In Her Sleep

Trust

"Everything is done now"

"Ooh thank you Mavis." Layla smiles warmly at her maid. She can't thank her enough for being here for her, for caring so much about her. No one can ever replace her mother but Mavis comes close with just how much she cares and worries about her.

When Layla called her yesterday to tell her that she would be free to go home today she was so happy and promised to pick her up. And true to her word she came in early to help her get ready to leave the hospital.

"Am so happy you can finally come home Miss Layla. It has been too quiet without you." Mavis gives her a hug surprising her.

"Me too." She replies as she pats her maid's back.

"It's been too long." Layla looks around her room that has been her home away from home for the past three plus months. It's pretty comfortable and fancy for a hospital room. She is sure it was Simon's doing to have her here. She smiles when she thinks about what could have gone down for him to eventually agree to have her in here. If it were up to him she is sure he would have preferred having her home and getting private health experts to look after her.

She breathes in deeply and exhales a bit loudly. While she is happy to go home she is getting a bit emotional at the thought of leaving too. She didn't even realise that she had become attached to this place until Caleb asked her if she was ready to go home. She may have spent the bigger part of her stay here in a coma but so much has happened to her in the little time she has been awake.

Her mind wonders to the one person who is responsible for the beautiful experiences she has had lately. She can't help but smile when the thoughts of the two of them hit her. Everything from the moment she woke up to the last time he was here. She is definitely keeping these memories.

Opening up to him like that has made her feel closer to him. He is the very first person to ever c***k her shell that she kept very well hidden, and he did it without her realising it. She just found herself willing to let him in, to have him take a glimpse of the Layla beneath what everyone else sees. The one she keeps locked away before everyone even her own fiancèe.

She didn't know if it was his smile or his gentle voice or maybe the way he looked at her when he asked to know something no one else did. Or maybe it was his gentle touch that made her skin come alive when he held her hands. Whatever it was, in that moment her heart was at peace and willing to let him in. Willing to let him know whatever there is to know about Layla Jones.

From nowhere she jumps up from her bed and her leg stings when she stands on it but she ignores it because right now she just had an epiphany.

"I was willing to let him know everything about me?" She mumbles to herself with eyes open wide.

"I was willing to let him know everything about Layla?"

The truth in her words shock her as realization dawns on her and sinks in. It was a simple moment when he asked her the one thing she desired. With the simplest of words he did ask but she didn't realise the significance of the moment until now. Thinking about it she doesn't know whether to smile, laugh or cry.

While he wanted to know more about her it's her willingness to tell him whole heartedly that has made her realise something she didn't then. It's something she never thought she would find in anyone after searching for so long, but now its staring her right in the face.

"I trust him" she whispers to herself.

After all this time and all the people that have come and gone from her life, it's him who has finally earned her trust. She doesn't know how but she just does.

She stumbles back to her bed and sits down again. She is lost in thought when her maid's voice sounds in her room. She turns around to face her and she finds her looking worried.

"Miss Layla, are you alright?"

She didn't realise she was crying until a drop of some warm liquid falls on her hand.

"What is wrong mam?"

Layla just looks at her unable to say anything. She wouldn't know how to make her understand or where to begin explaining. For so long she had been by herself, even when she was surrounded by people that loved her. She had never felt so safe as to completely trust any of them since her mother's death. None even knew that some of her smiles were fake. Not even her fiancèe. She was the perfect girlfriend in front of him while the deepest part of herself was locked away afraid of being hurt. Even though she desperately wanted to trust everyone around she didn't.

But now here he is, right where none could enter. She doesn't know what to do with it and she can't keep calm. It's the strangest feeling. She finds herself afraid of even seeing him again. If she could leave here without seeing him she would be on her way out right this minute. For once she finds herself not liking the fact that he is her doctor. How will she face him?

"Am ok Mavis. Don't worry. Am just so glad am all better and that am finally going home." She replies to Mavis as she rubs her tears meanwhile her nerves are kicking in at the thought of seeing him again.

"If you say so." Her maid looks at her not convinced one bit and she just smiles back.

A knock on the door has both women look at who is there. One of them has her heart racing at the figure standing there wearing a dazzling smile.

"Hello ladies."

His smooth voice does nothing for her racing heart that is now galloping to God knows where. She shifts in her position trying to gain a little control but that is easier said than done when she sees him approach her.

"I will be outside madam Layla."

She finds herself tongue tied when she tries to ask her maid to stay and all she can do is helplessly watch her walk out.

"Ready to go?"

His captivating smile just made her mind forget how to function and she can't seem to find the words to answer that simple question. Her eyes are also too distracted to pay attention.

She doesn't know if he has done this on purpose or not but he looks nothing like her doctor. He is extremely polished up today and looks breathtakingly attractive. Layla can't seem to look away. Clean shaven, hair nicely styled. She wonders if he has a personal stylist too because his choice of attire is impeccable. All casual but making him look delectable. Her throat is suddenly dry. She bites her lips when her eyes meet his and she gets trapped by his gaze.

"Are you off to some event or something?" She finally asks noding at his choice of attire.

"Or something." He replies with a mischievous grin and she frowns.

"You didn't think I would let you go all the way home by yourself now did you?"

Layla just gulps...this is going to be a long ride.