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“Untilyourescued me,” I remind her, meaning every word of it.
She blushes a deeper red, and as I try to convince her to eat some more, she politely says she’s full, and I have to eat everything left over.
Something I don’t mind at all. I haven’t been back here for years.
The food’s still pretty average if I’m honest, but the memory of where I came from is worth a night of mild indigestion.
Plus having Holly see justice served against those thugs, letting her feel a little safer around me too. It’s worth it.
“How about we take a stroll around town?” I suggest listing off things to see and do a few days before Christmas in the city, sounding like a travel brochure.
“Any place with you is fine with me,” Holly says, smiling until her face shifts as if she suddenly remembered something.
“What about Sister O’Halloran, the hospital?” she exclaims. “I feel terrible for running out on her like that and over something so stupid,” she adds, being hard on herself again as she remembers everything that’s brought us both to this moment.
“She called while you were getting changed… Thefirsttime you got changed,” I assure her, smiling to myself at the recent memory of myself deep inside Holly on my desk.
Holly’s expression shifts from discomfort to a forced twisting of her mouth as she tries not to smile for the same reason.
“She was worried about you. We all were,” I remind her. “But I told her I found you and that everything’s fine.”
More than fine. But I don’t think aging nuns want to hear about my sexual exploits.
“We can pay her a visit tomorrow if you like?” I suggest, and Holly readily agrees.
“She’s so sweet,” she reflects, and I have to agree. I only frown a little when I notice again how little Holly had to eat.
Sure the food’s not great here, but I don’t think she eats anywhere near enough for my liking.
She’ll be eating for two soon enough as well… I hope.
“We can go somewhere else to eat,” I add, noticing her face become a question before she asks if I literally have a tapeworm, making us both laugh.
“I just wanna see you getting enough to eat. Maybe a burger bar wasn’t such a great idea.”
“Did you know those thugs were gonna be there?” she asks, glancing at me sidelong.
I could pretend I did, but I really didn’t.
“No idea, but I did have a hankering for the place. For the memories more than the food,” I confess.
“I could maybe… Nah, it’s silly,” she says, stopping herself before I give her a stern look.
My queen never has to ask, and nothing ‘silly’ could ever come out of her mouth.
“Whatever you want,” I remind her.
“Well… I have had a craving for tacos lately,” she tells me, her eyes growing wide at the thought, her teeth already chewing at her lips as if she’s already eating.
I stifle a laugh.
Tacos.
“Real ones, I mean. Proper street food tortillas,” she says in protest.
I have to admit that I’ve never really even thought about them until just now.
“Sure, we can have tacos,” I tell her, smiling.
