Agatha sat inside the bathtub, the warm water soaking into her skin. The soreness in her muscles after the journey was all washed away by the water. Her eyelids grew heavier with each passing second. The comfort of lukewarm water was enough to drive her to deep slumber.
Agatha jolted up, feeling like she had dozed off for more than longer. When she woke up she found herself on her bed, dressed in her night garments. She had no memory of how she ended up there.
She looked around, there was no one there except her. The bed was empty. It seemed Xavier never came to her room. Yeah, this was the usual. The same empty bed and same empty room.
What was she expecting even? How can she forget the years of memories because of a mere few days? She needs to accept the harsh reality that nothing will change-
"You already awake?" Xavier's voice echoed throughout the quiet room, waking her up from those thoughts.
Xavier sat down on the other side of the bed, leaning on the headboard. Agatha remained quiet, her eyes following his every action. It was unsettling that her nerves were soothed just by his presence. When did his presence become such an important role in her life?
Agatha felt like laughing, realizing that she was asking the wrong questions. It was not when he became important to her but when he was not. Those pain, those eagerly waiting for him to show up and those disappointments would never exist if she never felt something for him.
All this time she didn't even let such thoughts exist in her mind but what about her heart? Did she deny herself from noticing the feelings she had for him all this time? How funny life was? She might have loved him more than him.
The deepest shade of blood comes from one's heart and deep-rooted hatred only comes from the most passionate love.
"Are you going to stay there like that?" Xavier's words pulled her out of the thought, and Agatha finally broke through from her intense gaze. She shook her head, rubbing her eyes.
Xavier found her acting strange but said nothing. She might be still half asleep. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her swiftly into his embrace.
Agatha remained quiet, resting her head on his chest. She could feel his warmth through the thin fabric, his heart beating in rhythm and her chest raising up and down with each beat.
The calmness to her heart. Agatha wrapped her arms around him, snuggling her head at the crook of his shoulder and neck.
Xavier was certain, her behavior was not the usual. Something was wrong. Did she have a bad dream while he was gone?
Xavier glanced down, her face was covered with streaks of hair. Her quietness was saying a lot. He gently tucked the hair behind her ear, caressing her head, "Did you have a bad dream or something?" He inquired.
Agatha kept her eyes closed, unsure of how to answer his questions. It wasn't a bad dream, it was a sudden realization of what his place was in her life. Maybe it was a bad dream. Now she couldn't deny the fact that he was her weakness.
Agatha knew love comes with expectations. It always did whether it was parents' love or a lover. Those expectations can become one's burden if they fall for the wrong person. She didn't think that someday she would be falling in love. It was not him who brought those pain, it was her expectations. The expectation to be loved, the expectation to have him. It was always her fault. If she didn't have an ounce of expectations, everything would be different.
"Yeah. A nightmare." Agatha stated, with a sad smile on her lips. Her eyes brimming up with tears. Luckily, Xavier couldn't see much of her face.
He placed a kiss on the side of her head, holding her in his arms, "I am here now. Go to sleep." He spoke in a gentle voice, stroking her back.
***
Next morning.
Agatha was first to wake up, she opened her eyes, and found herself asleep on her sideways with one arm of his over her chest and the other on her hips, while hugging her from behind.
She sighed, trying to remove his hands from her chest. It seems like he found a new interest; holding her chest while sleeping. Every time they fell asleep together, she would always wake up to find one arm over her chest. Who would say he was king? He was a rogue through and through.
Xavier groaned feeling she had moved his arm from her chest. He didn't even have to open his eyes to know his wife's actions. His grasp tightened around her hips, pinning her back against his chest, and putting his other arm around her chest, "Sleep some more."
Agatha knew he would say something like that. It would be a miracle if he lets her go one morning without any tantrums. She glared at his sleeping face, a bit of the sunlight from the window falling on his face. His eyes are still shut.
"Stop fooling around." She scolded, elbowing him in the stomach.
Xavier groaned feeling her hit, and finally opened his eyes. His brows furrowed together, "That's not how you should treat your husband." Xavier spoke.
Agatha snorted at his remark, rolling her eyes, "Husband? You are no better than a rogue right now." Agatha glanced down at his hand which was touching her chest.
Xavier's lips widened into a smirk, he made her lay on her back, while his hand cupped one of her breasts," If I was rogue, you would not be getting up from the bed anytime soon." He whispered, intentionally breathing into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.