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After I’ve given Trick some more painkillers because he supposedly forgot, which really means he just hates taking them, I kiss them both goodnight and make sure that they know that my phone is on loud so if they need me, then they can call and I’ll hear it.
“Are Trick and Cash okay?” Jensen asks with a soft smile, pausing the TV and glancing over at me when I walk into the room; the covers down by his waist, exposing his chiselled abs but also giving me a stark reminder of what he’s been through and how close to losing him we came, since there’s bandages on his torso and the wounds that weren’t bad enough for dressings are now healing but are still a reminder.
Meeting his eyes, I get under the covers next to him and reply, “Yeah, Trick’s starting to become difficult about taking his pain medication.”
Jensen chuckles, “Yeah, that sounds about right.” he lifts his arm, gesturing for me, “Come here.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I reply, gnawing on my lip.
Jensen laughs quietly, “You say that every time you’re in here, and yet as soon as you’re asleep, you roll over and end up on my chest anyway. I promise that I’ll tell you if you hurt me. Besides, you’re on my good side, and I really am doing a lot better than I was.”
Smiling because I know he’s right, I reply, “Are you sure?”
“Kiss me first, and then come here; I want cuddles.”
I don’t waste any time in moving closer to him, and his hand comes up to cradle my face as our lips meet in a slow kiss that has my nerve endings firing, and I firmly tell them to back the hell off; he may be healing really well but he’s definitely not up for any naked fun times. With this in mind, I pull back, smile gently, and then carefully settle my head on his chest. I’m not nearly so careful in my sleep, but while awake, I’m terrified of hurting him.
Apparently, having them taken and nearly losing Jensen has made me a bit paranoid, but I think, under the circumstances, that’s understandable. I think if I weren’t, that would be something to worry about.
Jensen pulls me closer to him, proving that I’m overly cautious as he presses play on the TV, putting on one of our favourite shows, and then kisses the top of my head, making me smile.
“I love you,” I tell him.
“I love you too, Angel.” He replies, happiness evident in his tone.
“As much as I’m looking forward to seeing the parents in a couple of days, I’m really looking forward to seeing D, Alaric, and Ryan. From the way that Jynx was talking about them, they’re going to be great fun.”
I grin, not that he can see me, and reply, “Oh yeah, definitely. I have a feeling they might let all of their crazy out when they first arrive since they should be coming in the next two days so that they’re here before the parents who are arriving on Christmas Eve, which is in three days.”
“Oh, maybe I’ll make some cocktails? Ace mentioned something about wanting to try a few out, and Ezra had some pretty interesting ideas for some festive ones as well.” Jensen suggests excitedly, ignoring my ramblings.
“Sounds good to me. Just be careful because of your pain meds.”
“Good point,” Jensen agrees, although he sounds no less excited than he did before.
After that, we fall silent, and somehow, the familiar drone of one of our favourite programs manages to cover the sound of my thoughts well enough that I’m able to fall asleep without overthinking.
Chapter Three
Although I managed to get to sleep okay, it's now only five a.m., and I’m wide awake. My mind is spinning with what-ifs as far as Rylie is concerned. I know that we’re doing the right thing by waiting until the parents go home on December twenty-six, and actually, we’re doing all we can by having the search running on Pete’s laptop, but it’s still bugging me that she’s potentially in trouble and might need help.
The only thing that is somewhat soothing my nerves is that she’s one of Mr R’s agents, and that means she’s been put through the best training. She’s got more of a chance than most people at surviving something if she is in trouble. There is always a chance that she isn’t in any kind of danger, and it just wasn’t safe to make the check-in phone call for some reason, and she will do it when she can.
When my mind continues to go around in circles, I sigh heavily and gently extract myself from Jensen. I’m not going to be able to get back to sleep now, and we’ve got enough to do. I don’t want to be distracted by this for the rest of the day and end up not enjoying it. So, I get up, change into some workout gear, and grab my phone and headphones before quietly leaving the room. I’m glad that Jensen is sleeping well enough that he doesn’t even stir when I open the door; it means his pain is under control.
I move silently through the house and make my way to the kitchen first to fill up my water bottle, and so no one panics about where I am. I write a note on the whiteboard we’ve got stuck to the fridge to let everyone know that I couldn’t sleep so I’m working out. Once that’s done, I move through the silent house, admiring the twinkling fairy lights that give everything a magical glow and somehow instantly make me feel happier and calmer, not enough to stop me from beating the crap out of a punching bag but enough that it’s a less urgent need.
When I get to the gym, I briefly contemplate putting my music through the sound system instead of using my headphones, but I don’t trust that this room is as soundproofed as we think it is and don’t want to risk waking anyone up, so I stick to my original plan and put my headphones on, turning it up loud and smiling as the beat goes through me.
I go through a quick warm-up before wrapping my hands and then starting in on one of the punching bags that we have set up in here. As I lose myself to my workout, I start to feel the tension from the unknowns surrounding the Rylie situation drain out of me.
I don’t know how long I’ve been down here, but movement from the corner of my eye distracts me and has me stopping, catching the punching bag before it rebounds and smacks me in the face, which has happened and hurts like a bitch, it also damages your pride too. Nothing like being brought back down to earth by an inanimate object.
“The guys told us we’d find you down here,” Jynx says when I pull my headphones off.
“Are you okay?” Lyric asks, looking concerned.
I shrug, “I guess so, I’m just frustrated, and my mind wouldn’t stop going around in circles this morning with what-ifs and all that shit, so I came down here to work it out.”
