you want to talk about?"
I glare into his eyes, noticing their intensity again. "Uh...do you wear contacts?"
His smile grows. "Is that what you wanted to talk about? About whether or not I wear contact lenses?"
I twirl my hair around my finger. "No. I just wanted to ask."
"The answer is yes. Next question."
I place my hand over my stomach. "I...I..." My throat is suddenly dry.
He pulls me over the console and into his lap. He slides his seat back so the steering wheel isn't in the way.
He studies my face, taking the loose strands of my hair between his fingers.
I stare at the love of my life, realizing we barely know each other. I place my hand on his chest. I know his heart, and that's all I need to know.
What he knows about me is that I'm a liar, yet I'm still on his mind constantly.
He's close...too close. If I don't leave now, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop what I feel is about to happen.
Two seconds. That's all it takes for his lips to meet mine. Mmm...I forgot how good he kisses. His tongue brushes over mine, almost as if he's teasing me. He grabs the back of my head and that's when it happens. He pulls me in and kisses me as if he's making up for lost time.
We break away for air, eyes never each other's.
"(Y/N), would it be okay if I pretended you were mine?"
I press my lips against his neck. "I am yours, Kurapika."
He pulls my dress over my head. I unbutton his shirt and lean against him as he unclasps my bra. I could stay like this forever...skin-to-skin with Kurapika.
Although it is cramped in his car, we still manage to get out of the rest of our clothes. He pulls the lever to his seat, pushing it back as far as it will go.
I lift my hips over him, sliding down his length. I lift myself back up...then down, overwhelmed by the feeling. He brushes his fingers over my navel, and I pretend the baby is his. I pretend we're a family...because that's all the universe will allow me to do...pretend.
He kisses my shoulder...the one that I thought was dislocated.
"How could anyone hurt you?" Kurapika says, angrily.
I hear him sniffle.
I turn his face toward me and kiss his tears away. "Shh...I'm yours, remember?"
He nods.
He grabs my waist and lifts me up...down....up...damn this car. I wish I could wrap my legs around him.
Sensing my frustration, he stops me.
"Put your clothes back on."
I tilt my head to the side in confusion. "Huh?"
"Just follow me."
And I do. He takes me to a beautiful pavilion in the middle of the forest in the opposite direction of the cemetery. He spreads his jacket over the floor.
I look around. "But...won't someone see us?"
He tugs at the bottom of my dress. "Trust me...I spend a lot of time out here. People don't even know this place exists."
I lay down on his jacket. He leaves a trail of kisses down the side of my neck before entering me. I moan into his ear. He thrusts in...out...in...ahh...he moves to the right...the left...and back to the center. He treats my femininity like it belongs to him.
I call out his name while I have an orgasm so intense, it sends me to the top of the highest tree.
He's in the middle of having his by the time I get back down. His eyes are squeezed shut, and his thrusts slow down. He pushes all the way inside me one last time before his body stiffens.
We're a tangled mess of limbs. The sound of birds chirping around us fills the air. Leaves rustle as the wind blows through the trees. I like it here. I want to make this moment last a little longer.
I run my fingers up and down Kurapika's back, hoping he'll fall asleep. I think about the life we could share. I imagine us building a little cottage out here and waking up in each other's arms every morning. We would walk out here and have coffee while our baby sleeps in his stroller. It's a beautiful dream. But...that's all it is...a dream.
Kurapika lifts his head. "I love you, (Y/N)."
"And I adore you, Kurapika."
Once we're back in his car, I decide now is the time to tell him everything.
He buckles my seat belt.
"Kurapika, I'm pregnant."
He slowly lifts his head to face me. "Am I?"
I shake my head. "I don't know."
He stares out of the window at nothing. The corners of his lips move upward into a proud smile.
"It is. Even if not biologically, it's mine. You're mine, (Y/N). Choose me. I promise to protect you and to put you and our child above all else."
I sob into my hands.
Kurapika wraps his arm around my shoulders. "What is keeping us apart, (Y/N)? Do you love him?"
"No."
"Then...I don't understand."
I put my hands down, watching my teardrops fall on my dress.
"I'll show you."
I give Kurapika directions as he drives. Confusion crosses his face as we pull into the parking lot.
He helps me out of the car, staring at the building in front of us. "What are we doing at a hospital?"
