The temperature of her body rose up in the bedroom. The heat between her legs was burning me up with deep passion. I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her head towards me. Her lips trembled by the temptation of mine. The fire inside me was driving me crazy. I was craving her naked body, dreaming of the sexual movements atop of me.

As I crashed in for a kiss, Her body rejected my presence. I was expecting her saliva inside my mouth but had something else instead.

She puked all down my shirt.

"I'm sorry." Her voice murmured. "Hawk, I'm so sorry." Her broken tone apologized for her cold mess. "I didn't mean to--"

"Don't apologize..." I caressed her face, gently as I kissed her forehead, passionately. "It's not your fault. Look at me," We made eye contact. "Don't be sorry."Her pale face introduced her guilt in the situation, silently. She was really embarrassed by her actions and was expecting the worst from me.

A real woman doesn't apologize for her unknown actions. She takes notes, learns and prepares for her upcoming consequences. A real man embraces her flaws and protects her from heavy weaknesses.

"I have a bad migraine." She headed to the bathroom. I followed and took my shirt off. "I feel nauseous and weak at the same time." She admitted as she aroused her face with cool water.

"Did you eat this morning?" I questioned. "Do you want me to make you something?" I continued without her answer. "What do you want to eat? I can make waffles. It's your favorite."

"I ate this morning." She whispered as she headed out. "I'll be okay. You don't have to worry about me." Her sentence broke me down. She was asking me to do something impossible and I disagreed with her completely.

"Stop asking me to stop worrying about you." My steps followed her invisible footprints. "Did you or did you not eat?" I repeated my previous question. "Tell me the truth."

"I'm not hungry." Hazel groaned and pulled the blanket over her head. "Leave." Her voice faded from a small distance.

"Are you in pain?" I sat on the edge of the bed. "What's wrong?" I caressed her feet under the blanket. "Talk to me, baby girl, let me make you feel better."

"Leave me alone." Her tone was sincere and selfish. "I don't need your help."

"Hazel..." I said, softly. "You need to stop torturing my mind and let me take care of you." My sentence was serious and guaranteed. "Please, let me do my job as a proud father."

"I don't need your help for the last time. I can take care of my own self." She replied, coldly. "I want to be alone."

"I'm not leaving this room, Hazel," I replied back to her petty self. "I want to take care of my princess." The silence killed the sweet air. Hazel uncovered her face and glanced at me for a few seconds and whispered under her breath.

"Your princess is dead."

No, you're wrong. She's very much alive.

"You were ," I started, positively. "And you're still regarding your situation. I still consider you as my future wife and you'll marry me one day. Mark my words." Her face went blink. She didn't know what to say. She was searching for hurtful words to break my soul all over again and I was ready to chase the negativity away.

"Waffles..." She said, out of the blue. "I want waffles and no, I did not eat this morning." She sat up, her back was laying on the headboard of the bed. "My stomach is killing me right now, I have bad cramps." She admitted the truth.

"Let's see." I drove myself in her direction and pulled her dress all the way up to her perfect boobs. "Daddy is here." I caressed her stomach gently and kissed the center of her belly button with a fresh kiss. "I promise, I'll take care of you, little one." I thought of our baby. "Your mom doesn't want to admit that she needs my help but I know she does. She doesn't want me around her. I'm willing to fight for her love and be there for my family. I promise." Tears fell down my face slowly as I tried to collect my words. "I love her." I glanced at Hazel. "I love her with all my heart." My voice was full of silent tears. I was expressing my feelings and I was definitely broken. "I love her even though she doesn't remember who I am. I love her even when she's pushing me away, I'll still love her no matter what. I'll still be there for her. I swear on my love for you, little one." My words were true. The word 'Love' was difficult to spit out but I did, for the first time.

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"Would you still love me if I fall in love with someone else?" Her question destroyed me completely.

"Yes," Tears burned my face, continuously. "I know you'll come back to me eventually. This man will never be able to love you more than I do right now. He'll never satisfy your needs like I used to. He'll never make love to you like a real gentleman. Pleasure will be his first thought." I confirmed. "You're mine, Hazel. You're not going anywhere." I gave her a cold warning.

"But I don't remember anything." She reminded me of the incident. Her memories were really gone. "How can I come back to a stranger if I didn't taste the flavor of his skin?" She made a good point.

"Hazel, I don't need good memories to make you remember me. I don't need romantic words to make you fall for me, I don't need success to win you over." I sighed, patiently. "Your heart chose me. Your selfish mind didn't. That's the difference."

"I'm starving..." She reminded me of her sickness. "I want soup. I change my mind."

"At your service, My lady." I tried to rush to the kitchen. I wanted my sunshine to feel better.

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A few minutes flew by, I was already on my way to the bedroom with the hot soup. Hazel fell asleep. I wanted her to be better, I wanted her to take good care of my baby. I decided to wake her up and feed her. I didn't want the soup to get cold and nasty. I wanted her to drink it all. As she sat in the middle of the bed, her body was running out of energy.

"You're back." Her lazy eyes flashed my view, unexpectedly. "That was fast." Her smile faded away after a few seconds. She was begging her courage to force a show.

"Open your mouth." She took a sip. "Good job." I gave her another spoon. "I'm proud of you." I tried to encourage her to drink everything from the bowl.

"Thank you." Her compliment was the best. I always wanted to take care of her and feed her. So far, I was fulfilling my wishes.

"Shh..." I gestured. "You're almost done." Her full throat allowed her stomach to complete her hunger, naturally.

"I'm full." I gave her the last spoon. "I finished it. Thank God." She sighed, satisfyingly.

"Thank you, Hazel." I kissed her forehead. "Thank you for letting me take care of you." She nodded her head, amusingly.

"No," She reversed my compliment. "Thank you." A smile played on her face.

"I'm going to let you sleep." I kissed her forehead and covered her body with a grey blanket. "I'm going to shower now. Sleep tight." I closed the door after me and headed to one of the empty bedrooms.

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The warm water flew through my hair as I tried to clean every single part of my body, patiently. As soon as the soap touched my skin, the cleansing of its power increased the freedom of my dirtiness. My holy skin was loving the original taste of the vitamin C that the new soap was feeding me.

Why was I using it? It reminds me of our first sex.

"Hey." Cold fingers were wrapped around my stomach area. "Can you shower me?" I turned around and noticed my artificial flavor.

"You chose the wrong bathroom, Sweetheart." I grabbed her with a rough touch, her legs wrapped around my waist, my right hand carrying her back. "Let me start with your sexy lips first." I ran my fingers through Hazel's soft hair as I enveloped my tongue inside her mouth. We were finally kissing and she was enjoying it. "I was starving..." I whispered between kisses as I pulled my lips away and gently stroke her lower lip with my thumb. "Don't you dare say a word... You're mine today..." My lips brushed against hers savagely as we both ate each other's face with a hungry fresh french wet kiss.