Jaime’s POV

Despite the anger I knew that the guys had over Amelia moving, they didn’t blow up at her for which I don’t think they can understand how grateful I am. I know that they won’t hold it in completely forever but as long as they don’t just blow up all at once I think that she’ll be okay with it. She already knows that they’re mad and she understands that but she has her own things to deal with at the moment as well. She doesn’t need all of the guys blowing up at her when it’s only her first day back with us. That is definitely not how we get her to stay.

Despite the fact that I still see her as the exact same Milly, I can’t help but notice how withdrawn she is at the moment. I can’t really be surprised, it’s been four years, she won’t just fit back in immediately as it was before, but it makes me a little sad watching her watch us from a distance, watching her trying to take in the situation and read how things have changed. I can’t help but wonder how things would have been different if she had stayed. Would she have said yes to me wanting to marry her? Would we be married by now? Maybe we would have even had more kids. Who knows? I guess that there isn’t much point on dwelling on the fact, no matter how much I really want to.

I look over to her, leaning against the couch with Simba on her lap, eyes closed. She’s asleep. A small smile creeps onto my face and a stand up and walk over to her quietly, not wanting to wake her.

“Dude, if you try and move her you’ll just wake her up” Mike says

“Yea but even then, it’s better than letting her sleep there, she’ll be so sore in the morning” I reply

“I guess” He yawns and leans back into the couch.

“Hey, I’m sleeping there remember”

“Yea yea” his eyes close and I start to accept the fact that I am not going to get the couch back from him tonight. Better go track down a spare mattress.

I turn back to Amelia and gently shoo Simba away. I lean down and pick her up very slowly. She’s as light as ever. I walk up the stairs with her fast asleep in my arms, she looks so peaceful. I missed seeing her like this, completely raw, no wall of fake perfection. No masks. Just Milly.

I push open the door to the spare room with my foot, and gently lay her down on the bed. Subconsciously her hand grasps my shirt as I try to walk away. I let out a soft sigh and smile gently. It’s amazing how such a small act can make my heart ache for her all over again. How does she do this to me? I reach down to untangle her fingers from my shirt but for such a small woman she has an impressive grip.

“Jaime” she mumbles. I freeze.

“Mil?” I whisper. No reply. She’s still asleep… is she dreaming about me?

I finally detach her hand and turn to leave when I hear another whisper.

“No, please”

“Milly?” I walk back over to her bed.
“Don’t go,” she whispered “don’t leave me”

Despite knowing that she was still asleep I couldn’t bring myself to turn away from her. Not when she sounded like that, sounding so sad, so alone. How could I turn my back on her? Making up my mind I pull up a chair to the bedside. I sigh as I look down at her, she’s so beautiful. I trace over her hand with the tip of my finger and her hand as a reflex moves to grasp mine. Her fingers lacing through mine, I can bring myself to move a muscle. My heart is beating a thousand miles an hour and I never want this to end. I sit there for hours, not moving, so careful to not wake her. Holding her hand gently within my own until my eyes begin to get heavy, my body slouching into the chair. Despite it all my hand never moves.

Notes

So I know it's short and it isn't my best chapter but I thought it would be a good lead on into the next one so I hope you don't mind too much.

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