Splashing my face with cold water, I come out of the bathroom and lie down on my bed. I have been feeling sick since I have woken up with the worst headache I have had ever experienced.

Getting home from Hannah's was another big struggle. As almost even slightest bump on the road or any sound made my head feel like as it has been banged hard. 

The last clear memory from last night, which I have, is eating those damn brownies. I would have killed Sara for bringing those brownies if she would have not fallen sick after consuming those poisoned things. 

After taking pain killers for my headache and almost spilling my guts in the toilet. I am feeling slightly better. As time passes I am remembering things from last nights. Natalie pouring water around, Hannah screaming at us with frustration, me singing Frozen song, Nathan...

"Oh. My. God!" I shout and stand up a little too quickly. I wince when my head slightly spins from quick motion.

A memory of harshly pulling Nathan's hair surfaced in my mind, making me shocked and guilty at the same time.

Why was I, pulling his hair in the first place?

Well, let's leave that revelation to later. But I have to apologize to him and find out he still has hair on his head. I hope I hadn't pulled a chunk out of his head.

I don't think he can pull off a bald look, like Dwyane Johnson.

Quickly changing into some jeans and shirt I take off to his office, as this is where he is possibly going to be. Well, I should also be working, but thanks to the last night, I had to call in sick.

Will he be mad at me?

Of course, he is going to be. I know how much strong my grip is. I once accidentally pulled my own hair in my sleep and it hurt really bad...like really really bad. So, I can assume with how much strength wasted me might have pulled his hair. 

God! what the hell I was thinking?  Definitely, nothing.

Once I reached his office, I hurriedly walk, towards his room. Ignoring everyone, precisely females, who is giving me a weird look. 

Well, I think I will be forever in hate list of some people.

"Where is Amelia?" I ask the girl standing beside Amelia's empty desk.

"She took off today," she frowns at me, as she replies.

I simply nod and make my way to his office.

"You are not supposed to go inside," she quickly tries to stop me before I can knock, "He strictly ordered not to be disturbed by anyone."

"It is fine," I pursed my lips to stop myself from grinning, "He will not mind being disturbed by me."

My man is, maybe, mad at me. I don't think his anger can stop me from going to him.

"But-" she slightly looks panicked.

"Relax," I assure her, "I will tell him that you stopped me but I was adamant to meet him," I wink at her and knock his door.

"He is alone, right?" I ask her before she can leave.

The last thing is, I want to embarrass myself is by entering into his room when he is with someone.  

"Yes."

"Okay, thanks," I say, then opening his door I carefully peek inside.

"I asked not to be disturbed" he snaps and looks up from his laptop.

"I am sorry," I say as I get inside and close the door behind me while making the best puppy face I can.

His eyebrows slightly raised, but his face remains emotionless.

I guess, he is really mad at me.

"I am sorry, Nathan," I sadly pout.

Mom told me it is hard to stay mad at me when I use my puppy face and sad pout. So, it is time to use those special weapons of mine.

"What are you doing here?" he stands from his chair and asks impassively.

Do my weapons only work on my Mom?

"I am sorry...I am sorry," I quickly wrap my arms around his neck and tightly hug him while standing on my tiptoes.

"Nathan..." I lean back and look at his stern face, then my eyes go to his hair.

"I should not have pulled your hair," I lightly run my fingers in his hair.

"You only remember pulling my hair?" his tone harsh, making me slightly flinch.

But this time I deserve his harshness, as anyone would be furious if you pull their hair and smack their head-

My hand freezes in his hair and my jaw drops as I remember not only pulling his hair but smacking his head, too.

"I am sorry..." I am barely able to say these words as I shake my head in disbelief.

What the hell! When did I get so violent?

"I should not have used you as a punching bag," I make a face as I clearly remember him beating.

"Nathan..."I swallow not knowing what to say, his jaw flexes as his hard gaze set on me.

Not liking his hard gaze I hug him again, but after a moment I pull back when he didn't hug me back.

"I..." I trail off and avert my gaze down not knowing what to say. But when I look up again, I see corners of his mouth twitching up in a betraying smile whereas his whole face remains stoic.

I take a step back from him, but before I can take another step he wraps his arms around my waist and pulling me towards him.

"Hey, I was just joking," he laughs, "I don't mind you pulling my hair at all."

"However, I would much appreciate if you pull my hair not out of anger, however, out of pleasure, when we are having fun," he winks and smiles mischievously at me but sobers up noticing my serious expression.

"Abigail, it is okay," he sighs as he hugs me, "You don't have to apologize for anything."

"Yes, I do," I say quietly while hugging him back.

"Nathan, I am sorry, I should not have behaved like that," I tilt my head to look at him, "It was wrong."

"You were high, you didn't know what were you doing," he kisses my head, "And I didn't mind a bit, actually you were quite cute. I enjoyed a lot seeing you like that minus the Hulk part," he chuckles, I give him a small smile in return.

"But my intoxicated state, can't justify my actions," I shake my head, "What if instead of me, it was you?" I ask him as his face turns serious.

"Then also you would have found it fine if you had raised a hand on me?"

"What kind of nonsense are you talking?" he narrows his eyes at me, "I can't even think of raising a hand on you, even if I am in the influence of inebriation."

