Chapter 3 Beautiful Moment

Tatiana's Point of View

"Babe wake up, this is 6am, get your lazy arse up from the bed this instance!!" I yelled as I dragged him from the bed which all was in vain because he was bigger than me but I normally drag him so what's going on? Why can't I do the same now?

"Leave me alone bae, I need to sleep some little more, please let me be" He whined as he kept on thrashing on the bed like a little kid.

"What the heck is wrong with you? Rise and shine, it's a brand new day. Now, quit the silly act, get up, go to the bathroom and have your bath" I said as I tried dragging him up again which I failed miserably again.

"Why can't I lift you? I'm the strong one in this relationship or am I losing my strength" Oh no, I said as I began crying which then turn into loud wails.

I tried to get him up again but I couldn't even lift a finger. What was happening? Was he getting heavier or was I losing my strength? I tried to shake off the thought but it lingered in my mind. I tried to focus on something else but the tears kept coming.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stirred and sat up. He looked at me with concern. "Babe, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

I shook my head, unable to speak. He reached out and pulled me into a hug. "Hey, it's okay. Whatever it is, we'll get through it together."

I buried my face in his chest and cried some more. He rubbed my back and whispered soothing words until my tears finally subsided.

"Talk to me, babe. What's going on?"

I took a deep breath and wiped my eyes. "I don't know what's happening to me. I can't lift you, I'm losing my strength."

He pulled back and looked at me. "Babe, you're not losing your strength. You're just tired. Come on, let's go have breakfast and then you can rest some more."

I nodded, feeling a little better. We got up and went to the kitchen. As I made breakfast, I couldn't help but wonder if he was right. Maybe I was just tired. But a small voice inside me kept saying that something was wrong.

As we sat down to eat, I noticed that he was looking at me strangely. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing, babe. Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you."

I smiled weakly and tried to enjoy my food. But the thoughts kept coming back, making me feel uneasy. I didn't know what was happening to me, but I knew that something was definitely wrong.

Scott POV

I chuckled silently as I stared at Tatiana complaining of losing her strength. 'Babe, you were never strong, I only let you lift me' I thought as I stared at her in amusement fusing about some invisible strength that wasn't there in the first place.

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt as I watched Tatiana struggle with the weight of our relationship. She had always been so dependent on me, both emotionally and physically. It was as if she needed me to hold her up, to be her rock. And I had always been more than happy to oblige.

But now, as she complained about losing her strength, I couldn't help but wonder if I had done more harm than good. Had I enabled her to rely on me too much? Had I made her feel weak when she wasn't?

I knew that Tatiana had always been insecure about her abilities, always comparing herself to others. And I had never wanted her to feel that way. So, I had let her believe that she was stronger than she really was, allowing her to lift me as a way to boost her confidence.

But maybe I had gone too far. Maybe it was time for Tatiana to face her own weaknesses and find strength within herself. I couldn't help but feel like I had failed her in some way, that I hadn't been the supportive partner she needed.

As I watched her struggle, I knew that I had to find a way to help her. But how? How could I show her that she didn't need me to hold her up anymore? That she was strong enough to stand on her own two feet?

It was a question that would haunt me for a long time to come.

Tatiana POV

I couldn't believe how much weight I had lost. It felt like my entire world was crumbling down around me. I had always relied on Scott to lift me up, both literally and figuratively, and now I felt like I was nothing without him.

I hated feeling weak, hated knowing that I couldn't do the things I used to be able to do. It made me feel like a burden, like I was holding Scott back from living his life to the fullest.

But even as these thoughts raced through my mind, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Scott had always been so supportive, so loving. He had never made me feel like I wasn't good enough, never made me feel like I needed to change.

And now, here I was, complaining about losing my strength, when really it was just a part of who I was.

As we continued to talk, I could see the concern in Scott's eyes. He wanted to help me, I knew that much. But how could he? How could he help me when all I wanted was for him to hold me up?

I didn't have the answer, not yet. But I knew that I needed to find it, for both of us. Because if I couldn't find the strength within myself, then I wasn't just letting myself down - I was letting Scott down too.

(Evening)

I came back from work much earlier, but I was feeling very exhausted.

"Welcome Madam," resonated the harmonious chorus of the maids, their warm greeting enveloping me like a comforting embrace. The air was laden with the anticipation of a shared haven, as I ascended the stairs towards our bedroom, the sanctum where love and familiarity converged.

As the door swung open, revealing the intimate sanctuary beyond, my eyes were drawn to the figure reclining on the bed. Scott, my partner in this dance of life, lay there, the epitome of handsome repose. A silent marvel washed over me, did he grow more handsome with each passing day? It seemed as if the universe conspired to enhance his allure, and I couldn't resist the urge to admire him.

My steps, almost synchronized with the rhythm of my heartbeat, carried me closer to him. His form, outlined by the ambient glow, seemed almost sculpted by the hands of an unseen artist. The soft glow of ambient light played upon his features, casting a gentle halo around him. My gaze traveled unabashedly, capturing every nuance of his visage, from the curve of his juicy lips to the arch of his captivating eyebrows.

Unable to resist the gravitational pull of attraction, my fingers traced a delicate path, lightly grazing his lips. A sensation of warmth surged through me, my mind entangled in the daydream of his lips meeting mine in a passionate dance. As I allowed the thought to linger, I unconsciously took my own lips into my mouth, savoring the sweet anticipation of his kiss.

His voice, a velvety cadence that broke the silence, startled me. "You know, you could do better than just staring at it. Why don't you kiss it?" His eyes, slowly parting from the realm of slumber, met mine. A mixture of surprise and embarrassment rippled through me, creating a symphony of emotions that echoed in the room.

Gathering my composure, I met his gaze, a playful spark in his eyes mirroring the tease in his words. The invitation hung in the air, a dare to bridge the distance between admiration and action. A shy smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I leaned in, the air thick with anticipation.

(The Following Morning)

"Babe, aren't you going to work today? And why are you still sleeping, it's unlike you, or are you feeling unwell?" His voice carried genuine concern, a melody that resonated through the morning air, stirring me from the depths of my slumber.

I blinked away the remnants of sleep, greeted by his concerned gaze. "Nope, babe, I'm perfectly okay," I replied, a soft smile playing on my lips. The warmth of our shared space lingered, and I couldn't help but revel in the comfort of waking up to his caring presence.

Curiosity sparked in his eyes as he sought to unravel the mystery behind my unexpected leisure. "So, what's the problem?" I chuckled, contemplating how to share the news that I had been granted a day off from work.

"Well, I asked for a day off today, and to my surprise, they granted it, despite the fact that I'm relatively new there," I explained, a hint of disbelief coloring my words. The unexpected gift of a day off felt like a serendipitous pause in the routine of life.

A tender smile graced his features as he responded, "Of course, you deserve the rest. I'm sure you must be the most hardworking person they've ever seen." His words, a soothing balm, reassured me of his unwavering support. Yet, a mischievous glint in his eyes hinted at a playful undertone.

With a teasing grin, he couldn't resist asking, "And, um, babe, I hope you can walk perfectly?" A sheepish grin spread across his face.

He chuckled, the resonance echoing through the room. "Get going to work, you pervert!!!" I playfully yelled, reaching for a nearby pillow and launching it in his direction. He skillfully dodged it, a laughter-laden shield, as he made his way to the day's responsibilities.

"Such a pervert," I murmured, the words lingering in the air as I watched him leave, a mixture of affection and amusement dancing in my gaze.