Jay pov.
I immediately put 4 pillows and stacked them in the middle as a wall separating us. Because knowing him, he's probably going to be staring at me when I'm trying to Sleep😴.
He looked at me, and then at the pillow barrier, then back at me- and pouted. The great Mark Kiefer Watson- CEO of Watson enterprises- was currently sulking like a big baby. I frowned. "What?" I asked, seeing his expression.
"What is that for? I want to be able to see your beautiful face."
"Fvck off."
"Profanity." He said. His whole face basically lit up with joy, the pouting vanishing from his face.
"No! Kiss your face!"
I immediately layed down on one side of the bed and turned to the opposite side.
"Jay please! Come on! A deal is a deal this isn't fair." He muttered. I could practically feel him sulking in his voice. I didn't even bother to respond. I was still angry about the whole sleeping pill incident.
Maybe it wasn't completely his fault. But still- who in their right mind would willingly take those?
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*middle of the night*
I woke up to heavy panting coming from the side of me. I frowned. "Watson?" I called out. No answer.
"Kwanan? What's going on?" I asked. Still no answer. Sighing I removed the pillow. "I swear if this is some sort of trick to make me remove the pillow-" I paused mid sentence when I actually saw him. He was asleep, but he was sweating and panting and twitching in the bed as if he was having a nightmare. His eyelids were fluttering and he looked like he was caught in that trance.
"Hey... Kiefer. Wake up! It's just a nightmare. It's not real wake up." I even tried shaking him but he didn't wake up. His jaw set so hard he was bleeding in the lip because of biting it hard. Tears pooled in my eyes as I finally understood why exactly he's been taking those damn pills. This is all my fault.
"J-jay. Don't leave" he stuttered out.
Left with no other choice and desperate to somehow wake him up, I went with the only option I had left. I pressed my lips to his and forced his lips apart to stop him from biting in. The sheer force of it woke him. I immediately let go and sat back straight. Tears were freely falling of my eyes.
At first he looked disturbed and confused as if some part of him was still stuck in that dream, but the minute he saw me crying, all trace of it vanished from his face left with only concern.
He immediately pulled me into his arms to console me. Stupid idiot. He was the one who needed to be consoled after that nightmare.
"I'm so sorry I made you cry Jay.." He said. What the actuall hell?! Why is he apologising? I remember a certain someone saying 'apologising is not my thing. So is explaining." But all he's done since he came back is apologise.
I shook my head. "Sorry. Its because of me." I muttered under my breath.
"Jay, can I please take those pills? I cant sleep without them."
"So will you be taking it for the rest of your life then?"
"No, I'll stop eventually but-"
"Then why not do it now? You're going to have to stop at some point anyway. So do it now." I said firmly.
He looked at me for a second then nodded. "okay." He said, then directly dropped his head onto my lap.
My face went bright red. "What are you doing?"
"What? You told me to sleep." He said, feigning innocence.
"Yeah but why-" I started.
"Because I can't sleep otherwise." He said, the mischeif melting, and his voice laced with a quiet honesty that caught me off gaurd.
"Fine... Whatever." I muttered. Trying to sound unaffected.
I carefully shifted so that I was comfortably leaning against the pillow and mindlessly started twirling and playing with his hair. Don't blame me. It looked really silky, so my intrusive thoughts won. I even tried making hairstyles with his hair, even holding it in aa ponytail.
He didn't even complain. Honestly, the delirious idiot actually looked happy about it. He fell asleep within aa few minutes with a small, soft, smile on hs face. (AN- completely, hopelessly gone for each other...)
And within the next few minutes, I, too, fell asleep...
And started dreaming. Worst mistake of my life.
Kiefer pov.
The morning light filtered through the windows. For the first time in almost 2 months, I had finally slept peacefully without any pills- all because of her presence. She is the only one who could heal me, and reduce me to my knees. She is my peace. My safe place. My queen. My life. My everything. My home.
I have never thought, once in my life, that I would love someone as much as I love her. She has been, is, and always will be the best thing that has happened to my miserable life. I swear, right here, right now, that I will never make her cry ever again. Even now, she looked like a beautiful angel, and I was just one lucky bastard to be loved by her.
I just stared at her for a good few minutes, then leaned closer and pressed my lips to her forehead. She stirred slightly, but didn't wake up. Instead she nuzzled a biit closer- and I swear I felt my heart practically explode.
"When did my snorlax baby get this big?" She muttered snuggling closer. A wave of irrational ridiculous jealousy passed through me. I was right here. Why was she dreaming about that damn stuffed toy? Unbelievable.
"Good morning wifey." I whispered.
"Hubby, I'm staarviiinngggg." She whined. Wait- what did she just call me? Heat rushed to my face and my neck. I was blushing. What the hell was this woman doing to me? I had never ever blushed before.
"What does my wifey want?" I asked, pressing a light kiss on her forehead.
"Steaaakkk hubby.." She muttered. I leaned closer to press my lips on her cheek. Her eyelids fluttered open. For aa second she looked confused. Then as she realised what had just happened, her face flooded with an embarrased flush.
"Good morning wifey."
"Your face is the wife."
"Ahhh... But you can't deny it now! You even called me hubby."
"WHAT?! NO I DIDN'T!!"
"You did."
"IT WAS A DREAM! A NICE PEACEFUL DREAM ABOUT MY SNORLAX!"
Aannnddd... I got jealous. Of a damn stuffed toy. Again. Because why does she even love that fat thing this much? She should be dreaming about me! She even steamed of that stupid thing as her husband?! Even in ci n's birthday party, she hugged some random man just because of that toy!
I guess my frustration was visible in my face. "Why are you dreaming about that stupid thing as your husband?"
"ITS A DREAM WATSON I CAN'T CONTROL MY DREAMS YOU STUPID IDIOTIC ASSHOLE!" She screamed indignantly, still looking mortally embarrassed.
"Aha! Profanity! Finally wifey, I can collect my debt!"
"No way! Go away. Make breakfast! I'm hungry. Leave." She said. Well, I was going to go anyway, but I really wanted her to say that again..
"Call me hubby again and I'll make breakfast for you."
Her eyes widened. "NO WAY!"
"Just once!"
"Go away."
"Do you want food or not?"
"Uurrgghhhh! Fine!"
I raised an eyebrow still waiting for her to say it.
"H-hubby. Can you make me breakfast?" I bit my lip as heat surged to my face again. My heart started bouncing around. I went and hugged her and his my face in the crook of her neck.
She looked confused, but before she could question it, "I'll go make the steak you wanted." I said and left to the kitchen.