Safe to love you (Ink Series - Spin Off Book 2) (21 page)

I clutch his hair and keep his lips on mine. I decide to keep him close enough to taste his lips some more.

''Okay, stop now, Abbie,'' he pants. His breathing is getting ragged and I know he is about to put a stop to my game. He whispers a kind warning in my ear, and I try not to laugh. “I love you, love, but we have to stop fooling around.''
With the tip of his finger, he draws little waves up and down my arms. The gentle touch creates shivers all over my body. He continues and it makes me giggle until the pain in my ribs awakens. I wince and he stops immediately.

After the day we’ve had, we needed this. We had to reconnect. Snuggling with him even when I can't move well is the best way to spend my first night out of the hospital. “I love you too, baby, and I’m sorry for the way I acted,” I say. “As soon as I asked you to leave, I wanted to take it back. I wanted you to stay. Today made me realize–I don’t want to live without you anymore.”

''I know, Abbie, because I feel exactly the same way. You are my world, now.''

Presley

My lovely Bee said she doesn’t want to live without me…I pull her close, enjoying the sensation of her body next to mine. I was speaking the truth when I said I couldn’t imagine a day without her.

Last night was my first night back in a bed. While we stayed at the hospital, at least Abbie had a bed. I made do with sleeping in a rocking chair and my back made me aware that it needed my mattress.

I get out of bed and stretch my sore body. Abbie is still asleep. She is due to take her medicine. I hate myself for doing it, but I need to wake her up. I’d rather do that, than have her wake up because she’s in pain.

''Abbie, I hate to say it, but we need to get up. You need to eat something and take your medicine. You can go back to bed afterwards, if you want.”

I had all her medications prepared and organized, so there would be no confusion. I bought Bee one of those pill organizers they sell at the drugstore. I wanted to make sure she takes the right medication, at the right time. She says I’m being overprotective, but I can’t help myself. I just want to take good care of my girl. On the way back to our room, with her pills and a glass of water, I can tell that something’s wrong. Abbie’s wincing, pale, and sweaty. I hate that she’s in so much pain.

''What's wrong, love?'' I ask.

''Pain...I tried to sit while you were in the kitchen and it hurts like fucking hell.'' She’s panting and her voice is strained.

''What do you want me to do? Tell me and I’ll do it.'' Watching her suffer is driving me insane. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I wish to God there was some way to make her whole again; something I could do to take away her pain.

''I don't know, baby, I’m afraid to move right now,'' she says, and she starts to cry. I can actually feel my heart breaking wide open.

''I’ll try to move you slowly, but you have to tell me if it hurts, okay, love?''
How am I going to do this?

''It already hurts, Presley!'' she says through her tears.

''I know, Abbie. I’m just trying to help you here. Do you need to go back to the hospital?''

''Just give me a few minutes, okay?'' She tries to calm herself down, concentrating on her breathing and trying to keep it steady and slow.

''Sure, love. Whatever you need,” I say, as I sit down next to her, taking her hands in mine. She grips them tightly.

I start humming a song I know she likes, hoping it will help her to relax. She’s an emotional wreck right now. I wish I knew what to do to help her. The Bee
I
know is so easy going and relaxed. While she relaxes, I run back into the kitchen, cut up an orange and place it on a plate for her.

''Here, love, can you eat this while you’re still lying down? It’s the only thing I could think of that you might be able to eat on your back.”

''It’s worth a try. Thank you.'' She takes a few bites from the orange pieces and a few sips of water through a straw. ''Okay, give me the drugs now, please.'' She takes them and then continues eating the orange.

I can tell when the medication finally starts to work. Her breathing slows, and she drifts off back to sleep. I lean over to drop a kiss on her lips, and even in sleep she responds to me, and I hear her whisper “I love you
”.
I love hearing those words.

