Spookychild’s writings

She watched him stand, the top he was wearing clearly exposed his muscles in his arms and part of his torso. She hadn’t seen them before, but now that she could, she found herself staring at them.

He stepped up to her side of the bed, kissed her on the top of the head, and lifted her. She wasn’t one bit surprised that he didn’t even change his breathing pattern when he lifted her.

He carried her out in the bedroom and into the living room she can just ready for a negative reaction. But to her surprise, the living room did not look like it had. In fact everything from the couches and positioning Of the furniture in the room made her feel as if she were in a completely different house.

“Do you like it?” He asked, glancing at her for a reaction. But she was glancing around the room. He smiled. he gave her another kiss on the fore head. “Did I do a good job?” He said when he saw her eyes come back to his face.

“I don’t even recognize it.” She said staring at him in amazement.

“I am so glad you think so. It’s getting late today, but tomorrow we can come out here and sit and talk. You tell me if anything reminds you of the old room. Anything at all, even the couch I could move the couch easy.” He smiled. “ so in the morning when we come out here you tell me.”

Then he went back down the hall to the bathroom and showed her that room. “ how about this room?” He asked, watching her for a reaction.

Again she stared; she could tell that he had painted and removed things. “Where did you get the paint?” She asked, She gazed at him with a small smile on her mouth.

The garage is full of boxes but I found some paint cans in the corner with paint brushes. I chose the best and I spent the afternoon painting. I’m glad you like it sweetheart. I want you to feel happy, comfortable and safe here. I don’t want you always being triggered.” Donte spoke softly.