Sanctuary - Side 2

Two weeks have passed and Abby has an increase in her medication. All Time Low Is also putting on our final touches to our new record, Last Young Renegade; we’re proud of it and can’t wait for everyone to hear it. Since Abby is coming home early, I’m making us dinner which is her specialty so I hope I cook it correctly. When she came home, the food was almost ready and I was a bit nervous about it.

“Hey, hot stuff.” she greeted as she took her shoes off.

“Hey. Have a good day?” I said, walking over to her.

“Yep. How was yours?” she said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Good. I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. So, whatcha cooking? It smells heavenly.”

“Chicken marsala. Your speciality. I hope I made it right.” I said with my arms around her waist.

“I’m sure it’ll be delicious. Is it done yet?”

“Five minutes.”

“Ok. I’m gonna go change out of these clothes and come right back.”

I nodded. She came back in semicasual clothes and saw me pull out the chicken.

“Please go sit. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”

She walked into the dining room and sat down. The table was set just like a restaurant, aside from the dinner plates of course; there were even wine glasses. I came in like a server and gently set down her dinner before going back to get mine.

"Would you like some wine, Miss?"

"I'd love some. Thank you."

She didn'tr take a bite till I sat down with my food.

"This looks really delicious."

"Thank you."

She cut a piece and put it in her mouth.

"How is it?” I asked as he chewed.

"Amazing. You cooked it just right."

"Don't lie to me. If it isn't-"

"Stop. I'm a sous chef. I don't lie about how food tastes or looks."

"Well, that's great to hear. I appreciate the feedback."

I cut my dinner and took a bite.

"You are right. It's so fucking good."

She laughed.

"So, when did you decide to make such a wonderful dinner?"

"This morning before you even left for work. I wanted to surprise you."

"It's a fantastic surprise. I absolutely love it."

"I've been meaning to do something like this for the past month or so, but life has been hectic."

"You're very sweet for doing this. I love you."

"I love you, too. You deserve this."

"Can we uh- talk about those tracks I heard when I was at the studio? It never seems to happen."

"Of course. I'd love to hear whatever you have to say about them."

She smiled and nodded.

"Is there dessert, by any chance?" she asked after dinner.

"In the fridge, I bought cheesecake."

"Strawberry?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"Only the best for my beautiful fiancee."

I‘m such a hopeless romantic.

I went into the kitchen and got each of us a slice.

"Thank you for dessert. It's delicious."

"My pleasure."

Following dessert, I refused to let her clean up despite her protests; I know she hates cleaning up after dinner.

"Abby?" I called out from the dining room.

"Bedroom!"

She had changed into a tank and a pair of shorts and was sitting up with her head against the wall behind our bed; her gorgeous legs were outstretched and crossed.

"Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love your legs?"

She laughed.

"Probably. Glad you love them."

"I'm gonna change."

Once I did, I crawled into bed and sat next to her.

"Can we start this long-awaited conversation?" she asked.

"Yep. What do you wanna start with?"

"I wanna start with Dirty Laundry. It gave me goosebumps. I thought of myself and us with some of the lyrics."

I continued to look at her; I am always intrigued to have her feedback.

"Really? Like what?"

"The first verse and the first chorus. I just couldn't help but think about myself and us. You know?"

"I thought of that, too. I love those lyrics and that song."

"So do I. Next song. Nightmares. It was purely haunting. My actual nightmares I’ve had since I was raped and my PTSD came to the forefront.”

She became teary. I pulled her closer and kissed the top off of her head.

“If you don’t want to continue, that’s okay.”

“No. It’s fine. I did love Last Young Renegade. It was an upbeat song and wonderful.”

She was smiling again. She turned around and kissed me, crawling into my lap. I hungrily kissed her back.

“Are we done with this conversation?” I asked.

“Definitely.”

I smirked and she placed her lips back on mine.

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