In the morning, Christopher grabbed the remote and started playing with it. He turned to the sport channel, and the Yankee's were playing against the White Sox. He asked a million questions excitedly, and I explained what little I knew, and he crashed on the couch, with the bottle of wine, and watched the whole game.
I changed into my jeans, threw on a shirt, took my money that I had hidden in my drawer, and left my apartment to go shopping, Christopher was so engrossed in the game, he didnt hear me when I told him where I was going, and he didnt even realize that I had left! I sighed knowing full well that I was responsible for creating a sports monster!
I went to Macy's and bought him a pair of Calvin Kline jeans, and a sporty, white tee shirt. I hope it will fit his muscled body. I went to the men's shoe department and bought him a pair of Jordans, and it was hard finding him a pair that I thought would fit his huge feet.
Then I went to the grocery store and bought meats, fruits and vegetables, and a couple of bottles of fine wine. I spent the whole morning shopping and I had many bags in my arms, as I walked back to my apartment happilly. Thoughts of my warrior made me want to run home, and fall into his arms. I have missed him greatly.
When I was but a few blocks from my apartment, I saw a huge crowd in the middle of the street and the police were trying to take control of the situation. Alarmed, I walked faster and when I got a little closer, I saw Christopher in the middle of the crowd wearing his kilt, and standing in a warriors position, preparing to fight.
"Christopher!" I called out loudly, and I saw relief on Christopher's handsome face when he turned and saw me. He pushed everyone away from him, and reached out and pulled me in his arms.
"Where were you?" he asked hoarsely, and he squeezed me into his strong arms possesively.
"Mam, do you know this mad man?" asked the police officer, as he came foward and looked at us suspiciously.
"Yes officer, he is my husband, he means no harm to anyone." I told him.
The officer narrowed his eyes, and put his hands on his hips and looked at us thoughfully.
"Take him home then, and keep an eye on him, I dont want a repitition of this episode again." he warned.
Christopher took a step foward, and the police officer feeling threatened stepped back.
"Christopher dont!" I yelled, and the crowd backed away fearing an attack. "Come with me husband, we need to go home now!" I told him, throwing him an evil look.
I held my breath waiting for Christopher to obey my command, and finally he lifted me in his arms and marched us back to my apartment, as everyone watched our departure.
When we walked into my apartment and closed and locked the door, I turned and looked at Christopher and said. "Why in heavens name did you leave the apartment?"
"You are the one that left first without even telling me, and I feared for your life and came looking for you!" he said, in a husky, deep voice.
"Why would you fear for my life Christopher?" I asked him as I put all the bags I had in my hands on the kitchen table.
"Because Ronan is out there looking for you! He will not stop until he finds you!" he said, trying to make his point.
"What does he want with me?" I asked.
"He wants to hurt you! But first he will try to make love to you to gain power!" he told me, and watched me closely, to see my reaction.
"Why does he want to hurt me?" I asked, not sure what to make of his words.
"He wants you dead!" he said, and fear struck me in the heart.
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