Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem



Tarquin's heart was hammering, "Oh, good."

He hurried after Elysia into the hospital room.

Inside, there was a small table. Elysia took out some late-night snacks and set them up, beckoning him over, "Come on, have something to eat."

Tarquin was pleasantly surprised, looking like a kid who thought he'd done something wrong, carefully watching Elysia's expressions and cautiously making his way over.

His cautious demeanor caught Elysia's eye, and she felt a pang of sympathy.

She wanted to say something to comfort him but didn't know what to say, so she chose silence.

She quietly handed him a fork, and Tarquin quickly reached out to take it.

With her not speaking, he didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

After the late-night snack, Tarquin insisted on cleaning up the table, and Elysia didn't fight him for the task.

She went to the bathroom, and when she came out, she started making the bed.

It was a twin bed, one that Tarquin had bought new that day, along with fresh bedding.

After cleaning up, Tarquin stood quietly nearby, not daring to speak.

Elysia finished making the bed, checked on Elliot in his hospital bed, turned off the main light, leaving only a nightlight on. She told Tarquin, "Time to sleep."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the freshly made bed.

Tarquin wasn't sure what she meant and stood frozen in place.

Elysia walked to the edge of the bed, and seeing him still not moving, she added, "Come here, let's cuddle."

Tarquin's heart skipped a beat, his eyes warming.

Elysia had no idea how profound her simple request for a cuddle was!

Since the accident with Elliot, Tarquin had been on edge, scared out of his mind!

He knew Elysia too well, understood her thoughts clearly!

He was genuinely worried that Elysia would break up with him over Elliot's situation!

He feared Elysia would leave him...

He was scared, so scared, that he couldn't even focus on finding the perpetrator all day, his heart entirely devoted to Elysia!

Hearing her ask for a cuddle now, he truly wanted to cry...

With a sour nose and a lump in his throat, he rushed to Elysia's side, embracing her tightly.

All his anxiety, worry, frustration, and guilt... were all poured into this embrace!

He wished he could meld Elysia into his being, so he'd never lose her again!

Elysia, understanding his feelings, allowed him to hold her until she couldn't take it anymore and said, "Ouch..."

Tarquin immediately let go, his voice hoarse with concern, "Where does it hurt? Did I hug you too tightly?"

"Sorry," he immediately apologized, repeating, "Sorry, Elysia, I'm so sorry..."

Sorry, for hugging you too tightly.

Sorry, because I let Elliot get hurt.

Sorry, for not giving you enough sense of security.

Sorry, so very sorry...

Elysia looked at him, eventually unable to resist, she tiptoed to seal his apologies with a gentle kiss on his lips.

It wasn't a passionate kiss but a brief touch, silencing his apologies.

"I want to sleep for a bit."

Tarquin sniffled hard, "Okay, you sleep. I'll watch over Elliot."

But as he laid Elysia down and covered her with the blanket, she caught his wrist, "Stay and sleep with me." Tarquin was stunned, "?!?"

"Elliot will be fine; he won't wake up anytime soon. I want to sleep in your arms."This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Tarquin trembled with excitement, swallowing hard, his voice choked with emotion, "Okay!"

He removed his shoes and got into bed, gently wrapping Elysia in his arms.

Elysia, like a docile kitten, nestled into him and stayed still.