La Fée

Moi aussi j'ai une fée chez moi

I have a fairy in my house too

Sous les gouttières ruisselantes

Under the dripping gutters

Je l'ai trouvée sur un toit

I found her on the roof

Dans sa traine brulante

In her burning train

C'était un matin ça sentais le café

It was morning, there was a smell of coffee

tout était recouvert de givre

Everything was covered with frost

elle s'était cachée sous un livre

She had hidden herself under a book

Et la lune finissait ivre

And the moon had ended drunk.

The soft sheets slide off your arm as you pat the other side of the bed. Once again your hand finds nothing but cold fabric and you sigh against your pillow.

Your goosebumps disappear under her warm and oversized hoodie, not letting the cold winter air enough time to make you shiver as you leave the warm embrace of your bed.

You know where she is. It’s been the same for more than eight month now.

Your bare feet brush the little wooden stairs as you make your way up to the old attic.

When you had bought the house she begged you for months before you had finally given in and allowed her to renovate the small room.

You’re glad you let her.

Reaching the last stair you spot her immediately; sitting by the window under a blanket, eyes focused on a book, the small height of the room making her look as if she’s sitting right underneath the roof.

Her blanket falls a little behind her, almost looking like the train of a wedding dress, and the memory of that warm day of August when she had vowed to love you make your heart and ring-finger tingle.

There is a loud thunder clap and you’re suddenly aware of the heavy sky which discharges torrent of water on the city behind the window.

You start to walk quicker and as you get closer the smell of coffee engulfs you. You’re just a foot away when she lifts her warm eyes to meet yours.

“Hey babe.” She murmurs while putting her book down and opening her arms, allowing you to cuddle on her side under the blanket.

Her skin radiates warmth and even after all these years you still wonder how her body can be so warm when everything is frozen outside.

“Hi Tobs.”

You press your cold nose against her neck and let a soft sigh escape your lips when she kisses the crown of you head.

“Why don’t you ever wait for me to wake up?”  Your murmur caresses her collarbone while your eyes follow a drop of water sliding down the window.

“You know why Al’.” She whispers back in your hair.

“But I miss waking up to you.”

“I know. I miss watching you wake up too. But I’m up so early since it’s begun. And I literally can’t stay put. I’m sorry love, but you know how it is.”

Sitting up you allow your eyes to meet her apologizing one. You lean forward and let her chapped lips brush yours.

“I know it’s not your fault and that you can’t help it. I understand. It will be back to normal soon.” You snuggle back in her neck.

“Yeah... Well, depends on what you consider normal though. ‘Cause our lives are going to change for sure.” She chuckles and you smile at the sound.

“That’s an understatement.”

Letting a comfortable silence fall in the room Tobin grabs her cup of coffee beside her and hands it to you while letting her gaze get lost behind the window.

“Thanks.” You gladly accept the warm cup and she simply hums in response.

Taking advantage of her moment of deep thinking you let your eyes rediscover all her features while sipping your hot beverage.

Your light orbs fall on her full lips just when she speaks again.

“It’ll be February soon.” She rasps, her eyes finding yours.

“I know.”

Chocolate brown pupils study you attentively, looking for something behind you own blue orbs.

After a moment your voice cuts the quietness.

“Are you scared?”

“Are you?”

She raises her left eyebrow in challenge and you chuckle, knowing how too well that she’s trying to escape having to answer. She hides herself behind her lay back manners and smartass comments, but you know that deep down she needs to express her feelings. She just needs you to take the first step.

“I am.”

“Why? You’ve been through it before.” Your wife tilts her head on the side, remaining you of a certain four years old.

“No, not on this side of things. It’s okay to be scared of the unknown Tobs.” You forefinger trails her sharp jaw and she leans into the touch, her shoulders slightly relaxing.

“I hate being scared.”

“I know.”

“How do I make it go away?”

“It’ll be okay baby. Do you remember what you told me? We’re a strong family; we can go through everything.” You smile gently, hoping to soothe her worry, even for the slightest moment.

“Yeah, but I wasn’t in that position back then. I was just an ignorant idiot.” Tobin smirks, the playful spark starting to come back in her eyes again.

“Oh come on… Where’s the badass who scored against Japan? If you can score in a world cup final, you can definitely go through this.” You tease her, poking her side.

“You’re right, I’m a badass. I’m going to nail this thing.” A full smile spreads on her face and you can’t help but smile back.

“That’s my wife!” You hold your hand up and she high fives you while shaking her head at your antics.

Tobin pulls you down on her side again, this time hiding her face in the crook of your neck.

“You’re not mad that I’m scared?”

“Why would I be mad?” Your eyebrow clench together.

“I don’t know… I don’t want you to think that I’m regretting this. Because I definitely want it, more than 300% want it.”

“No, I got it babe. I told you that it’s okay to be scared. It never crossed my mind that you were regretting it. Plus I said that I was scared too, I would be the biggest hypocrite if I was mad at you for that.”

She takes your hand underneath the blanket and places it on her skin. There is no point in trying to fight the grin that stretches your lips when your thumbs brushes it, feeling it move slightly at the contact.

“We’re really doing this.” She murmurs.

“Hell yes we are.” You grab her hips and make her straddle your lap.

She smiles down at you and wipes the corner of your eyes with her thumb, a look of pure adoration in her eyes.

“I love you so much.”

Your words ring in the small attic, joining the rain to break the silence.

When her lips find yours it’s the same feeling as the first time all over again. Her teeth gently grab your bottom lip as she moves back a little, pressing your foreheads together.

“I love you too.”

You don’t have time to enjoy the morning silence that follows her soft phrase as a loud crash echoes from downstairs.

Your wife sighs before pecking your lips again.

“Back to the real life I guess.” She smirks while standing up and offering you her hand.

She pulls you up when you take it but doesn’t let go as she leads you to the stairs.

“Hey babe?” You tug on her hand to make her look at you.

“Hm?” She wonders.

“I’m really proud of you. You’re handling this like a pro.”

Her famous smile appears and she kisses your cheek before sending you a wink.

“I have great support.”

She climbs down the stairs without another word and as you watch her everything hits you like a ton of brick.

You feel dizzy at the idea of what is to come; you’re overwhelmed by a mix of joy and fear.

But if you had to sum it up you’d say that drunk with happiness.

Even more drunk than the moon at the end of a night.