A Little Bit Married

Red Rain

The door closed behind them, and I turned to the box, slowly opening it. The dress was covered with a translucent white sheet, and I moved it to behold the most stunning flowery red dress I had ever seen.

I pulled it out and lifted it up, my eyes watering because of the immense beauty. Its background was a dark red, and it had blooms of sunflowers and roses, a modest sweetheart neckline, and a beautiful puffy long sleeve.

I brought it to my heart, my eyes closing. It was extremely beautiful, and the sort of dress I had envisioned wearing more often after getting married.

Flowery, like something a girl who lives within the mountains, would wear and run barefoot, in the snow, in nature.

I sighed, taking it again. The fact that Gray bad brought me a red dress even though he was inexplicably averse to coloured clothes and that had been his only rule at first made me so happy. The fact that he was going out of his way for me, it made my heart flutter.

I sighed, my eyes catching the box. I had thought it would be empty, but right inside, under another layer of translucent paper was a single rose and a note that was covered with another flap.

I gently dropped the dress and pulled the rose out, a smile stretching my lips. I looked around. There was an empty vase, and I stood up and walked towards it.

The flower was already cut up, and I smiled at the amount of thought Gray had put into this, and at that, so early in the morning, too.

I put the flower into the vase, filled it halfway with water, and then set it on the bedside drawer. It was the perfect little thing, and I let out a small sigh before walking back to the box to grab the note.

"I thought red looked good on your cheeks last night. I know it will look even better on your body."

I laughed like a giddy sixteen year old nerd who just scored a date with the school's football captain. Like a girl with her heart on her sleeve.

"I know about my rules," he continued, and the fact that those rules were the first thing we both thought about made me laugh even harder. He, after all, had made it clear that first night, and I had only worn colour on his birthday. That didn't count because it was a special occasion. "We all have people for whom we would break all of our rules and cross all our boundaries. I guess for me, that's you."

I smiled, then looked down at the sign. It wasn't just Gray now, or Gray Gavin. He had signed the note, "Your husband, Gray."

I brought the note to my chest, making a mental note to cherish it forever. It signified more than just a sweet note that came with a beautiful dress. It signified his own acknowledgement of my importance, enough for him to admit to wanting to break his own rules just for me.

Nothing felt better than that.

I closed the note and put it back in the box carefully before I opened the box of supplies. Toothbrush, hair comb, claw clip, underwear, everything was brand new, and he had even been meticulous enough to add in sanitary pads.

He was just as careful as a father as he was as a husband and goddammit, but my fragile little heart.

I took out the things I needed and walked towards the bathroom. The water was warm, and I stayed in there for a while, just savouring up water hitting my skin.

I wondered how it would feel like being in here with Gray, his hands running down the same tracks on my body as the water, his lips against my neck, his body behind me, drowning in desire, deep in sin.

I sighed, laughing to myself before I turned off the shower and walked out, drying myself off. I combed my hair and let it fall down my back while taking a bit of the top hair to form a tiny bow in the middle. It would probably come loose later, but who cares at this point?

I finally wore the dress, and I loved how it stopped right on my knees, and apart from the fitted bodice, the rest of it was extremely free. Just like I had imagined it myself.

I fixed the dress around me and proceeded to put everything away. I fixed Kris' bed, brought out the food, and arranged them on the table. Gray hadn't eaten in a while, too.

Once I was satisfied with everything, I walked out of the room, making sure to close it behind me, then walked down to the main entrance. Gray wasn't around the main entrance, and I stepped out to the open.

I looked up to the skies. I hadn't expected it to be sunny as this was August anyway, but the rain was slightly trickling down, and the last thing I wanted was for my dress to get wet before Gray saw it.

I turned to go back in before my eyes caught Gray from my peripheral vision.

Gray had just handed a sleeping Kris to a nurse who was walking him back, and he sat on the bench outside, his legs crossed, his hand resting behind him to support his weight, his head tilted upwards a little.

The rain was coming on a little faster now, and I turned to Gray, who seemed to just want to bask in nature. He, after all, probably never cared for it or never really got to see it.

He looked at peace while everyone outside were either hopping in their cars to leave or coming back into the hospital, he just sat there, watching the inspiration for his eyes.

I fixed the dress around me and grabbed an umbrella from the umbrella stand, my eyes fixed on him.

It was coincidentally a red umbrella, and I opened it, then stepped out to the small flight of stairs that would lead me out.

If he didn't want me there, I would come right back, but right now, I wanted to go there. Be with him.

I stepped out, water splattering around my feet, the rain becoming even heavier. I slowly made my way down towards the bench, following the beautifully trimmed grass on each side of the concrete path.

This would either become a memory that I would end up hating myself for, or a memory that would remain forever evergreen.