We take the elevator to the fifth floor, and I check in at the main desk. I take Kurapika's hand and we walk down the hall.
Before I open the door, I place my hands on Kurapika's chest. "There's someone I'd like you to meet."
I open the door and the small boy notices me right away.
"Mama!" he shouts.
Tears stream down my face as I sit on his bed, taking him into my arms.
Kurapika slowly walks toward us, mouth parted.
I ruffle my son's dark hair. "I want you to meet my friend, Kurapika. Tell him your name."
My adorable little boy looks up at Kurapika with a big smile on his face. "My name's Yukio. It means happy. What does your name mean?"
"Uh...uh," Kurapika says, too stunned to speak.
I notice the dimples appear on Yuki's cheeks as he smiles. Even with everything going on, he truly is a happy boy. "Yuki was born with a rare medical condition, so he spends most of his time here. Whenever we take him home, he gets sick, and we have to rush him right back. It breaks my heart, but to be honest, I'd rather him stay here and not witness...well...you know."
Kurapika sits on the bed next to us. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Yukio. How old are you?"
Yuki holds up his hand, proudly.
"Five?" Kurapika says. "Wow."
Yuki turns his attention back to me. "Mama, are you here to take me back home? I'm bored. They don't have any new toys to play with."
"What kind of toys do you like?" Kurapika says. "I'd love to buy you some."
Yuki's face brightens. "Really? Wow...you're nice."
"Do you know how to read yet?" Kurapika asks Yuki.
Yuki hangs his head. "A little. I'm not very good."
Kurapika holds my son's hands. "I'm going to teach you."
Yuki's jaw drops. "You will?"
Kurapika nods.
I reach for a tissue and dab at the corners of my eyes. Yuki's father doesn't even treat him this nicely. That's if he even makes time to visit him.
"Mama, I like your friend! Bring him more often."
I run my fingers through his hair. "I will. Now let me talk to the nurses. I'll be right back."
Kurapika and I leave the room, closing the door behind us.
I hug myself. "You see? That's why I can't leave my husband. He threatened to keep Yuki away from me if I left him."
Kurapika wraps his arms around me. "My best friend is a pediatric surgeon. He specializes in rare cases. Maybe he can help your son."
I push him away to look at him, but my vision is blurry from my tears. "Do you really think he'll do that for me? A complete stranger?"
"Of course. It's his passion. With your consent, I can have Leorio request your son's file so he can start looking through it."
I squeeze Kurapika. Hope fills my veins and I feel like I can accomplish anything."
"I'm going to do it, Kurapika. I'm going to ask for a divorce."
I stack my suitcases next to the front door. My husband should be home any minute. My hands tremble from the anxiety that's building in my chest.
I turn my head toward the front door when I hear the knob turn.
He slides out of his shoes, noticing my suitcases. "Planning a trip? I just got home. You're gonna have to give me time to unwind a little."
I straighten my posture. "No."
He gives me a quizzical look. "No? Then what's with the suitcases?"
I stomp my foot. "I want a divorce!"
He holds his abdomen while he laughs. He walks past me, pushing me away. "Thanks for the laugh. Now do something useful and make me something to eat."
"No. I'm serious. I want a divorce. I don't love you."
He can tell his smile is fading. I swallow hard as he turns to face me. The vein in the middle of his forehead protrudes as he closes the distance between us.
My pulse races. I expect him to slap me. That's okay...I can handle that.
"You fucking whore."
I can handle his words.
"You know you'll never see your son again if you leave me," he continues.
I take a deep breath. "You can't keep him away from me. I'm his mother, dammit!"
He reaches into his pocket. "You want to get loud with me? Big mistake."
He pulls out a knife. My eyes widen in panic. I feel my heart threaten to rise to my throat as he lifts his arm up. I summon every ounce of strength I have to block him.
"I'm pregnant!" I shout. "Please...don't hurt me...I'm pregnant."
He drops the knife. He kneels in front of me, taking me into his arms to soothe me.
"We're having another baby? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"Because it doesn't matter. I'd rather go to hell than to have my child watch you hurt me."
He lifts me up and takes me upstairs. I punch him as hard as I can, trying to escape.
He stops at the bathroom door. "You're adorable, do you know that? Those tiny punches feel like raindrops."
"Go to hell!"
