The gentleness of his fingers moving against my skin nearly made close my eyes. His fingers traced the outline of the tattoo on my naked flesh which I wasn't aware of until he told about its existence.
"A beautiful rose and a rosary," He mumbled absentmindedly, his breathing heavy against my back.
He was so near to that I suddenly beca aware of my nakedness. I pressed the shirt he just handed to my chest to cover my bare breasts.
I tried to ignore his presence but it was impossible. It was hard to ignore an overly six feet tall demigod, packed with rippling muscles and irresistible charm. Especthat he's caressing my back in a gentle way I never knew he's capable of.
"If you didn't love , why did you need to put my na on your skin?"
Before I could even respond, he lifted up from the floor as if I weighed no more than a feather and turned my body to his until I was facing him.
His dark midnight eyes caged mine.
I blinked rapidly, shocked by the sudden shift in his tone. A mont later he was gentle and the next thing I knew he was looking at now as if he wanted to tear my head off my neck.
"W-what do you an?" I blurted out loud as I stared at him with a horrified expression.
"My na on your back! Dammit Alexandria!"
He was furious but he made no attempt to hurt .
Realization hit as I found out why he was so angry. I swung my head to the full length mirror behind my back and saw that underneath the rosary and the rose tattoo on my back his na was written underneath.
"When did you get that tattoo?" He asked. His hawk-sharp eyes never leave mine.
"I don't know! I don't rember a thing." I shot back. Exasperated.
Trying to recall the mories I couldn't even rember was hurting my head. I wished that I could answer the questions he was throwing at .
"Dammit." He mumbled under his breath. His hand ran through his hair in exasperation. "I don't know what ga you are playing, Alexandria but I dare you I'm not gonna let you fool again." After saying the words, he cast one sharp glance that penetrated deep into my soul and wordlessly strode to the door and slamd the door shut.
He was gone but I was still there standing, staring at the door, wondering why he was furious over a tattoo.
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The dinner table felt as if soone had died by how silent it was. Except for the clatter of spoons and forks, there was no other noise that could be heard.
Niall, as if sensing the animosity between Lucas and I, ate his food in silence while I fed him.
The boy kept his head down the whole ti. He looked obviously sad and seeing him that way tore my heart to shreds. I would be the worst mom ever if I wouldn't be able to cheer him up.
The dinner that should have lasted longer ended imdiately as if it was a food eating contest and who finishes the food first wins.
With a heavy sigh, I finished the last bite of food and decided to retire early for the evening. The trip earlier this morning was so tiring and I was craving a good night sleep.
Niall was sent upstairs first. His personal nanny helped him prepare for the night since I couldn't do it myself because of my injury.
Wordlessly, Lucas picked up from the chair and carried to my room bridal style since I can't climbed the stairs alone.
He carried to my room and placed on the top of the bed. I managed to thank him before he got out the door.
When I was finally alone I start preparing for sleep. With the assistance of my crutches, I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. When I finished, I sat in front of the dresser and unclasped my extrely long hair until
it tumbled past my shoulders down to my waist.
I start taming my hair to submission using the hair brush I found on top of the dresser until there was no tangles left.
The sound of the roaring thunder almost made flinch from where I sat. Soon enough, sharp lightning carved into the sky. It's going to rain soon, I thought to myself and I wasn't mistaken, drops of water from the sky started to pour to the earth. I saw it from the slightly parted curtains of the floor to ceiling window.
Niall.
Suddenly my son ca to my thoughts. For an unknown reason, I suddenly found myself worried. Perhaps it was motherly instinct which made grab my crutches and make my way to his room.
I was halfway to the corridor when I saw Lucas erging from Niall's room. He was carrying the tearful child into his arms.
"What happened to him?" My voice was low but underneath I was on the verge of panic.
"He's scared of thunder." Lucas replied and carried Niall straight to the master's bedroom while I followed behind them.
The child didn't stop crying even after Lucas placed him on the bed. I bit my lower lip, as his sobs intensified. Lucas did everything to console him but he wouldn't stop crying.
I placed my crutches on the wall and climbed into the king size bed.
"Mommy's here, baby." I gently mumbled against his ears as I lay down beside him. Niall buried his head into my neck. I covered his ears with my palms so he wouldn't be troubled by the occasional sound of thunder.
I start to sing a lullaby to distract him from his fears. Slowly, I feel him relax in my arms. He even stopped crying as he listened to while I sang.
A few minutes later when I checked on him I discovered that he was fast asleep and when I raised my head to Lucas he was intently looking at .
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