I watch her sleep for most of the night. She winces occasionally, but never wakes up. I take it as a good sign. After barely two hours of sleep, I wake up and see that the sun has finally come up, and I‘m exhausted. I need coffee; a big cup of black, Colombian coffee. I have to work today. I didn't tell Abbie when I should have, but Lucia is coming over to stay with her while I’m away. As much as I hate to, I know I have to get Abbie up. Lucia will be here shortly and she has a lot to talk about with Abbie. I haven’t told Abbie because Lucia begged me not to, but she wants to have the wedding at their house. The idea of getting married at my dad’s house bugged me at first, and I tried to tell her it wasn’t a good idea, but she had good arguments. The house is perfect for an intimate ceremony and apparently, my dad agreed. She wants to help Abbie with everything regarding the wedding arrangements. Lucia is a caring person. I’ve seen her with my sister, I think she would be of good help for Abbie.

I know my dad is trying to get closer to me, but it’s still very new and I’m having a hard time adjusting to having a relationship with him. I was never fond of Lucia, growing up. I kept to myself and tried not to ask for anything from either of them. Things are changing now, and its scaring the hell out of me.

I lean towards Abbie and whisper in her ear, but she’s quicker than I am.

''Fuck, Presley...I hate my life right now.'' She sounds irritated; she’s obviously had enough. She just woke up and already she’s impatient. I don't blame her for being cranky.

''Are you in pain?'' I kiss her lips. They are warm and soft. I could kiss her all day long.

''Yeah, a little. I just want to do things, Presley. Get on with my life, you know?''

''I know...'' I sigh heavily, not wanting to make her angry. ''I hate to do this, Abbie. I’m afraid you’ll get mad, but I have to go to work today. I have a shoot in town. Lucia will be here in an hour to take care of you.''

''What? Do I need a babysitter?'' As I suspected, she sounds irritated.

''Just in case you need some help, love.'' I kiss her delicious lips again. “Are you hungry? I can cook you breakfast.''

''Yeah. Can you please help me out of the bed? I actually want to walk, okay?'' She smiles and I get the message. She’s trying to tell me that she needs to do some things by herself.

I help her get off the bed. She walks slowly towards the kitchen. After a minute, she seems a little dizzy; she closes her eyes to steady herself before she grips my arm and starts walking again.

''I can’t stay inside forever, Presley. I need to go out.''

''Just start by eating breakfast, and then after you take a shower, we’ll see how you feel.''

''I know you’re doing this because you care about me, but you sound like my dad.''

Me? A dad? I don't think so. I hope one day to become a father, but not right now. ''Please, Bee, I'm just trying to be good to my fiancée.''

''About that, I think we should get married in Vegas.'' She grins. Even with two black eyes, she’s adorable.

''Don't tempt me.''

''Have you thought about it lately?'' She asks curiously. I can see the excitement in her eyes.

''Yes, of course I have. I haven't changed my mind. I will marry you, and as soon as possible.'' We both share a smile.

We slowly walk into the kitchen. Abbie sits at the breakfast bar and I fix her a bowl of fruit and yogurt. She’s gone quiet. I know she’s thinking about something important, but I don't want to push. We eat breakfast silently.

''I won't have any family or friends at the wedding,'' she suddenly announces, keeping her eyes lowered to her plate. ''I’ll be all by myself.''

I reach across and take her fingers in mine, squeezing them gently. ''It’s okay, Abbie. It doesn’t have to be a big wedding. I just want you to be my wife. We can have a very intimate wedding, with just my family. That will be enough.''

''Are you sure, Prince Charming?” She finally lifts her eyes to meet mine, and she bites her bottom lip anxiously.

''Absolutely.''

Her facial expression changes to a shy smile. ''A pretty white gown and a tux?''

''Only if that’s what you want. It’s your day,'' I say, taking a strip of her bacon.

''Ours. It’s our day, Presley.'' She holds my hand in hers. ''But this, this is
my
bacon. Don’t touch.''