He kicks open the bathroom door. "How far along are you?"
"I'm not exactly sure. I just found out so I'm guessing maybe a month."
He does the math in his head. He scowls at me. "So you're telling me this might be Kurta's child?"
I shake my head. "No. We never had sex," I lie.
He throws me in the bathroom. The back of my head hits the porcelain tub.
He points at me. "You're a liar! I smelled him all over you the night I taught you a lesson."
I place my hand behind my head. I wince, feeling warm liquid cover my hand.
He locks me in the bathroom. I start to pant. I've seen him angry plenty of times, but never like this.
I attempt to crawl out of the window, but my hands are covered in blood, making it too slippery to reach it.
I hear the door open. He reaches for my ankle and pulls me toward him. I hit my chin on the way down.
He turns me on my back. He steps over me wearing a big smile on his face.
"You want to end our marriage?"
I nod.
He looks to the side, scratching his chin. "Hmm...I believe you said, 'til death do us part.'"
Oh, no.
He places my hands behind my back, handcuffing me.
He stands on his knees and raises his right arm. I notice his hand is balled into a fist. He extends his arm, using full force, directly over my abdomen.
All of the air is pushed out of my lungs. He doesn't give me time to recover. He uses his left hand to punch me again. He continues to punch me until I...
Lullaby and good night,
You're your mother's delight,
Shining angels beside
My darling abide
Soft and warm is your bed,
Close your eyes and rest your head.
Soft and warm is your bed,
Close your eyes and rest your head.
Brahms' lullaby plays in my head as I open my eyes. I see Kurapika sitting in bed next to me with his face in his hands.
"Kurapika?" I say, voice hoarse.
He drops his hands and turns to face me. His eyes are bloodshot.
"(Y/N)! You're finally awake!"
"What...happened? Where am I?"
I attempt to sit up, but he stops me immediately.
"Lay down, my love." He caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. "Are you in pain?"
I think about his question. Pain is something I've learned to live with for the past five years. "Y...yes."
He presses a button on my bedrail.
"Yes, this is room four eighty-four. My wife would like some pain medication," Kurapika says through the intercom.
"Wife?" I say.
He shrugs his shoulders. "It's the only way they'll let me stay the night with you."
I look around. "Am I in the hospital?"
He nods.
"What floor am I on?"
He finds my hand underneath the heavy blanket. "The maternity floor."
I furrow my brow. "Maternity? But...why?"
Tears pool in Kurapika's eyes. "It's all my fault. I knew better than to let you ask for a divorce alone." He takes a deep breath. "I sensed something was wrong so I drove as fast as I could to your house. But...by the time I got there...it was too late."
I'm afraid to ask my next question.
"And...the baby?"
He shakes his head. "There's no baby." He lays his head on my chest. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N). But I promise...he'll never hurt you again. I placed a condition on him. You're free."
I look up at the ceiling. I knew Kurapika was most likely not the father. But...it was still a baby. A baby that we could have raised together.
My eyes widen. "What about Yuki?"
Kurapika lifts his head and smiles. "Leorio is taking good care of him. In fact, he's confident he'll be able to cure him by Christmas."
"Really? Yuki has never spent a Christmas at home." My heart suddenly sinks to my stomach. "Wait...I don't have a home."
Kurapika kisses my chapped lips. "As long as you're with me, you'll always have a home."
The nurse knocks on the door and walks in.
"Oh, you're awake! I have your pain medication for you," she says, pulling medication out of the vial and into a syringe.
She scans my wristband and asks for my name and birthday. "You know, your husband refused to leave your side. We had to practically kick him out of the operating room." She winks at me. "I'd say he's a keeper."
I start to feel the effects of the pain medicine immediately. Once the nurse leaves, I smile at Kurapika.
"Kurapika...my husband. I like the sound of that."
He returns my smile. "I do as well."
"Hey, Kurapika?"
"Yes, my love?"
"What did you tell them? You know...when you brought me in?"
He looks away. "Uh...I told them you fell down the stairs."
We both know it's not funny, but we laugh anyway. I think we laugh because we know it will never happen again.
It's our second Christmas together as a family. Wrapping paper and ribbon carpet the floor as gifts are being opened. Kurapika hands me a mug of hot cocoa.
"This will warm you up while we're outside. Yuki wants to try out his new sled."
