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A full-time job

Short story By: ShortandSweet
Romance



This is about someone finally realising they are in love with you.


Submitted:Aug 20, 2011    Reads: 27    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


I woke up slowly, stretching my arms out and feeling the emptiness beside me, all the while accepting the inevitable fate that I had fallen in love with a man who didn't know he loved me back yet. I had known he wouldn't be there when I woke up; it was just something that I would never give up hoping for. I stood up and stretched out all my limbs, yawned loudly and then tugged down my nightie and walked into my kitchen to find him sprawled precariously in one of my dodgy kitchen chairs. He was dressed, and had done his hair so I assumed that he had gone out and come back. I stood, shocked, until he looked up and locked his chocolate brown eyes with mine.

"This chair needs fixing" He stated, leaning forward on it and letting the loud creak spill into the silence between us.

"Someone should be coming around to do it, soon" I murmured, unsure of where this was going, the only thing I could think of was that he had come back. Which he never did, he usually snuck out during the night and then called later on during the day to apologise for it. But, he was here now, so I thought I might as well go along with it. He waved a dismissive hand, and looked away from me towards the rest of the kitchen,

"Are they going to be fixing the whole kitchen or just this one chair?" He asked jokingly, I stuck my tongue out at him and before I could come up with a witty comeback, the words tumbled out,

"Why did you come back?" He brought his eyes back to mine and then looked down at his lap and picked up the package that lay there and pushed it across the table towards me. It smelled delicious and my sudden increase in appetite forced me to open the lid and I saw a batch of fresh, still warm pancakes coated in maple syrup. My favourite breakfast meal, which was something I had told him the first time we met.

"You're going to need a real man to fix up this house of yours," He murmured, standing and walking over towards me. I kept my eyes fixed nervously on the pancakes until he gently closed the lid and then used the same hand to lift my chin so I was returning his gaze.

"I think it will have to be a full-time job" I said, knowing my lines instinctively and playing along, wishing on more things that I owned that this wasn't a dream or some trick.

"I'll be your man." He stated again, very matter-of-factly, before planting a dizzying kiss on my lips. "I think I love you," he whispered, letting down his guard for only a second so I could see the tenderness in his eyes.

"I know you do," I replied, wrapping my arms around his waist and feeling him pull me close. I didn't need to say that I loved him back; we had both known it since the very beginning.





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