ADDAMS

Whitney was on fire this night, we made sex during the whole night we didn't sleep, though we were all exhausted.

We had sex many times, but this night held his particularity, Whitney was more than engaged, she didn't want to leave me and she tightened me every time as if she didn't want to lose me as if she was afraid I would run away.

This time, she was not the one wrapped in my arms during the night. She took me as a baby, in her arms, and my head was on her breast, I breathed her scent she didn't have to utter a word to describe her feeling toward me, she loved me, it was obvious.

This posture was comfortable but at a moment in the night, I changed it, I was the one supposed to care about her, thus I came out of her tight, and took her in my arms.

I saw the smile drawing on her lips after I had taken her tight to me, to my torso, her head on my trunk, and I kissed her forehead.

She wrapped her hands around my waist, limiting the smallest inch which was between us. That countenance, the mood expressed through it spoke, it told me how comfortable she was and that, we would be able to handle everything together.

I fell asleep leaving the night cradled by its silence.

I would make her mother's departure a burden easier to carry, I would be there I would always be there until my last breath for her.

But there was something that always intrigued me, the way she smiled today with my dad.
Why? Why was she doing it?

This question was always spinning in my mind, and it let grew an unwholesome feeling in my heart

The sun rose, and I felt the night hadn't been long as I wanted it, the rays of the sun entered the room which forced my eyes to open.

I wondered who could have opened the terrace until I felt Whitney was not close to me.

I forced myself to look in the direction of the balcony with my blur vision and I noticed her presence.
She was staring at the sun rising with a cup of tea in her hand, hearing and studying the silence of nature.

She hadn't caught a glimpse of me when I was awakened, I stared at her from the bed, I didn't make any noise which could have alerted her sense.

She looked like she handled her mom's death with great composure. Had she agreed with this cause?

A moment later, she looked over her shoulder, discovering I was staring at her.

"Hey, babe," said she, giving me the most beautiful smile she had ever given.

"Morning Luna" I responded, smiling back at her.

"Are you awakened for too long now?" she asked inching toward me.

"I am the one who should ask you about it," said I with a voice filled with compassion.

"Why?... Why were you awakened so early?" I stuttered.

"Wait a while," she said lifting her hand, telling me to don't continue.

What was she playing, she went out of the room, and after a moment she was back with a plateau filled with breakfast.

"I want you to feel like the prince you are, his majesty" she expressed, with a joking tone and a smile on her little rose lips.

This act pushed away all the scenes I was fancying for a moment.
"Thank you," said I, my eyes sparkling at her gentleness.

"I am the one who prepared all of this, without any help from any maids" she continued, pressing her lips on my cheeks.

"How did it taste, do you appreciate it?" she asked before I could appreciate what she previously said.

I took my time to swallow the porridge she prepared for me before I could respond "It is exquisite" I appreciated

She was too much talkative this morning, though she hadn't yet digested Mrs. Lucas's death, I knew that.

She certainly made all of this to not let me sink into sadness as she did, she wanted to preserve me, thus she forced herself to laugh and be in a gaiety mood.

It was the only rational reason I succeed to bring out after this moment examining her behavior.

She couldn't have forgotten all this pain, all this sorrow she felt after just a week. The way she loved her mother couldn't let her gain this mood after just a week.

I stared at her while eating she was in front of me, a smile on her lips as if she took delight in seeing me eating.

"Luna" I called

"Yes, babe" she immediately replied.

"How are you today?" I asked putting down the fork I had in hand to direct my attention toward her.

"I don't understand your question babe" she responded, with a smirk that gave light to her dimples. I always wondered how beautiful she was.

"I want to know how you feel right now"

"I... I am feeling well"

"WHY?" she added

With this answer, I knew something was wrong, she couldn't be as well after this, not after just a week.

I put the plateau of food away reducing the space between us, and I understood that mood was something she was struggling to show, all this smile and this mood was something she was forcing herself to build up.

I held her chin to make her look into my glare, "Why are you doing all of this?"

"Why are you simulating everything?" I questioned.

She stood, and motioned away, creating a space between us
"I want to see you happy as much as I can, it is so simple" she affirmed, her soft voice shifting into an angry one.

"What will make me happy will be to don't be powerless and face this situation you are going through, Stop acting solitarily" I raised my husky voice which scared her.

We stopped speechless and she went to the closet for her bath.
What the hell was going on with my girl?