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CHAPTER 10

 

“Passport and boarding pass please.”

Naomi's heart was heavy with sadness as she handed her travel documents to the air hostess at the gates. Returning her itinerary with a smile, Naomi grabbed it and got into the shuttle bus cramming herself in as it was already full with passengers.

Her breathing ceased for a second as her lower belly squeezed in pain. Grabbing the pole tight, she lowered her head and shut her eyes close, waiting for the pain to pass.

The doctor did warn her of the cramps. A soft whimper left her as the pain worsened, and she must have been too obvious because an older woman, tapped her on the shoulder to ask if she was okay. Feeling embarrassed and ashamed Naomi nodded her head, faking a smile not wanting to attract any further attention.

Soon enough they got to the plane and she located her seat by the window with little difficulty, for the first time wishing that she'd bought a business class ticket as she was getting tired of people taking their sweet time trying to fit their overweight hand luggage into the cabin locker, with no consideration of the people behind them waiting to be seated.

It was a couple of minutes later after popping two pills to douse the pain, praying for forgiveness and waiting for the medicine to kick in that her phone vibrated, alerting her of a message from Saint.

FROM: SAINT

Are you on the plane?

FROM: NAOMI

Yeah, just got to my seat.

FROM: SAINT

How are you feeling?

For the last five days that's she'd been in London sorting everything out, her nerves had been shot and it was hard to put a title on all the emotions that she'd been feeling from the audacity that'd she'd had in doing all that she's been doing.

FROM: NAOMI

Numb.

FROM: SAINT

It gets better.

FROM: NAOMI

I hope so.

FROM: SAINT

It will. I'm going to a meeting in the evening so I'll see you when I get back.

FROM: NAOMI

Okay.

It was just at that point that the announcement to tell everyone to turn their phone off came on as take off was about to commence. The pain in her stomach had ceased a little but she rubbed her belly as tears sheeted her eyes. I'm sorry.

Blinking away the tears, she looked out the window, as the plane steered its way to the runway, a hollow feeling taking place in her. She was leaving the life that she knew behind. Yes, she knew that she could visit but Paris would now be her home, where she would attempt a new life - with her husband.

In front of him, she'd cried and cried until she'd exhausted all the liquid in her body. She cried and cried until her head ached with intensity, cheeks were pasty and lips chapped. Right then and there it felt like it was the first real conversation she'd had with Saint, and they'd spoken right into the early hours of the morning. In the dim lighting of his room, he'd rubbed her back soothingly as she cried into his chest, listening to her as she poured her heart out. It was right there and then that they'd made their first decision as a married couple that she would discontinue her university studies and permanently live in Paris.

Even though she'd felt weak, he'd made her feel strong about her situation and when they'd made slow love after, it was like they could touch each others soul with their fingertips.

And two days after she'd taken the first flight back to London and made a same-day appointment with her programme convenor. Balls of nerves and anxiety and fear had straddled around her heart as she signed on the paper to confirm her exit off her degree course but as she sat on the plane, white soft clouds hovering over the sky creating a foggy view of the make up of London, it made everything seem small, it made her problems seem small.

She was one amongst billions of others trying to live by the words of their heart.

The only thing that'd hurt about her moving away was that she hadn't said bye to Miriam and Celine because she knew it'd be hard for her to do so face to face, so she specifically chose a time to move out when they'd be at their lectures.

It was safe to say that her parents weren't taking the news of her leaving uni well and because of that she'd thrown her phone in the airport bin making sure to keep numbers that she might need later in the cheap phone she'd bought the day before until she got a French phone number.

She was just immensely fed up with the control, with the restrictions, with the suffocation that her parents had obliged her to all her life. She was still clueless as to what she planned on doing but she believed that with God at the head and Saint on her side she'd be okay.

He'd said he was in love with her and even though her young gullible heart wanted to believe it, her mind wouldn't allow her to because...Naomi sighed her as her chest tightened with deep hurt and breathed out slowly to avoid having another breakdown. They were still a pilgrimage and marathon away from being okay.

Consumed by tiredness, numbness, pain, love she eventually found it more comforting to close her eyes, her palm still flat on her belly, surrendering herself to sleep.

