THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
Chapter 37: SWEET DREAMS

Chapter 37: SWEET DREAMS

She sniffled as they pulled away.

"Hey, you’re still crying?" He wiped off her tears with his hands. "Is it something I said?" His hand lifted her chin, as he gazed directly into her eyes.

"No, it’s nothing," she shook her head, withdrawing her face from his hold. "I was just a little overwhelmed by the emotions." She lied through her teeth.

How could she tell him she felt a certain way about his closeness with Reign? They had known each other even before she existed in his life. It would be ridiculous of her to try and come in-between a relationship that had a solid foundation.

No, she needed to know her place. The dolting wife to the big shot, who was supposed to keep quiet, and never be offended. After all, it wasn’t going to last a lifetime. Heck, it wasn’t going to last past a year.

"You’re sure?" He asked, with an intense gaze.

He had such beautiful eyes. So beautiful, one could easily get lost in his stare.

No wonder Reign was fighting so much for him to remain by her side. There wasn’t a more beautiful man walking the earth.

She took a deep breath, and diverted her thoughts somewhere else. They were inappropriate, and only hurting her.

"I’m fine. The doctor said they’ll run a final check on me soon, to be sure everything’s fine." she explained.

"Good," a hint of smile formed on his face, but other than that, he kept his natural straight face. "Hey, I wanted to ask for your permission on something important."

"Me?" She whipped her head to him, her hand pointing on her chest, with utter shock on her face.

"Yeah, you." His forehead creased at her reaction.

"Uhmmm, okay?" She said, deeply unsure if she had any kind of power to grant him permission to do anything. He was Ace Atticus. With everyday that passed, her eyes opened more and more to the power that name held.

Who was she to have control in any aspect of his life? His request was supposed to make her gloat with pride, but it’s effect was entirely the opposite of that. It only made her feel uncomfortable.

"I have an important meeting in the next," he raised his arm, to check the time. "Thirty minutes. Would you be comfortable if I leave you for a little while?"

As soon as the question left his mouth, he felt like the biggest hypocrite on earth. When he drove all the way to meet up with Reign, he didn’t ask for permission. It just felt like he was posturing to appear to be something he wasn’t.

And if there was one thing he hated to come off as, it was definitely a hypocrite.

"I’m fine, Ace. Seriously. You don’t need to ask for my permission to go for a meeting," she said, still heavily in disbelief.

"Yeah, you’re right," he agreed, regaining a part of himself. His nature was to be smug, and haughty, not to grovel at anyone’s feet. Even if that person was his wife. "I shouldn’t have to ask for your permission."

A flicker of hurt passed through her face, but was quickly masked with a weak smile. "Definitely." She nodded in agreement.

"Alright," he stood to his feet. "Marilyn had to leave because she spent the entire night here. She went home to refresh, but she said she’ll be sending Alice to you, with fresh food, and clothes. Please ensure you eat a lot. I’ll be back as soon as I’m done with the meeting."

"No!" She protested.

"No?" His brow lifted inquisitorial.

"I meant you should go home and rest after your meeting. You look exhausted."

"No I’m not." He hastily denied it. He didn’t want to look weak. Especially not in front of her.

Without thinking, she grabbed his hand, but bent her head. "Thank you for staying by my side through this very difficult time I totally was the architect of. But I’d feel even more terrible if you break down because of me."

His eyes went to where their hands were joined, and something about the way she held onto him made his heart lurch a little bit.

It was so fascinating, a grin escaped his face. "I’m going to be fine, Fay. You should worry more about yourself, alright?"

"Okay." She let him go, but her head still remained down, too embarrassed to look at him.

He chuckled at how oblivious she was of how cute she was presently acting. Tingling with a need to tease, he bent his head to hers, and lifted her head slightly, so they were leveled.

"I’ll ask the doctor if you’ll be needing a massage. Just to stretch your bones, and muscles, of course. If he says yes, I’ll personally do it when we get home." He watched her eyes widen, and placed a quick kiss on her cheeks. Satisfied with her reaction, he straightened up, and walked away.

Two minutes after he left, her mouth still remained agape. A riot of thoughts and imagination formed in her head. She wasn’t sure which to dwell on first, so she just allowed everything to play around.

"A massage?" The words slipped out of her mouth, as she was finally able to shut it.

"What kind of–" her cheeks became inflamed. Dropping to the bed, she raised the covers, too shy to even say another word.

She tried to stop what was about to happen, but unfortunately couldn’t. In a split second, she began to daydream. She shut her eyes, and allowed her mind to do its thing.

The ache all over her body dulled to just a tingle.

In her imagination, he approached her on a horse. Looking like the gallant soldier he was, he swept her off her feet, and threw her on his saddle.

A smile spread across her face, as she drifted into a sleep filled with sweet dreams.

When she opened her eyes again, she found a woman standing in front of her.

"Mrs Fay? Can you hear me?" The smiling woman in her scrubs, asked.

"Who are you? Where am—" her question was stifled by a yawn.

"I’m Doctor Lydia. Doctor Alexander is out on rest after a very long shift. I’ll be taking care of you until he returns," she explained with her smile still intact.

"Yeah, hospital," she said as her memories returned.

"I’m glad you remember now. We checked your vitals while you were asleep, and everything seems stable. A drip was administered because you need a little bit of fluid. You also need to eat so you can start taking the pain meds recommended for you. If you feel anything off, please, tell me."

"I’m fine. Really fine," she answered truthfully. That sleep did her a world of good. It felt like her entire body was on reset mode.

"You’d feel even better when you’ve eaten, and you’re refreshed. There are two ladies outside waiting for you with food, and a change of clothes. Should I let them in?"

"Please do." She nodded, a little excited.

"Okay, ma’am. There’s a bathroom in case you need to take a bath."

"Thank you so much Doctor Lydia."

"You’re welcome, love." She smiled, and walked out of the room.

Barely a minute after she left, the door opened again, and Marilyn in company of chef Alice, walked into the room.

They hurried to her side at once, grinning from ear to ear.

"You’re awake Mrs Fay!" Marilyn exclaimed euphorically.

"I am." She laughed, as they drew her into a big, three-way hug.

"Wait, we shouldn’t stress her this much," Chef Alice advised, and they all quickly pulled away.

"I’m fine guys," she said with humor in her voice.

"We know, but still. You need all the rest you can get so you can fully recover."

"You’re the one to talk about rest. How come you’re already back, after spending such a long time in the hospital?" Fay directed at Marilyn.

"I tried to rest, Mrs Fay. I really did. But every time I thought of your condition, I just knew I couldn’t. By the time I made up my mind to return, Cam had already driven Alice to the hospital. I didn’t let that deter me. I took a cab, and came all the way." She bobbed her head with pride, cheesing.

Fay, touched by the lengths she went just to be with her, held her breath a little to stop the tears that were about to run down her face.

"Don’t you dare cry Mrs Fay. You need all the food you can get, so you’ll stay healthy," Chef Alice said, already unpacking the foldable table stand she brought with her.

"I don’t know if I’ll be able to eat much."

"You have to try. After that, you’ll go take a bath, and change into something fresh. The pretty doctor said if you continue at this rate, you’d be discharged, latest tomorrow."

"Really! Oh Marilyn, I’m so happy to hear tha—’’ her words were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and a cane, beating the floor.