Not Just Acting (Negovanman)

Chapter 43

"You're an angel," I tell Natasha.

She glances away from the road for a second to give me a confused look and asks, "What?"

"You're an angel," I repeat.

"I heard you the first time, but why?"

"Because angels support people, bringing light into their lives and never letting it get dark."

Natasha smiles and leans over the middle console, as we're at a red light, to kiss my cheek.

"Then I'll gladly continue being your angel for as long as you'll let me."

"How does forever sound?"

"Pretty damn good, Elise."

I bite my lip to contain my smile. I'll gladly grant that someday. 

"Are we almost there?" I ask ten minutes later.

"You're so impatient," Natasha says with a laugh, "and we've barely been driving for an hour."

"An hour can be a long time."

"In what context?"

"Driving a car!" I smirk when she rolls her eyes.

"Shall I just turn up the volume on the radio to muffle your complaints?"

"No, no." I grab her hand when she reaches for the volume knob and lace our fingers together. "I like hearing your voice and I like talking to you."

Natasha smiles brightly at me and scrunches up her nose. "You're adorable."

"I love you."

"I love you too, babe."

Smiling, I turn back to facing the road, not complaining once more until we reach our destination. Then, the soreness of my legs and lower back proceed when I get out the car. That's what happens when we drive for two hours. Stretching has never felt so good... besides in the morning; nothing beats morning stretches.

"Let's go," Natasha says cheerfully and holds her hand out for me to take.

I take it and get pulled down the sidewalk.

Our destination is a resort north east of Toronto. We booked it for a little weekend getaway from all the madness. Actually, it hasn't been so mad lately; rather, it has died down. Because it has been a few months since my mother has passed, I feel back to normal than I was before. I don't know the feeling I still have now, as it's explainable, but it is better than it was weeks after her passing... obviously.

I'm happy for having the constant distraction that is Natasha Negovanlis because I wouldn't have been able to make it without her. I know relying on people is never a good thing during times of high emotion, but I can't help it with her; it's an automatic feeling.

"These rooms are really nice," I say while dropping my bag on the foot of the king-sized bed. I gaze at the numerous, unnecessary pillows, the decorations/ little trinkets, and the mahogany wood belonging to the multiple pieces of furniture around the bedroom.

"I told you you'd like it."

"Good job with the choice then."

"I know." Natasha smiles at me and sets her bag down next to mine. "What are we feeling first? A lovely massage or relaxation in the hot tub?"

"That's a tough choice." I run my fingers through my hair. They both bring the same relaxation, but they're completely different. "Why not both?"

She laughs. "We can do one today and one tomorrow."