A Little Bit Married

Keeping You For Me

Gray hesitated for a minute, his eyes darting between my hand and my eyes, his lips slightly parting.

"Wouldn't it be overwhelming?" He asked, his voice low. "He could be a little... stressed with everything that has happened and could just..."

"Stop making excuses, Gray. You want to see him. You are worried about him, and despite how he was conceived, you still care about him. You hate what Sylvia did to him. You know that."

He nodded slowly. "I do, but..." He slowly removed his hand from my grip, then pushed it back into his pocket. "I want to wait till I don't have to be dragged along."

I slowly nodded, understanding where he was coming from. It was best for both of them if he just let himself adjust to the complex feelings of the curveball he had thrown at him so suddenly.

I peeked into the room again, and Kris was still sound asleep. I closed the door and sat next to Gray, my hand resting on his lap. He was quiet, his brows lightly furrowed, his chest slightly heaving.

"How are you?" I asked after a long moment of silence, my hand moving from his lap to his back.

"Why?"

"Today has been a roller coaster. I have been too busy doing everything else but asking you how you felt. "

He shrugged. "I don't know. I feel nothing."

I nodded slowly, leaning towards him, my hand stretching to rest horizontally across his back, and I rested my chin on the arm pillow I made on his back.

"How do I make you feel better?"

He turned to me, and I didn't realize just how close the position I had assumed would make us the moment he turned to me. His eyes moved in the visual representation of a slow caress down to my lips before he let them stroll back up to my eyes again.

"What do you have in mind?"

I reached out my other hand and let it run down his arm. When I finally got to his palm, he had it open, his lips separated so I could easily slide between them.

"I am pretty flexible. You can tell me what you believe woild make you feel better, and I will have it for you in a minute. Consider me your favourite genie."

"Favourite?" He asked, his brow raising slowly.

I put a hand on my chest as I leaned away, my eyes holding his. "I am not your favourite? Which genie is granting your wishes faster?"

He laughed, then gently leaned, taking a pinch of my cheeks and slowly pulling it. "You are truly adorable."

"You are not distracting me, Gray. I am prepared to go to war with that genie and end their genie hood for my favourite human!"

He broke into a laugh, his hand resting on his chest as he threw his head back. Once he got a hold of himself, he looked at me and broke into another laugh.

"Genie cheater," I added for effect, and at this point, even I broke character, and I started to laugh, leaning right into him.

It felt good to hear him laugh. It felt good to see his eyes glint with humour and amusement. It felt good to see his eyes brighten up again.

"I am not cheating on you, Mrs. Genie," he said finally, pinching my cheeks again. "I only have one genie. That's you. You can't be favourite when you don't even have competition."

I rolled my eyes. "That's a fancy way of telling me you want other genies."

He broke into another laugh. "Fine, I don't. You are my favourite. I promise."

My eyes squinted, and he crossed over his heart, making me laugh.

I nodded, sighing. "Fine. But the name Genie cheater sticks. That's what you get for entertaining the thought of another genie."

He chuckled. "That is hardly fair. Do I get an appeal?"

"No appeal for humans," I announced, my eyes closing as I crossed my arms in front of me.

"Is that... discrimination based on species? Is there a word for that?"

I let it sink for a bit. "Specie-ism?"

He broke into a laugh, his hands covering his face, and I had to admit that I was out of control at this point, too. It was crazy how we just went from being sombre and solemn to going crazy over our own corny jokes.

"You are crazy," he said, ruffling my hair with his fingers. "Crazier than I ever thought."

I slowly leaned forward, my hands on either side of him, my eyes holding his. He leaned back, his eyes holding mine in a dark, lethal gaze. My hair fell behind me, my eyes slowly moving across both of his to absorb as much of his emotion as I could.

"You like me that way," I said pretty confidently, my brows raised.

He seemed to settle a little and get used to being cornered by his own wife, his eyes still filled with amusement. His hands slowly moved to cup my face and gently ran his fingers down my face.

I closed my eyes for a second, savouring the feel of his fingers against my face, the feel of his eyes on me. His attention belonging to me.

"You think so?"

I nodded, slowly meeting his eyes again. "Why? Am I being overconfident?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I don't think you are."

He pushed the loose strands of my hair back and tucked them behind my ears, but then proceeded to play with them again, like he wasn't sure what exactly he wanted to do.

"Use your big boy words, Gray."

He laughed, nodding. "I love your hair."

"I almost cut it after Kevin."

"You aren't keeping it for him anymore, Angeline. You are keeping it for me. You are keeping you for me."

"Does that mean you like me?" I asked, aggressively batting my lashes at him, but it was mostly just to make him laugh.

He did smile right before he leaned to me, his hand gently holding the back of my arm, his face slowly coming to the right side of my face. His skin brushed mine slowly, setting my body on fire.

I let out a small sigh, my fingers curling into the metal waiting chairs we were sitting on.

"I like you," he whispered, his hand moving to run down my hair, and then my back. "I like you very much, Angeline."