I take the steaming mug from him. "Sounds like a great idea."
Yuki grabs Kurapika's leg. "Let's go, papa!" He runs toward the front door.
Kurapika extends his arm to him. "I'm right behind you, son. Don't forget your coat!"
It always brings a smile to my face when I see how well Kurapika and Yuki get along.
Kurapika immediately adopted Yuki after we got married. It wasn't hard for Kurapika to get permission from my ex-husband.
Kurapika left the courthouse that day looking like he just won the lottery.
I push the stroller to our pavilion as I watch my favorite boys play in the snow. I sit down and reach into the stroller to make sure our baby girl is shielded from the cold.
I take in a breath of cold air. A sense of peace washes over me as I take in my beautiful surroundings. Kurapika made all of my dreams come true. He purchased the land around my favorite pavilion in the forest and built me a cottage.
Yuki climbs up the stairs covered in snow followed by his father, who is already out of breath.
"Can baby sister come out and ride the sled with us?" Yuki says.
I laugh. "She's sleeping. Besides, she can't even sit up yet."
He frowns. "Can I at least hold her?"
Kurapika is already getting his daughter out of the stroller. "Sure. Just have a seat," he says.
I jump to my feet. "Kurapika, what are you doing? It's freezing out here!"
He kisses our baby on her forehead, waking her up. She gives him a huge toothless grin.
"Yuki just wants to hold his baby sister. I don't see any harm in that." He supports her head while placing her against his shoulder. Wisps of blonde hair poke out of the bottom of her hat.
"But..." I say.
"Calm down, (Y/N)." Kurapika places our baby in Yuki's lap.
Kurapika's right. I do need to calm down. It's just that when the doctors told me I wouldn't be able to conceive after the beating my ex gave me, I became overprotective. Not to mention the fact that Yuki has been sick for most of his life. I owe my life to Leorio for curing him.
Yuki grins from ear to ear as he holds his baby sister. "She's so tiny and cute! I love her so much, mama and papa!"
"I think you're already the best big brother in the whole world!" Kurapika says, ruffling his hair.
Later that evening, after tucking our children into bed, Kurapika and I sit in front of the fireplace.
I kiss Kurapika on the cheek. "Remember...I still have a Christmas present to give you."
He wraps a blanket around us. "I hope it's a full night of sleep." He laughs.
I flash him a mischievous smile. "How did you guess?"
He presses his lips against my temple, inhaling my scent. "No. It's you who deserves the rest."
He places his head on my shoulder. His breathing slows down. I reach behind for one of the pillows that are on the couch. Being extra careful not to wake him, I place the pillow under his head. I gently lay him down on the floor.
I let out a soft laugh. Yuki really exhausted him today. I comb his hair away from his face with my fingers. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. My sweet Kurapika. The man who saved me from a life of constant fear.
I get up from the floor and walk to our bedroom. Instead of waking Kurapika, I grab some extra pillows and blankets to sleep with him on the floor.
On my way out, I notice an envelope sitting on the dresser with my name written on it. I drop the pillows and blankets and open it.
My beautiful wife, (Y/N),
What can I possibly buy you for Christmas? Nothing comes close to the precious gifts you have given me. The best being a house full of hearts to welcome me home at the end of each day.
It's been a little over two years since you gave me your heart. I know some of your bruises are still healing, and some may never heal. However, I promise to be patient with you. I am your protector, and I will keep you safe to the best of my ability. I'm always on guard.
With that said, I hope you enjoy the small present I found for you. I love...no, that word doesn't come close to the way I feel about you. I adore and honor you. I'm enamored with you. You may not know this, but you saved me as well.
Merry Christmas.
Eternally yours,
Kurapika
I hold the letter close to my heart and smile, resisting the urge to run out of my room to wake Kurapika up.
I open the beautifully wrapped box that was next to the letter. I gasp when I see the gorgeous necklace. I immediately put it on, admiring the scarlet heart-shaped jewel.
The next morning, I feel Kurapika sit up and stretch.
"You found the present I left you!" he says.
I stretch, smiling. He kisses my neck. "Are you sleeping? We probably have a good hour before the kids wake up."
My smile grows wider. He lifts me up and carries me to our bedroom. He locks the door and rushes over me. He's right, some of my inner bruises may never heal, but he sure does a good job in making me forget about them.