She shook her head. “I worried over nothing. Even if she had been a lover of yours i shouldn’t have reacted in the way that I did. You are perfectly fine with another woman… I should respect that. I’d you love another then you love another and I can’t stop you…”
(She’s on a couch thingy. Maybe a loveseat they had in the room.)
(Also, Alright But you are allowed to sleep wherever you’d like.)
Mal's eyebrows furrowed. "Why would you say that? I made a vow to never betray you, and I plan on keeping that." He sighed, starting to feel sleepy. "Let's just put this whole thing behind us, ok?" He crouched down next to her and grabbed her cold hand. "Jesus, you're freezing. There's no way you're sleeping on this."
(Thank you lol)
Arabella looked away and held onto her arms. “Because you can easily divorce me and find the love of your life, Mal. I’m not saying I want a divorce because I will just go to the next guy in line to marry and he’s not as ideal, but you’d get your love of your life. I wouldn’t complain or fight that if it made you happy.”
She closed her eyes and nodded, whining softly. “Alright, Alright…” she murmured. Her eyes flew open when he said he wouldn’t let her sleep on the seat. “Mal I’ll be fine. Yes I’m cold but it’s nothing.” She lied, Arabella was visibly shaking from the cold she felt.
"Bold of you to assume that I don't think you could be the love of my life." He replied in a quieter voice, not looking up. He shook his head. "It wouldn't make me happy, Arabella. I'm more than content with you." Was it too soon to say that?
Mal arched an eyebrow at her. "You really think I'm falling for that? No. Get up and sleep on the bed, or I'll make you get up."
Arabella flushed at his words. She looked away and bit her lip. “Me? I can’t be the love of your life Mal…” she murmured back. “But I am glad you are content with me… I feel the same towards you. You’re very kind and I won’t ever do anything to compromise this marriage.” Despite her emotions behind the words they sounded practiced and taught - which they were. Her father taught her to always reply back just with those words. But she meant them nevertheless.
She shook her head and threw the blanket over her face. “No I’m alright here, I promise. You can take the bed.”
"That… sounded fake. Not gonna lie." He shook his head and sighed. "Listen, Arabella. I'm perfectly happy with you. And maybe you are the love of my life. You don't know that." He shrugged.
He rolled his eyes. "I warned you…" He scooped her up with one swift motion, not surprised at how light she was. She almost looks sick what with her being so skinny. He carried her to the bed and set her down gently. "You're sleeping here, where it's warm."
“I’m sorry I don’t want it to sound fake because I am content here. I’m not happy, necessarily, but I would much rather be here than with another man.” She admitted, looking up at him. “Is it wrong for me to want that…? I want to be the love of your life…” she admitted.
Arabella gasped, throwing her arms around his neck as she was lifted. “W-Wait!” She called, gasping. When she was laid down she sat up and pouted. “I can sleep over there. And you’re not going to sleep there either. Take the bed, Mal.”
He shook his head. "It's not wrong. In fact, you saying that made me feel so happy." He smiled at her, happiness practically flowing through his veins now. "We can stay together. We're already married, you know."
He laughed. "You must have me mixed up with someone else. I would never subject my wife to sleeping on a couch when there's a nice, lovely bed over here, "
Her eyes softened when his excitement began to show. But her heart ached. She wanted it, yes, but there was no way she could fall for him… she just, couldn’t… “That’s good… because I want to be. And I know we’re married dingbat, I have the ring to prove it.”
She stuck her tongue out up at him, curling into the blankets and stealing them all for herself. “Mhm… sure.”
"Dingbat?" he chuckled softly, ruffling her hair again. "You're cute."
Mal stuck out his lower lip like he was pouting. He seemed like a child again when he did this. "Meanie!" he said, in a fake whiny voice.
“I am not! I’m fierce.” She huffed, swatting his hand away. She laughed weakly and looked up at him with soft, dull eyes.
She rolled her eyes and patted the bed next to her. “Come and lay down.” She prompted, looking away. She felt s little better but not much…
Mal raised an eyebrow and suppressed laughter, not sure if she was kidding or not.
He obeyed her, wiping the pout off his face. "Yes, ma'am!" He stayed at a respectable distance however, as he wasn't sure if she would get mad or not.
She looked at him and smiled softly before rolling over and closing her eyes. She was exhausted and the bed was so comfortable.
Soon she had drifted off to sleep, her eyes slipping closed and her face falling into a peaceful expression.
(Time skip, or?)
(Yeup! To when?$
(Morning? I can do it if you want-)
(Yes please!!)
Time skip
Mal woke up, feeling completely drained. I feel like I could fall over at any second and I'm already laying down. He opened his eyes and saw Arabella, a smile taking over his face. She's so cute. He thought about kissing her forehead to wake her up, but decided to wait for those kind of moves.
He got up as quietly and carefully as he could. I'll wake her up with the sound of bacon. Mal tried his hardest to make breakfast without waking her up.
Arabella did, indeed, wake up to the sound and smell of bacon cooking. She yawned and sat up, stretching out her arms and blinking around blearily. “What is…?” She started before her eyes settled on the door. She whined before standing up and wandering into the kitchen. “Mal?”
Mal turned around, a plate already filled with food (excluding the bacon) and smiled. "Good morning! Did you sleep well?" He started to put the bacon on the plate, trying to make everything look perfect for her.
She blinked blearily at his cheery self. How was he already up and so full of energy? “Yeah… slept good…” she murmured, sitting down in a chair and reclining back with a yawn. “Still tired…”
"You can take a nap, then." He placed the plate in front of her. "That is, after you've finished this." He grinned and went back into the kitchen, cleaning up the mess he made.
She whined softly but glanced down at the food with thankful eyes. “Aren’t you going to eat too?” Arabella’s eyes traveled over his form, admiring each and every curve and dip in his body. He was strong, and attractive. She guessed if she had to marry and have kids with someone she wouldn’t mind if it was him.
(I'm so sorry! I've been really busy lately and I've been getting caught behind. But I'm trying to be better at this lol)
Mal shrugged. "I don't really eat breakfast." Or lunch. Or dinner- He looked back at her and gave the lovely, small woman a dazzling smile. "I expect you to eat all of that, by the way." He started to scrub the pots and pans, making sure they were all sparkling clean
(Oh no you’re alright! College has been rough on me fam. I got so much homework T^T)
Arabella narrowed her eyes at him. “You have to eat…” she murmured, not trusting that dazzling smile of his. Hell it was attractive….
She tore herself from her raging thoughts, her body feeling hot as she looked down at her plate. “All of it?!” She groaned before she leaned over to grab his arm and pull him near. “I’ll eat this all if you agree to eat with me.”