I nod, trying to hold back a smile. She’s so damn cute. She’s right though, I want to make our wedding day special for her. She’s not only agreeing to marry me; she’s agreeing to become a part of my family. My family will be hers now, too.

Our wedding day has to be special. I know she only has me now, and I want to be able to fulfil her dreams. Call me crazy, but I love her, and I want to share everything I have with her. Absolutely everything.

Abbie

IT HAD BEEN
three weeks since the attack. The first week was terrible, but by the second week I started feeling a bit better, and the bruises had mostly disappeared.

Presley was the greatest boyfriend ever. He took care of my medications, pampered me with massages, brought me hot meals, and he even painted my nails –after he made me promise to never tell anyone. Of course, I agreed. He painted them a light purple. I loved it, and it was quite funny to watch him concentrating so hard on such a girly thing. As an artist, he couldn't do the job like everyone else, so he painted little designs, flowers and hearts, on my toes and fingernails. He seemed to be having fun. He even looked up designs on the internet before he began. Everything that man does, he does with passion.

In the last week, most of the pain went away. The pain from my rib is still present, but at least it’s manageable. Some movements are more difficult than others, but I’ve gotten used to it. At least I’m able to get dressed by myself, much to Presley’s disappointment.

While I’ve been recuperating, Presley taught me a little bit about photography, and his passion for it took my breath away. I think we took over 1200 pictures in two hours. We had a blast. I’m hoping to make an album with all the photos.

Currently, I’m sitting in an airplane with three crazy, over-excited ladies. All I can think about is Presley. I miss him already. I miss his voice, his smile, his cologne, everything about him. After spending so much time with him in the past three weeks, it seems unthinkable to be apart. Despite the pain of recovery, I think they were the best three weeks of my life. Presley and I got to know so much about each other, and it made me realize just how much we were meant to be together.

I’m sitting between Joy-Anna and Lucia on the flight. Alicia's sitting on the other side of Joy. We’re on a flight heading towards an unknown destination. Apparently, it’s a
surprise
.

I have a hard time dealing with surprises. I don't hate them, but I’m usually just too curious to enjoy the suspense. To be honest, the curiosity is killing me. I’m surrounded by three way-too-ecstatic women, who refuse to tell me where we’re going. Even when I begged, they kept their mouths shut. I’m finding it utterly unfair. Presley didn't know either; they didn't even trust him with their secret. I know we’re travelling to some destination in hopes of finding me a wedding dress, and their dresses, too. I try to keep a smile on my face and convince myself everything will be alright. What can go wrong? If I don't like a dress, I don't have to buy it. I know my budget, and I have an idea of what I might like. I was hoping that I could go with Presley so he could give me his honest opinion, but apparently, that’s not the way to go. Not with the Williams family, anyway.

I sent my last text to Presley right before the plane took off. I told him how much I loved him, and how much I miss him already. I also promised him I’d send him a picture of the dress.

Presley: Don't send me a picture of the dress. It should be a surprise on our wedding day–but you can send me naughty pictures, anytime.

I blush at the thought of doing that. Maybe I will, though. This could be a fun little game to play, while I’m away.

Abbie: You might be surprised, Mr. Williams.

I ask Joy-Anna to take a picture of me with my phone. A cute picture, where I’m biting my lower lip provocatively. I know it drives him crazy. After Joy-Anna takes the photo, I take a quick glance and then place it in a message to Presley.

Presley: OK…which flight are you on? I want you back home. NOW. I’m coming to get you.

Abbie: Only in your dreams, baby

Sadly, I turn off my phone as requested by the flight attendant. Joy-Anna offers me her hand in support. Presley must've told her how much I hate flying. I gladly take a hold of her hand, and try to relax by taking deep breaths.

''Can I at least know if we’re on a direct flight, or if we have to make other connections?'' I ask.

Joy-Anna glances across at Lucia.

