Page 118 of Fighting For Light
I don’t think there was any right answer here. I need to trust that if she didn’t want to come back here, then she would have spoken up.
By the time we settle in bed and I pull her into me, she relaxes a little, but I think we have a long road ahead of us. She has to feel safe at home again.
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Cordi woke me up with another nightmare, and my heart ripped apart from hearing her cry. I wish I could take them. I wish I could bear that stress for her. This time, she cried herself back to sleep because she’s utterly exhausted. I lay there for the rest of the night, holding her to me while listening to her even breaths, tracking every move and bump in the night.
The sun makes its way up, pouring light into the house, and the birds chirp. Cordi’s still out cold, so I slip out from under her and go make her breakfast. Cooking and baking are not my forte, but I figured I’d try my hand at scones. She likes those, and I’ddo anything to help her relax because this stress isn’t good for any of us.
After burning myself, cutting myself, and trying not to burn the scones, I carry a tray upstairs. Pushing the door open gently, it still swings too fast and bumps the wall, making me wince.
Cordi snaps up, and her eyes widen on me.
“What is this?” she asks as her chest heaves.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I…I made you breakfast.”
Her face breaks into a wide smile, and my heart lurches in my chest. She scoots herself up against the headboard, and I set the tray down to arrange the pillows behind her.
“Comfortable?”
She nods, and I set the tray next to her, making sure not to spill the glass of water and orange juice.
I found a few daisies that always grow by the fence out back and put them in a small cup. Her eyes well as she looks between me and the tray.
“This is beautiful. Thank you, Kai.”
I smile and rub her cheek with my thumb. “You’re welcome, baby.” I sit next to her and get my coffee, taking a sip. She grabs a chocolate chip scone and looks at it.
“Wait, did youbakethese?”
“Yes,” I say hesitantly.
She hums and takes a gentle bite. “These are actually really good,” she says, mumbling around the food.
I grin and reach for one.
We eat in silence, and I can’t keep my eyes off of her, making sure she’s okay, maybe pushing away some of those demons that seem to haunt her in her sleep. If I could jump in and kill them myself, I would.
“I need to start looking for another wedding dress.” She sighs.
“Since we’re already technically married, does that mean I get to see it?” I ask her hopefully.
She grins and shakes her head. “I’m not superstitious, but I am a littlestitious. So I’m going to say no.”
“Okay, Michael,” I quip, and she grins.
“It feels like it would be bad luck, right?” she asks.
I shrug. “You’re asking the wrong husband, babe. I’m obviously going to say no because I want to see it.”
She rolls her eyes. “Your mom mentioned a few designers who would bring everything to me because I’m almost eight months, and about to burst.”
“Do you not want to go out?” I ask her gently.
She shakes her head and takes a bite of her scrambled eggs.
“Okay, then the store needs to come to you.”