"I would never lay a hand on you, never ever," he cups my face and shakes his head, as he intensely looks into my eyes, "If I will ever touch you, it will be to love you, comfort you or protect you. Maybe, even to tease you," his lips turn up in a small smile, "But never to hurt you."

Every day, this man makes me fall in love with him more and more... 

"If it is not okay for you, then it is unacceptable for me too," I genuinely smile as tears well up in my eyes, "We are equals. So what is wrong for you to do, is also wrong for me."

"I am sorry," I sincerely say, as he gazes down at me with a smile.

"Well, aren't you defying a universal law of married couples?" he arches an eyebrow, "That it is the duty of the husband to say sorry, huh?"

"I think is the duty of the person to say sorry who is at fault," I shrug, "But don't get used to hearing sorry from me, as I don't make mistakes often."

"In that case, since I will not get this opportunity as often," he pulls me flush against him, "I should make proper use of the opportunity," he leans down and starts to kiss my jaw, making me shiver.

"Stop," I squirm as his kisses are creating ticklish sensations on my skin. I turn my face away from him, which only give him access to my neck.

"What are you doing?" I laugh as he nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck.

"I am thinking whether to forgive you or not," he says. With every word his lips brush against my skin making me hold my breath as my heartbeat quickens.

"Please, stop," I slightly shudder, when he kisses my earlobe then starts trailing off feather kisses down my neck.

Do I want him to stop? No.

Do I want him to continue? No.

Do I know what I want? No.

Do I remember how to use my mind? No.

Damn, when he is this close, he makes me lose my train of thoughts. You can't blame me when your husband is Nathan your mind sometimes tends to stop working. Especially when he is thinking so intently.

"Shhh, stop disturbing me," he places a kiss on my collarbone, "I don't like being disturbed while I am thinking."

 A loud gasp leaves my lips when he lightly bites and sucks my skin.

Don't tell me, I am married to a Vampire.

"Why the hell are you biting me?" I push him away and glare at him as I place my hand at my neck.

"Because you are my favorite cupcake," he raises his eyebrows and shrugs. By the look on his face, I can feel that he is trying hard to control his laugh.

"What is there to laugh?" I ask him ignoring his cupcake comment.

"I-" he starts to speak, but get interrupts by email notification sound.

He sits back and opens the email, as he sighs tiredly. This is the first time I notice tiredness around his eyes since I came here. I stand beside his chair and placing my hands on his shoulder I gently massage them, trying to relieve some of his stress.

"This feels so good, thanks," he closes his eyes and leans back slightly.

"Why don't you take some rest?" I ask him. While I look over his shoulder, at the screen, noticing accounts file open.

"I can't," he straightens and shakes his head, "I have to complete all this work."

"Why?" I frown, "It is not like you have to finish all this work today only."

"Actually, yes," he takes my hand, makes me sit in his lap, "From tomorrow I want to spend most of my time with you, that's why I am finishing all the work in advance. So, I can at least spend one month just with my wife, without being interrupted," he rests his chin on my shoulder as he continues to work.

"Can I help you?" I ask as turn my face to him.

"You don't have to," he smiles, but I can feel his hesitation.

"It is fine, I can."

"Really?"

"Yes," I move his hand away from the laptop, "Go sleep or take rest or take a walk," I try to stand up from his lap.

"Can I just stay here?" he encircles his arms around my waist, holding me in his lap.

"Ok," I say as I begin to work.

He rests his chin on my shoulder, as I continue to work, keeping his eyes closed.

It is nearly an hour or so, I don't know if he is awake as his eyes are closed. And he is still resting his head on my shoulder. But since he is just keeping quiet, so I am fine with it. I don't think his legs will be fine, though. It is his fault for making me sit in his lap, so I don't care much about it.

"Abigail," he quietly says.

"Hmm," I turn my face towards him.

He quickly pecks my lips and smiles, making me laugh.

"You are not a teenager," I laugh, "So, stop behaving like one."

"I will behave with my wife, however, I like," he shrugs casually.

"I never understood why Dad use to compliment you for your efficiency," he says sounding slightly shocked as he looks at the screen, "But now I know why."

"Well, thank you for your indirect compliment," I lightly laugh, as I am done with the work.

"I can't believe from tomorrow, you will always stay with me forever," he sighs sounding content. 

I can feel his smile in his words, as my own lips stretch into a smile thinking about our wedding.

Our wedding, this almost seems like a dream to me.

"I don't know what they have planned for the wedding," I frown thinking about the self-appointed in charges, Hannah and Natalie, for my wedding, "They didn't even show me my wedding dress."

"I don't care how the wedding will be, as long as, you are my bride," he leans back in the chair pulling me along with him. 

"Have I told you that, I love you?" I grin.

"Today? No," he shakes his head.

"I love you," I laugh as I tell him, then my eyes widen when I realize I have been here for more than three hours.

"Oh, God! I am late. Mom must be waiting for me, I should have been there by now," I quickly stand up and grab my purse, "Bye, Nathan," I walk towards the door.

"Abigail," he calls, making me stop at the door.

"Yeah?" Keeping one hand on the handle of the door, I turn to him.

"Don't make me wait for long," he smiles, his eyes shining bright with happiness. I am sure mine is also no different.

"I won't" I smile and shake my head.

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