A Little Bit Married

Gorgeous

"Gray? What's going on? You said something about..."

"We should change that dressing and get you into a hot bath."

"Gray," I said, my hand grabbing his, my brows drawn. "What's going on? Who is going to jail?"

He slowly removed my hand from his and gave me a small smile. "Stop worrying your pretty little head about it and take a bath. Yes?"

"Gray..."

"No. Okay? Just don't worry about it."

I let out a small sigh, knowing he wouldn't tell me no matter how long I stayed there whining about. I started to drag my feet towards the bathroom when he held my hand back, stopping me in my tracks.

"I will run the bath first," he said, and I nodded, then sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him.

He walked towards the bathroom, and I let my mind wander. What did he have to announce? Was someone really going to jail? Could it be...

I shook my head. I shouldn't assume. Maybe it was something else. Maybe they all knew what was happening, and it was a prior engagement before I got married to him.

"All done," Gray announced, walking out of the bathroom. "Go in there and be careful. I will fix the dressing up for you."

"You know how to do it?"

"I saw the nurse," he said simply, then walked past me, his eyes holding mine. "Go on."

I sighed, then walked past him and went to the bathroom. The water was hot, just the way I liked it, and the lather had risen to the tip, illing the bath. It was also a bright pink colour.

I let go of the shirt I was wearing and the jacket, then stepped into the bathtub, my eyes closing as I leaned back, my hair falling off the edge of the bath.

It was relaxing, and I closed my eyes, letting go of all the worries that had clouded my mind before this.

The water soon grew too cold, and I stepped out and rinsed off, then wrapped a robe around me and stepped out. I expected to see Gray doing something, or probably down, but he had a first aid box on the bed, and he was curled up next to it, his eyes closed, his breaths even.

I laughed, shaking my head as I walked to the bed. He did say he hadn't been able to sleep much. Crazy how it was still new to me seeing him sleep like this.

I ran a hand through his scalp, and he sighed, then moved even closer to me, his hair falling all over his sides, his face and the nape of his neck.

I reached for his hand and held it in mine, slowly playing around with his fingers. Suddenly, my eyes caught the small injury on his arm from back when my nails had dug into his flesh, and I grabbed the first aid box and pulled it towards me.

I removed a band-aid and an ointment before slowly rubbing the ointment down the small trail. It was dry now, but it would help it heal faster anyway.

I peeled out the bandaid and closed the wound before moving away. I dried up and changed, then walked back to where he was lying down.

Moving the first aid box, I got into bed with him, pulling the sheets up to cover the both of us, then leaned close, my eyes taking in his face.

He was gorgeous even when he was asleep, and I smiled to myself, then closed my eyes, my fingers still holding on to his.