“Yeah, little sis. What can I do?” Jakub walks up behind her and I turn and hand him a tray of cookies.
“Can you put these out on the table for me?”
“You bet.” he grabs the try from my hand and kisses my cheek.
“Hey. Kiss your own damn wife, big brother.” Smiling, I turn and greet my husband, who is twenty minutes late for our baby shower.
“Wife.” He growls pulling me into his arms and kissing me stupid. “Hmm. You taste like frosting and honey.” Crap. After all of this he can still make me blush like a virgin.
“You are late.”
“I know baby. I am sorry. I had to go and pick up your gift.”
“My gift?”
“Of course.” he says, rolling his eyes at me in mockery.
“You know the only gift I ever needed.” I tell him, snuggling into his chest. He smiles and leans into me.
“I know, Slodki aniol. The only gift you could ever need was for me to wake up.”
“Yes. And you did.”
The day I walked into his hospital room; I wasn’t sure that I would ever walk out with him beside me. For two weeks I sat by his side, sleeping in an extra bed Jakub made them wheel into his private suite. I ate my meals in there for fear of him waking up and me not being there. I showered there, changed clothes and read to him.
My doctors came to that room to monitor my progress and make sure our unborn child was ok. I bathed him daily and laid beside him for a few hours each day. I wanted him to know I had his back and was committed to him and willing to learn to live with everything that comes with him.
The doctors had begun lowering his sedation, hoping everyday he would awaken on his own.
The day he woke up I was napping on the bed across the room and I heard my name. I thought I was dreaming at first, but when his machines started going crazy it woke me up and I looked into his mocha eyes and cried like a damn baby.
He stayed in the hospital for another five days. They made him walk around and I did it with him, holding his hand the entire time. When we weren't being interrupted by doctors and nurses and his family, we were holding one another, reaffirming our love and devotion to each other and our baby.
Two weeks after he got out, he proposed. I said yes with no hesitation and with my whole heart. My family came down that week and with the help of his brother and his mother, I told my parents, my brother Cillian and his wife Daffodil, and my brother Liam and his wife Orla, everything. Well, skipped a few details about what Jozef and his brother do for a living though I wouldn’t be surprised if they figured it out by the size of this place and the freaking guards everywhere.
We were married that weekend in our backyard and it was everything I have ever wanted. “I told you I would never leave you.” My husband says, bringing me back from my thoughts.
“I know. I believed you then and I believe you now. Now kiss me.” he smiles and licks his lips before his face turns soft.
“My pleasure, Mrs. Wojcik. For the rest of my life.”
I tried to run from him. Push him away and deny us both the very thing our hearts wouldn’t deny. Thank God his obsession with me knew no bounds. He was not obsessed like what you see in movies. No. He was obsessed with our shared happiness. A future he saw and fought to secure with almost his own life.
“I love you, mo laoch.”
“Kocham Cie, Slodki aniol. Forever.”