Impatiently, I roll my eyes. ''Come on girls, I need to know. This is a big deal for me. I hate flying.''

''It’s a direct flight.'' Lucia confirms. ''Relax, Abbie, everything will be just fine.'' She kisses my hair, like my mother used to do when I was a kid.

The girls have booked first class seats, and I don't think I will ever want to travel in economy class again. First class is the bomb. Everything's so much better here amongst the rich folk. The seats are more comfortable and they recline, almost to the point where you’re lying down. We have champagne, a hot meal of shrimp and pasta, and much better service than in economy. I could definitely get used to this.

There's a businessman in front of us talking on the inflight-phone about New York City, so I’m guessing that’s where we’re heading. That would be fun. I had a good time with Presley when we went there. I glance down at my necklace and smile. That’s one of my sweetest memories… Presley was so cute and shy. My heart fills with joy, just remembering it.

A yellow taxi is waiting for us at the arrival area after we touch down, and the driver takes care of our luggage. As I suspected, we're in New York. The Empire State Building appears in the distance and my enthusiasm builds.

''Are you girls’ hungry?'' Lucia asks excitedly. I get the impression she wants to treat us to something special. She’s happy to have all of us together with her… she seems proud of her family.

''I am starving; can we grab some food on the way?” Alicia asks.

''Alicia, I am not going to buy fast food. It's a special weekend, so I get to spoil all of you,'' Lucia replies.

''Where are we going?'' Joy-Anna is always so curious. I bet she already knows all the best places in the Big Apple.

''Le Bernardin. You’re all going to love this place. Last time Bentley and I were in New York, we had dinner there, and we had the best seafood ever.''

Seafood, I love seafood!
I'm thinking shrimp, lobster. I'm suddenly starving, and looking forward to sharing a meal with my soon-to-be family.

I turn on my phone and I already have five texts waiting from Presley.

Presley: Abbie, you can’t send a picture like that to me. You know it drives me crazy.

Presley: Bee, you turned off your phone and left me here, alone and wanting you. Bad girl!

Presley: I miss you already, come back please?

Presley:  :(

Presley: Joshua just told me you’re going to NYC. I wish I could be there with you, love. There are so many things I wish I could have seen with you.

I wish he was here too but it’ll be good to have a girly weekend.

Holding my phone in my hands, I text him back.

Abbie
:
I wish you were here, too. NYC holds a special place in my heart. It's where I officially fell in love with you.

I'm sure I’ll enjoy my time here with the girls, but part of me is miles away… with Presley.

Le Bernardin is absolutely amazing. It's very elegant and I feel terribly underdressed. I'm more boyish than the others; they’re naturally more sophisticated. I know I have a lot to learn. I’m not up to their classy standards.

Lucia's ordering caviar. Just the sound of that word gives me the chills. Joy-Anna and Alicia order oysters. I’ve had oysters before and they weren’t too bad. I decide to go with the marinated scallops. I spotted someone eating a plate of them at another table, and they looked delicious. The aromas in the restaurant are so good, it’s mouth-watering.

The entrees are served and they look delicious. Even the caviar looks good, but I'm still not prepared to try it. The girls are talking together and I’m enjoying just listening to their conversation, but I'm in my own personal ‘Presley’ bubble. I’ve spent the past month with him; it's just amazingly difficult not to have him nearby.

Joy-Anna leans across the table towards me. ''Are you ready for this Bee?''

I offer her a weak smile. ''I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready for this.''

''It’s time.''

''What do you mean it's time?''
Time for what? I thought we were just going shopping.

''We have an appointment with a gown specialist, Abbie.'' Lucia announces.

''A gown specialist?” My mouth drops open momentarily, as I deal with the shock of Lucia’s announcement “I just want a very simple dress!'' I was freaking out. ''I don't want anything fancy or too elaborate, I want something simple. Like me. I am simple.''

