Page 97 of Light in Your Eyes
I can feel the weight of his question. It's a tough question to answer, but I know that I only have one answer. I haven't lost hope. I haven't lost my faith that Jaxon is still alive.
"Yes. I'm sure that he'll come back home," I say.
Kellan focuses his attention on the sky again, although he can't see it. We stay silent for a long moment, feeling the breeze blowing softly against our skin. I sigh, allowing myself to cherish every second we have here before we go back into the cabin.
"You know," Kellan starts, tentatively, causing me to wonder what he's about to say. "If there's only one color I can remember again, I would kill to see it again."
He turns his face toward me, and strangely, now I can see the sadness in his eyes.
"It's blue."
***
"I'm fucking hungry," Kellan grumbles while he's waiting for his dinner to be served.
He's sitting at the dining table, and the aroma of the truffle I'm cooking for him has been making his hunger worse.
I chuckle, witnessing his grumpy attitude as I prepare his meal in the kitchen. "Just a little more. I told you to just wait in the bedroom or somewhere else. You don't have to sit there and torture yourself."
"I still can smell it from any room inside this house," he mutters.
I shake my head in amusement.
"God. I'm fucking getting out of here." He stands up from the chair and storms out onto the patio.
I focus my attention back on the mushroom soup I've been cooking. It's going to be done really soon while the other dishes are already placed on the kitchen counter.
I glance at the honey-glazed chicken and potato gnocchi I made earlier. A proud smile touches my lips.
After I finish cooking, I turn off the stove. Since Kellan has already moved to the patio, it's better if we have dinner there.
I bring the food to the other dining area located on the back patio, and Kellan immediately straightens up in his seat.
"I'm literally drooling," he growls. "What took you so long?"
I almost roll my eyes, but I can't help the small smile creeping onto my lips. He might be a mafia leader, but sometimes he acts like a baby.
I feel slightly bad for making him wait so long, but the moment he devours my cooking like it's the best meal he's ever had in his life, I make a note to myself that the process is worth it.
"Fuck. You cooked all my favorite food."
I watch as he keeps eating with so much enthusiasm. Itdoes something to my heart even though what we're doing now is a simple thing. Just witnessing him being happy makes my heart leap with delight.
I realize now that seeing Kellan happy is another level of happiness for me. I don't know why it's so important to me. Maybe it's because he has suffered a lot and because I always think that he deserves more in life.
I've been so absorbed in watching him enjoy his meal that I barely touch my food. I clear my throat, feeling embarrassed of myself.
While I'm eating quietly, he says, "You know, you didn't have to do that."
I look up from my plate and see him staring in my direction.
"You can cook any dish you want, and I will devour it nonetheless," he says. "I love your cooking, whatever it is."
His words melt my heart.
Kellan has been really nice nowadays, and sometimes it still catches me off guard because of the way he used to be when we first met.
"I wanted to," I say truthfully, and his eyes soften.