A few hours later she was entering the Roux Residence, and the first thing she did was change her sanitary pad, her eyes blurring with tears once again as she saw a huge clot of blood drop in the toilet bowl as she took a piss, before flushing it.

Having washed her hands she came out of the bathroom and sat on the bed in the master bedroom, staring into space for what seemed like eternity as it now fully hit her that she was in her matrimonial home- not ust for the weekend. Blocking her number, she sent a quick text message to her parents to tell them that she was okay and she was staying at a friend's house even though she knew that they would take great issue in that but she had no intention of replying them for the time being.

Taking her luggage, not that she'd had much to begin with, she dragged it over inside the walk in closet and zipped it open before arranging her clothes in the space that Saint had provided for her. When she was done with that, she went to the kitchen to make herself something to eat, a reluctant smile surfacing on her lips as she opened the kitchen cupboards to see that over the last days that she wasn't there, it had been replenished with her favourite junk foods.

Apart from the chocolate muffin and tea she'd had when she was on her way to the airport, she hadn't eaten anything throughout the day. Opening the fridge she got the grated cheese and butter, and then went to the bread bin to get out four loaves before putting it on a plate, almost salivating at the anticipation of satiating her crave for grease.

Her body stiffened and a soft scream left her mouth, when she suddenly felt lips kiss the nape of her neck as she sprinkled cheese on her bread.

“Hey, I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you like that,” Saint said embracing her from behind.

Soft sighs left Naomi's lips as she let her head fall to the side forgetting all about her cheese on toast as he continued leave trails of kisses all around her neck.

With the way he'd got her, she was probably twice as hot than the oven that she'd turned on to pre-heat. Wanting more she turned around, feeling emotional all of a sudden from looking into his beautiful eyes before putting her arms around his neck finding it such a relief to be able to crumble on his chest and he not feel any way about it.

“I thought you wouldn't be back til later.”

“I cancelled the meeting. I wanted to see you,” he replied with a full smile lighting up his face as he grabbed her body closer to himself and she so willingly let him.

“Well do you like what you see, monsieur?”

Looking down at her with such fiery intensity, he kissed her with great desperation. “Oh oui, je l'aime, madmoiselle.

For a few more moments they continued kissing, but just when Saint knew that kissing wouldn't be enough it they didn't stop, he detached his lips from hers.

Naomi was totally not impressed by this, and she surprised herself when she tugged on his suit jacket and pleaded for more.

A light chuckle left his lips, as he squeezed her ass pulling her closer to him. “So do I, but I really need to eat now.”

A frustrated sigh left her lips as she really did not want to stop she but knew he needed to take his insulin shot on time and so with great reluctance, she let him go and got on with her own meal.

Naomi watched as he washed his hands and opened the fridge, getting the vegetables he needed to make his salad, before seasoning his salmon. She still found it quite interesting that a guy like himself, did not have a maid or at least a personal chef to make his meals and he always seemed to enjoy making them.

“You should watch what you eat a bit more, Naomi.”

At this uncalled statement from Saint, Naomi immediately stopped what she was doing giving him a dirty look. “Are you saying that I'm...fat?”

“No, I'm not, but as someone who is your husband and is also diabetic, I don't think it's such a bad thing that I say you should watch what you eat.”

“So if you don't want me eating it, why are you buying it?”

“Because you want it, but that doesn't mean you should make it the biggest part of your diet. You're not a child -”

“Exactly, so I'll eat whatever I like,” she replied as she sprinkled some chilli powder onto the cheese.

Hissing out a curse, Saint took a long breath before saying anything. “Y'know what Naomi-”

The sound of his phone ringing interrupted the tense atmosphere, which aggravated Saint's vexation, as he grabbed his phone out of his back pocket. Not bothering to look at the caller ID he accepted the call.

Sliding the tray of the cheese toasts into the oven, Naomi pretended to be unphased by the sound of a woman sobbing on her husband's phone whilst speaking in quick French. When she turned to look at him, she heard him softly swear as he realised he'd accidentally pressed the loudspeaker option, before walking out of the kitchen to have his, clearly, private conversation.

 

 






Chapter End Notes:

A.N: Ohmygosh, tenth chapter!!! That's a blessing for me. I really hope you all enjoyed reading it.


 


Anyhoos, have a good day and God Bless :-)







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