Alicia places her hand on my shoulder, trying to reassure me. ''Bee, you need to breathe. We’re going to a store that has thousands of dresses, so in order to find the one you want, something simple, we need a gown specialist to help. That’s all. We aren’t going to force you into anything you don’t want. We wouldn't do that.''

I take a deep breath.
I know...I know...relax Abbie...come on, relax.
''I’m just not used to this, okay?'' I hide my face in my hands, embarrassed at getting so distressed. ''I’m not used to this kind of attention.''

''We know.'' Alicia puts her arm around my shoulders and gives me a gentle squeeze.

I smile wanly, relieved by her reassurance. It’s good to know they aren’t expecting me to choose something I’m not comfortable with. Joy-Anna and Lucia are both staring at me with tear-filled eyes. I wonder why they’re so emotional all of a sudden.

As if she’s reading my thoughts, Alicia spoke. ''We just want you to know that you’re a part of us, Abbie. We’re your family now.''

I lift my gaze to meet theirs, and I can sense their honesty and love. It’s overwhelming.

We leave the restaurant and Lucia calls us a taxi. She takes the front seat. Joy-Anna, Alicia and I sit across the back. Lucia gives the address to the taxi driver on a slip of paper, again ensuring the surprise isn't ruined.

We arrive at one of the biggest bridal stores in the United States. I see advertising for their store in every magazine on the continent. I’m speechless and my knees are suddenly weak.

Oh my God! Really? I can’t believe they want me to buy my dress from here!

''Abbie, you look like you’re going to pass out, you’re as white as a ghost. Are you okay?'' Alicia asks anxiously. She’s proving to be quite the caretaker today.

''I’m in shock. I was planning on buying a dress online, and you girls bring me here? Can I even afford a dress from here?” I exclaim worriedly.

''Yes, we can afford it, Abbie,'' Lucia confirmed warmly.

She said
we,
as if I’m part of the family already. Oh my God, IT IS way too much.

''It’s a gift from Bentley and me,” Lucia adds happily.

''Lucia, I can't. You brought all of us here to New York, you’re already paying for everything. There’s absolutely no way I’m going to let you pay for my dress. No way,'' I protest.

Alicia and Joy-Anna are standing beside Lucia, waiting for me to accept the gift and get on with the appointment. They seem to think it's impossible to stop Lucia, but I’m determined
I
will. Alicia rolls her eyes, as if by arguing, I’m the thickest-skulled person on the planet.

''Abbie, can we go in now? I’m way too excited about this to be standing here listening to you be stubborn,'' Joy-Anna says. “Lucia and Dad want to do this for you. You don’t have to wear any dress you don’t like, and it can be as simple as you want it to be. But let them have their fun, okay?”

She turns and enters the store, Alicia following closely behind. Lucia looks at me for a moment and then offers me her hand with a gentle smile. “I promise. We won’t make you wear anything you don’t love.”

I take her hand and we walk into the store together. If they want to spoil me, maybe I should give in and accept with gratitude. They mean well.

Once inside the building I stop stock-still in the entrance, staring around in disbelief. I don’t know what I expected, but this is something else. I think my jaw hit the floor. I can't believe it. There are dresses
everywhere
. Joy-Anna takes a picture on her cellphone, and seems as if she’s about to send it to Presley.

''Joy, don’t do that. I look like a complete idiot,'' I protest hopeless.

''Too late.'' She smiles. ''You look like a little girl who is finally living her dream. Look at you; you don't even notice the happy tears in your eyes. Someday, it will be Alicia’s turn. Right now, it's yours. Let’s all enjoy the experience.''

Lucia wipes my tears away with a tissue, hugging me tightly. It feels so good to be loved, and to be part of such a tightly-knit family. I’m not used to this, but I’ll have to work on getting more comfortable with it. Presley, too, I think. We will both have to work on it. I think it’s important for Presley to let his father in again, and I have to learn what it’s like to have a family. I smile, ready to enjoy myself.