Jay's POV:
"Why did you bring me to your room?" I asked. Although it was the first time I was in his room which totally felt like his own territory but what amazed me was our wedding photo.
I didn't know he had it framed into a big piece and hanged it right in front of the bed.
"Because you are my wife. And you should be living with me especially when you are prone to your amazing skills of saving strangers on road."
"Are you mocking me?" I asked again.
"Are we playing interview here? If we are let me tell you I am tired of it already with different press releases today." He said making me feel almost guilty.
"Its because of me." I muttered in silence, still leaning on his study trying to grasp every inch of the room in search of him.
"No. Its because of your husbands miscommunication. But now its sorted."
"Really?"
I don't know if it's his guilt towards me, his lavish deal or gratitude for saving his son but everything was too raw to hold a reason. It was him. Only him.
"Yes. I have realised this when I feared losing you like a stray cat with nothing to hold on."
He was holding my hand like anchoring me to believe his words. Like he was reassuring that he wasn't leaving nor letting me.
I turned my face, "But she. She is the mother of your child. Your past. You may want to go back to her. Your family."
He leaned in to nuzzle his face into my neck. I could feel his breathe on my bare skin.
"She is just the mother of my child. You are my family. You are the one I married and I think that was my destiny. To meet you. Or else I wouldn't have gone to that hotel.
We were linked together. You believe it or not but I want to give this marriage a chance. I want to love you doesn't matter what our start was but I never want it to end."
My thoughts gambled me. My mind struck on the words, ' I want to give this marriage a chance.' My heart raced like it had no brakes and my eyes on our wedding photo.
I turned my head to face him. He was still nuzzled to my neck, and when he lifted his face up, his eyes stared me in admiration, in craving.
Like we depended on each other. Like we would still find our ways back even if the floor splits into two. We were just inches away.
He kept cutting the distance and I didn't look away either. My eyes shut as he grabbed my lips with his.
Slow, soft and protective. Each and every tilt we gave each other to mould into ourselves felt like a trip to heaven only he could give me.
His one hand eventually wrapped around my head and another on my waist settling me on his study and him standing in front of me like a wall ready to smash me.
"Thanks for meeting me." He whispered.
"Thanks for offering this stupid marriage deal." I whispered back.
"Stupid?" he pulled apart a little to raise his brows. "Okay then Mrs intelligent Watson. Let me make you taste your stupid husband and food made by him."
He kissed me again, deeper this time. "I loved having dessert before dinner." I mumbled giving his cheeks a quick peck.
"I can serve you that all the time."
He lifted me effortlessly and walked down straight to the dinning table. We ate together in silence. And for the first time after we married, this silence was harmless.