One last time
1086 Words
Nathan's POV
My sports car sped down the road. My thoughts went back to how my friend Ryan was offering to take Brooke home.
Does he really have interest in Brooke? I thought silently. If that was the case, I would do everything I could to make sure that didn't happen. Ryan was a playboy. He had never had any serious relationship. Ever. All he wanted to do now was use the opportunity of the situation and toy with Brooke's heart.
I will never let that happen. I turned to Brooke, wanting to ask her about Ryan and what had occurred back at the club.
"Bee, I-"
"Oh no! Nathan, window. The window," Brooke cut me off, heaving out the car window.
Before I could react, Brooke began to puke out her guts in the car. She had had too much to drink, which she was definitely not used to.
I tried soothing her by rubbing her back gently. I knew this would happen. It was just a matter of when. I had been watching how she kept drinking at the club.
When she caught her breath, she spoke in a drowsy voice. "I'm never drinking again. This is awful."
"You're definitely not drinking again. You could hurt yourself," I said with a concerned tone.
Brooke chuckled lightly. "And you suddenly care? This is all happening because of you. You're such an asshole-" she was interrupted by the need to throw up again. This time, she was able to do it out of the car window as I slowed the car.
The whole car smelled like vomit and alcohol. In the process of leaning out the window, Brooke had stained most of her dress with vomit.
I looked at her. "I can't take you home like this," I said.
I took the next turn and changed route. Some minutes later, we arrived at our matrimonial home.
"Oh, my sweet home. I thought I would never come back here again," Brooke said, leaning her head backward.
I parked at the entrance of the house. I came out and held Brooke, picking her up bridal style into the house.
"Oh, missus. You're back. Is she alright?" Mrs. Scooter came toward us and asked.
"She will be fine, Rose. Can you prepare her some soup? You can bring it up to the room when you're done," I suggested.
"Right away, sir," Mrs. Scooter answered and walked away. But I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking. Brooke was back in the house after some time.
As I walked into the bedroom, I took Brooke straight to the bathroom. She was still obviously drunk, but not as much as she was earlier.
"My bathroom. I miss you so much. When will I see you again?" Brooke continued to blabber about any object she set her eyes on in the bathroom.
"Do you need help getting out of the dress?" I asked, after putting her down next to the bathtub.
"Hmmm?" Brooke said before looking at her dress. She shook her head. "Nope. I can do that," she added with a grin.
I then turned and prepared the bath for her. I made sure the water was at a warm temperature. I then threw in a bath bomb. When I made sure everything was set, I asked Brooke again if she needed help getting in the bath.
Brooke proved she could by beginning to undress.
"I'll be in the bedroom, and I'll be checking on you. But if you need help with anything, you can call out," I instructed.
"Okay," Brooke said.
I left the bathroom and sat in the bedroom. After some time, I checked on Brooke and made sure she was alright.
After some time, Mrs. Scooter knocked on the door. She then walked in with the bowl of soup on a tray. After she settled it down, I asked her to help Brooke out of the bath.
Moments later, they came out. Brooke was in a bathrobe.
I asked Mrs. Scooter to help make sure Brooke had the soup while I went to take a bath as well. I was also covered in vomit due to the way I carried Brooke.
After some time, I came out of the bathroom, already changed into my pajamas. I noticed Brooke had finished the whole bowl of soup.
"Thank you," I said to Mrs. Scooter in a low voice because I noticed Brooke was already in bed and her eyes were closed.
Mrs. Scooter nodded and smiled before she left the room with the tray.
I walked to the bed and sat by her side. I looked at her face. All the makeup was now gone. Her eyes looked puffed. I knew it would be from all the cries she had been doing. She looked so peaceful as she slept.
"Bee, I'm so sorry I made you go through this," I said, caressing her face.
I sat there looking at her for a while before I turned off the side lamp. I went to the other side of the bed and lay down. I pulled her into my arms and dozed off.
"Nathan, I love you."
"Please don't leave me."
"I can't do without you, Nathan."
"You're my life."
I heard Brooke's voice in my sleep. At first, I thought I was dreaming. But when she began to sob, calling my name, I knew I wasn't dreaming.
"Bee, I'm here," I said, after pulling her into my chest. I rubbed her back gently to calm her down.
"I'm sorry for everything," I added.
Brooke thought it was a dream when she heard my voice. But when she felt my hands on her, holding her close, she realized I was really there. She was with me at the moment. She looked up at my face, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"I'm going to miss you. I will miss you so much, Nathan," she said as she sobbed.
"What are you talking about, Bee? We live in the same city. And we can still be friends," I suggested.
My response only made her cry some more. I wondered why she was so emotional at my words. I continued trying to soothe her.
After some time, Brooke fell silent in my arms. She then looked up at me and spoke.
"Nathan, make love to me one last time."
I was taken aback by Brooke's request. It just came out of nowhere, as I did not expect to hear that from her.
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