Chapter Thirty eight
He kisses my cheek anyways and carries me to my room. He sets me on the bed and prepares a hot bath for me, he then comes to help me out of my clothes but I refuse and tell him I can do it by myself. He leaves and I have a bath and then get into my warm comfy pajamas and get to bed. I am hungry and my body is aching everywhere, I don’t care though I still find a way to get some sleep. Just as I am starting to doze off Cyrus comes in with a tray that smells amazing and makes my stomach rumble.
“I thought soup could help as a starter since you haven’t had a decent meal in a while” he says setting the tray on my bedside table and helping me sit up on the bed. He then gives me the food and leaves
Ten minutes later he is back with some apple pie that he sits and we both eat it together on the bed. Then he tells me to get some sleep, draws the curtains and leaves. I have no time to start dissecting his actions and immediately fall asleep like a log.
The next day I wake up to a quiet and clean house. The whole place has been cleaned and the kitchen is spotless. There is a note on the fridge addressed to me from Cyrus
‘I have left some food to microwave on the fridge for you so you don’t starve. You need to go to cooking school. Please DO NOT BURN DOWN MY KITCHEN’
I smile and then I realize he made he made coffee and left me breakfast on the kitchen counter. Maybe Cyrus is turning around and realizing his mistakes, maybe he is not so bad after all. I think that maybe being married to him won’t be so bad after all.
Of course Cyrus doesn’t come home after that day and I am still in prison but at least I have food now. I watch TV and spend most of my time in the library anyway, I eat my heated meal with a glass or two at the balcony overlooking the sky and clean up after myself, thanks to the you tube video for that. I also go to the gym and try out some of the equipments in there, I do these funny work outs and laugh at myself the whole time. It’s so boring being alone and I think I might just miss Cullen a little.
Cyrus returns on Saturday. It’s in the middle of the night and I might not have noticed except he knocked on my bedroom door and announce aloud
“Hey princess, I am back. You miss me?” then he chuckles to himself and moves on to his room. I think he is a little drunk too. Anyway, I am just glad to have someone else in this huge quite house. Although I am kind of mad that he left without saying anything and he came back and he thought I needed to know for whatever reason.
I can’t believe I ever wanted to be married to someone so rude. Would things be different if I didn’t have this secret and threw myself at him? Would my efforts to make us better have been enough to make him different towards me? I guess we will never know.
In the morning I wake to the smell of pancakes and is that toast. I put my robe on top of my night dress and head straight for the kitchen. There is a woman there who is old enough to probably be my mother’s age making breakfast in the kitchen, she is singing a song I have heard my mom listen to at times in her bedroom.
“Hello” I say by way of introduction as I get into the kitchen to make her aware of my presence
“Oh hello there princess Bella. Mrs. Cinnati, how are you this fine morning?” she says as she stops what she is doing and comes to say hello. She even embraces me like a mother would to a child; I am surprised and end up hugging her anyway since I have been bribed of human touch for so long. I decide that I like her.
“I am fine thank you very much. I didn’t think you knew me” I say shyly
“Everyone in the society knows you little girl but you aren’t so little anymore, you’re a wife now. I was at your wedding but too many people I didn’t get a chance to say congratulations. So here it is congratulations on you’re happily ever after”
“Oh thanks. What are you making? It smells great and I am starving”
“Sit down and have some breakfast. You must be so tired from your trip and where is that husband of yours? He’s an early riser, what’s keeping him or did you keep him up all night?” she winks at me as I go beet red with embarrassment at what she suggests we were doing with Cyrus. She gets busy serving my breakfast and then prepares Cyrus’s plate too beside mine
“Maybe you should go get your husband Mrs. Cinnati..” she suggests but I quickly interrupt her
“Oh no, Bella is fine. Please call me Bella, when you call me Mrs. Cinnati I feel like Cyrus’s mom” I say with a smile to show I am not offended. She smiles back and says
“Of course Bella, whatever makes you feel comfortable”
Just then Cyrus walks into the kitchen bare chested wearing shorts and messed up bed hair that makes him look so cute right now. This man drives me crazy and he doesn’t even have to do shit and why the hell is he walking around without a shirt anyway? I know It’s his house but still.
“Good morning ladies” he says taking the chair beside me and digging right into his food without preamble
“Good morning Mr. Cinnati. Did you sleep well?” the woman asks Cyrus and he grimaces
“I am not my father, we already talked about this Margret”
“Yes Cyrus. It’s been too long without seeing you’re pissed off face” she says as she touches Cyrus’s hand motherly. So I finally met Margret and liked her after all while I got so jealous the first time I heard about her from Cyrus.
“How was the honey moon did you guys have fun? Tell me about it, show me some pictures” she says after Cyrus has finished his breakfast.
“I don’t do gossip Maggie you know that. Why don’t you ladies gossip about that while I get dressed and Bella, please put on something appropriate I want to introduce you to someone”
“okay”
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