The Love That Passed

Colleen’s POV

I wanted to cry that very moment that he was telling me about what had happened two years ago. He was facing a problem then and I didn’t do anything to help him. I got mad at him without knowing that he was in a tight situation as well. I can feel his sincerity when he said he was sorry and what he said before I was totally out in my sleep.

He wanted me to stay longer. He wanted me to be with him and our baby. I tried not to cry, I didn’t want him to know that I was still awake and had heard everything. Although it was his confession, I still didn’t want him to feel a burden. It must be his way of lessening the weight on his shoulders.

It was three days ago, and every time I look at him, I can’t help but feel sorry for both of us. But, I didn’t want to think that way anymore. Starting that night and following nights, he had been telling me about him and what he had been doing after we got married.

It made me feel that he was filling me up with information about him that I didn’t know which I should, because he is my husband. At night we do that, talking about ourselves. He was happy when I told him about what I think whenever I saw him.

He was in the swimming pool. Because I told him last night that I watched him swimming the night before and that he had a sexy body, so he decided to swim now and show me his body.

*** Flashback from last night ***

“I want to tell you something,” I said,

“What is it?”

“Do you remember the time when you went for a swim at night?”

“Yeah, don’t tell me—” he replied and then he laughed, so I laughed too. Yes, that was funny. “You could have come out, I would have invited you.”

“No way, even if I want to, I am not going to jump in the pool with you.” I replied,

“Why is that?”

“I don’t know what I am going to do with you.” I replied and he creased his forehead, “You are in your swimming trunks looking so hot. I was just peeking but I already feel differently.” I added, and then I saw his eyes widen and realized what I had just said. Out of shyness, I covered my face with my hands. He was laughing so hard so I looked at him,

“You’re laughing, huh?” I asked.

“Yeah, because I am very happy. I just wish that you really would come out and swim with me.” he replied,

“If I do that, our first time will be that night. You want that?” I asked without thinking,

Then I saw his face get serious, “Yes,” he replied and I saw sadness in his eyes again, “So I would be able to find out about your condition earlier and you will be able to have your surgery with your second donor and our daughter will be healthy and you didn’t have to suffer this much.”

Yes, it could have been that way. But what if it’s not? How can he be so sure about that? “What’s matter now, is that we are together and happy like that,” I told him. I didn’t want to ruin the moment we had just now. He nodded and smiled at me,

“Do you know why I was swimming during those nights?” he asked, looking at the sky. I followed his gaze and asked,

“Why?”

“I was restless and thinking. I wanted to approach you and talk to you but I didn’t know where and how to start.” he answered and I couldn’t help but smile. “I was thinking if you left the house, where are you going and who are you with? What time did you leave and come back?” he added. “I keep asking that to myself.” he continued and looking at me,

“I never left the house unless it was time for my check up or when Ingrid and Mommy Claire asked me to come with them.” I told him,

“You should have come out more often. Spend more whenever you are with Ingrid, she’s a shopaholic.” he said as he chuckled.

“Yes, I know that. She likes to buy everything. When I told her that she already had the bag that she wanted, she would tell me that it was old and needed a new one as a replacement.”

“Mom had been warning her about her spending but she wouldn’t listen.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if Mommy Claire would start finding a wealthy husband for him.” I said laughing and he did too. “What could be her reaction when that happened?”

“She loves mom so much, so she would probably follow her. But if ever she objects, I am sure that she will be coming to me seeking help,” he said.

“And what are you going to do if that happens?”

“I am going to tell her to just follow mom because she chose the best one for me.” he replied and kissed me. That was heaven. I loved it when he was this sweet. So cheesy, but I don’t care. Not every husband could tell that to their wives because they were ashamed to show their emotions. But my Jared is different, he showered me with sweet nothings and I am sure that those were not because I am sick. It was because he loved me so much.

*** End of flashbacks ***

“You’re thinking about me again?” My super hot and handsome husband asked. I nodded before I replied,

“Yes,” then I roamed and feasted my eyes on his body.

“You can touch me if you want,” he said, winking.

“Yeah right,” I replied as I got up from my seat and handed him his robe. He took it and wore it, then I motioned him to sit so I could dry his hair.

“You don’t have to do that,”

“But I want to. This is not tiring, so I will be fine.” I replied and then he let me. I started drying his hair and once I was done, I did what I wanted to do to him for a long time. I had him from behind. My arms were over his shoulders, touching his chest and my cheek on his. I closed my eyes and felt him, then I felt him holding my arms, so I opened my eyes. He led me to his lap, so I sat there, not breaking our eye contact.

“It’s the first time that you did that,” he said.

“I have been wanting to do that ever since.”

“I want you to know that I liked it so much,” he replied and kissed me, and I kissed him back. He was always gentle, so I didn’t have to catch my breath. He was very careful about that. Then he touched my now bigger tummy.

“You and our baby are the most important people in my life,” he said. I smiled and nodded. I understand what he meant because I can feel what he was feeling now. I love him and he loves me. That’s all that matters now.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.