The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 43: Breakfast

Chapter 43: Breakfast

Remo had let Tony bring them breakfast after they had finished cleaning the mess he had made.

Abby stared at the food on the dining table and salivated. It looked so good. Two plates of thick, fluffy, buttermilk waffles with coffee and orange juice . The decadent, cakey scent filled her senses and she nearly moaned. Each stack was piled high with fresh butter, and sweet smelling syrup. Hers were topped with strawberries, Remo’s with blueberries. Her mouth watered.

They both dug in, and silence ensued. She didn’t know about him, but the food was so good. One of the best she had had. She wondered where he had bought it. She groaned in appreciation as the sweet, maple taste coated her tongue.

Halfway through her waffles, she glanced sideways and found Remo watching her with subtle amusement. His eyes twinkled with some other, unnamed emotion, and she silently wondered what it was.

"You better stop moaning like that, or we won’t make it to the end of this meal."

Abby nearly choked knowing what he meant.

Her face turned a deep shade of red as the bitter flower of shame spread across her face.

He threw his head back and laughed. She would’ve smacked him in the chest if she hadn’t been so distracted by his otherworldly beauty.

She enjoyed seeing him laugh and lately, it seems to be happening more, and more often. When she realized that it was thanks to her, thanks to him finding his happiness, his wife , she couldn’t help but grin right along with him.

Okay maybe she was being delusional but who cares. They finished the food in silence, each one of them lost in thoughts. They would be going to her place today and she couldn’t help but get nervous as the clock ticks.

Abby knew fighting with her aunties and uncles for her inheritance wouldn’t be easy but she felt at ease knowing Remo was with her.

After they had finished eating, Abby grabbed his plate from in front of him along with hers and took them over to the sink. She heard Remo get up from the stool, and he made his way around to the sink, placing his hand on her arm.

"I’ll wash them,you did most of the cleaning ," he smiled, "it’s least I can do." She gave him an appreciative look, not used to someone offering to do that. She had done all of the chores at her uncle’s place that she had forgotten how it feels to be offered help.

Abby moved out of the way, and leaned her lower back against the counter next to him, folding her hands in front of her hips, and watched as he started to rinse the plates. Remo had this way about him that she kept noticing since she met him, where he could make the most mundane tasks look captivating as he did them. There just seemed to be a magic to him, where no matter what he was doing, it was hard to take your eyes off of him, at least it was for her.

"So," he began, glancing sideways at her with the corner of his mouth pulling into a lazy smile as he caught her observing him quietly, "Will I get to meet your dad?" She gave him a strange look, not expecting that question. "Of course—you’re my—husband—but if you don’t want to....it’s okay."

Remo paused his washing, resting his hands against the edge of the sink, focusing his attention on her. "Why wouldn’t I want to meet him?" She looked at him as if it should be obvious. "Well, since this—is—fake—I assumed—meeting—my dad would be complicated—you—." Her heart sank slightly as she spoke, the idea of him not meeting her dad made her incredibly sad - she wanted her father to meet the man she was falling in love with and ask for his blessings but she didn’t really have a say in what he wanted, and she’d never want him to do something that will make him unhappy. She hadn’t thought much about it until this very second.

A crease formed between his brows as he cleared his throat. "Oh... yeah...I uh but I thought you wanted him to know that you are married and have someone to protect you? You-don’t want him to know you married a killer?"

Abby lifted her brows, surprised by his answer, feeling her stomach flutter in a wash of relief she tried to ignore the last sentence. "Yes—I mean no—you want to meet him?"

His body straightened a bit, and his eyes focused on hers with a slightly worried but serious look. "Do you want me to meet him?"

"Yes" she blurted out embarrassingly quickly, wishing she could kick herself for it, and tried to recover, keeping her voice more casual. "I mean, of course It will help put his mind at rest knowing I have someone to take care of me."

He nodded slowly as he chewed on his lip. "Alright, good. I was planning on buying a house closer so that you can visit him anytime you want. We will stay there for a while until you sort out everything. I will have my lawyers help you and Tony will be around too."

Abby darted her tongue out to run across her bottom lip that looked almost chewed raw, and her brows stayed firmly in a frown. "Why are you helping me? It’s just - you’ve barely known me a month, and you’ve treated me like you’d known me for years since we met and I still don’t understand it."

He frowned back at her. "I may not know everything about you, but I know enough to know you’re worth anything I will do for you - I don’t need years to know that about you. Also you’re my wife. Don’t forget."

"But I’m-" she cut herself off, darting her eyes away from him and she started to chew on her lip again. "It just doesn’t make sense to me."

Remo placed his finger under her chin to make her look at her and shrugged lightly. "Why does it have to make sense?"

She sighed deeply. "You’re— too good— to me," she said, and it almost sounded as if there was a tinge of guilt there.

Her forehead creased as she watched his eyes after what she had said; he looked so sad behind them. She didn’t think he knew she noticed; he hid it quite well with his constant silly smiles and mischievousness but every now and then she noticed it.

Remo reached his hand out to his chest and flicked her forehead abruptly, and she let out a high-pitched yelp, smacking his hand away. "What was that for?"

His lips curled upwards. "You said I was too good to you; thought if I did something mean it might make you feel better."

She scowled, rubbing her hand over her forehead to soothe it.

"Yeah thanks, I feel so much better."

He pressed a kiss on her forehead where he had smacked.

"You’re welcome, you have the best husband in the world afterall."

Abby sighed, how was she supposed not to fall in love with him when he treated her like this.

This was a battle that she was going to lose.