Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
Love’s Sunset
“Yes I know it was stupid but I just couldn’t allow her to live.” A groan. “Heero please calm down. Crys is safe. And yes, I told the boys to return to school for their own safety as well.” A roll of his eyes. “You know as well as I that I can’t tell you that. I will call Danie or Jessica soon. Yes, I promise…I will update you every hour. Bye.”
Quatre at this point sort of wished Heero would kill him. He almost lost Crys because he wasn’t there to protect her. If the magunauts hadn’t of been there…If Rashid hadn’t of stopped Amelia…
No, he couldn’t think about this right now. He had a wife to look after.
A soft breeze brought in scents of the sea through the French doors that led to a balcony overlooking the private beach below them. Quatre had brought her here, knowing it would be safer than the mansion; this secluded beach house he decided to buy as an anniversary gift to his wife in their first year together. It was their sanctuary of sorts; tiny compared to the mansion, the beach house was the only place Quatre and Crys kept secret from everyone except family and friends. Quatre knew Heero would know where they were but the Perfect Solider had lost it again and was not thinking clearly. It was stupid of Quatre to call him but if it were one of his own sisters, he would want to know as well. Upon reaching the beach house, he dialed Heero’s number and spent nearly an hour trying to reassure his brother-in-law that Crys was safe.
The woman in question was sitting on the balcony, sitting in one of the white wicker chairs looking out into the vast blue ocean. She had been silent during the whole car ride and Quatre couldn’t blame her.
Joining her in the other chair the two sat silently watching the waves hit the beach. Sea gulls flew by with mouths full of fish.
“Do you remember the first time we brought the boys out here together?”
Glad to hear her voice, Quatre smiled.
“They spent an entire day making sandcastles on the beach.”
The giggle that fell from her lips was a welcoming sound to Quatre’s harried mind.
“They were lobsters after that…the poor boys…” Crys sighed. “I told them to put on sun screen but…” A shrug. “What ten year old boy listens to his mother?” Blue eyes journeyed to the skies. They followed a sea gull dive towards the vast ocean for fresh fishy food.“And on the last night we were here…I remember we four sat out here together under the stars. You started telling the boys stories and pointing out constellations to them.” She gave a smile. “I think…that was the first time I felt jealous…Jealous of the fact that you got to see them grow up, while I couldn’t.”
“I remember that night…” He smiled gently. “I could feel your jealousy but I didn’t act upon it…I knew how you felt…I wasn’t able to see my daughter, my first child, grow up.”
“Quatre are you sure I didn’t make you fall from grace?”
Her question came out of the blue.
“Of course not…Why would you think otherwise?”
Her head gracefully fell back into the plush pillow behind her.
“Because these people who call themselves the Order…They wouldn’t have kept this up for so long if it weren’t true. They wouldn’t have…made me barren if I hadn’t of done something so horrible to deserve it.”
He stood from his chair. “I see…You heard everything…”
A silent nod.
“I just…think that-”
Hands grabbed the arms of her chair and spun her around quickly.
“Stop. Stop this right now.”
Crys was trapped between the furniture and her husband. His hands were upon her own on the armrests, his body blocking the sun from her form, yet bits of sunlight traced his form, almost like a golden aura. It was a sight that had Crys breathless to say the least. Caught in those blue eyes of his, she felt she was sitting before a god. A god that was not letting her leave without hearing what he had to say.
“I don’t care what anyone else says or thinks.” Quatre kept his voice calm despite the frustration he felt. The love of his life didn’t need an admonishment right now. “You are my wife, the woman I love. I would do anything for you.”
“But—“ A finger on her lips silenced her.
“I’m not finished.” He stared into her eyes. “You once told me to forget the past, that nothing mattered more than the moment you were in. When I first saw you, I knew we were to be together. We compliment each other so much that sometimes it makes me feel as though we should be one soul instead of two. You are my light through the darkness…and if I never met you I would still be that guilt ridden teenager standing in a snow covered, wilted rose garden.” He sighed. “Even twenty years later, I still ask myself every day what I had done in the past to have such a blessed creature beside me with my blood stained hands.” He shook his head. “If I had to I would go through hell and back just to see a glimpse of you. I would do any and everything needed if it meant you would be beside me.” He held her face with his hands as tears fell from her dark blue eyes.
A sob hit her then.
“Even now, you still find the right things to say.” She sobbed out. “I love you so much…If anyone took you from me…I would chase after them to get you back. If I have to go through hell too, I would do it without a second thought.”
Their foreheads touched.
“You see…? If anyone wished to break the bond that we share, it would be considered inhumane. And even if the world was being destroyed around me…as long as I had you beside me, I wouldn’t care. I know that sounds horrible but…”
This time she stopped his words, but not with a finger, with a gentle kiss.
“It doesn’t sound horrible, because that’s how I feel too.”
Her life was in danger, she should be thinking about how to stay safe, yet she couldn’t deny that her husband at this very moment was breathtaking. Any man that could pour out his soul as Quatre just did was truly a man.
And right now, this man that refused to let her leave his dominating presence…She could barely think of anything else but him.
Wrapping her arm around his neck, Crys drew in her husband for another kiss, only this one much more heated than previous contact.
They barely made it inside, a trail of clothes following behind them as they raced to their bedroom. It felt like the day Crys returned after ten years of forced solitude, the feelings they had on that night where neither slept were returning again but with far much force.
This day and well into the night, instead of ten years it felt as though they were torn apart for centuries. Quatre forgot everything but Crys and she for him as well.
Safe to say Heero never received his hourly update.
