[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 56: Don’t you...hate me

Elijah’s pov ;

One of the nurses stepped forward with an apologetic look. "He woke up disoriented and started to panic. We were only trying to help, sir."

"Help?" I snapped at him furiously, also making Ash flinch in my arms. I looked down at him with a heartbroken look. "Is this your idea of helping?"

The nurse flinched but nodded. "We didn’t mean to upset him. We were following protocol."

"Well, I don’t give a fuck about your protocol," I retorted sharply, glaring at him aggressively. "Next time, call me first before going straight to touch him, do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir."

I didn’t say anything, instead choosing to turn my attention back to Ash. I stroked his hair gently, murmuring reassurances. Slowly, his breathing calmed, and his body relaxed slightly but not entirely. I draw comforting circles on his back.

His slender fingers curled into my shirt, clinging onto me for dear life resting his head against my chest.

"Don’t leave me," he whispered in a hushed and scared voice which broke my heart. "Please, don’t leave me."

I wrapped my arms around him, bringing him even more closer. "I won’t, sweetheart."

I glanced at the nurse, still standing there dumbfounded. "What are you waiting for? Get out!"

The nurse was startled but quickly scampered away, leaving the room.

Finally, it’s just the two of us. I guided him back to the bed and helped him lie down. He curled up against me, still sniffling and clinging to my hand.

My heart and chest filled with warmth. No matter what, no matter what mistakes I make or what sins he commits.

He needs me.

I could see that now, and the thought sent a thrill of excitement through me. Many want me, many need me, dying to get just a small chance from me. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

But the joy and excitement I felt upon needed by him, the way his fingers curled around mine tightly, and the way his eyes were glazed over with tears and worry, made my chest ache with emotions I couldn’t even begin to name.

"Lie with m-me," He pleaded with me. His voice was small and timid. My heart melted instantly as soon as the soft words left his lips.

How could I refuse him? How could I deny him anything, when he was looking at me with those eyes? How dare I reject him when all he wanted was to be close to me?

Without hesitation, I crawled into the bed beside him. It was a tight fit, but I didn’t mind. His much smaller and more delicate body than mine pressed against mine, lying almost above my chest.

I smiled softly, reaching up to cup his face in my hand. My thumb brushed away the tears that stained his cheeks, and he leaned into my touch.

"E-Elijah..." He whimpered when our eyes met. "D-don’t leave m-me again."

"Shhh..." I hushed him gently. Fuck, I could get addicted to the way he said my name. It was like a drug, a sweet and addictive poison that was slowly but surely spreading through my veins.

And fuck if the eruption of feelings in my chest wasn’t love. My emotions were all over the place, and I could hardly keep up.

His eyes suddenly filled with fear, and his breath hitched. He trembled against me as his eyes landed on my injury. "Elijah...this wound...how did it...Noah told me that you got into-"

"It was just a small accident, nothing else. Don’t worry, see I’m in front of you." I stroked his cheek tenderly and under his beautiful eyes that were shedding tears making me desperately want to stop them.

His eyelashes fluttered shut as a few tears rolled down his cheeks, his chest hitching. I felt like a dick for feeling delighted that he was worried about me.

And a part of me couldn’t help but feel a sense of joy and pleasure that he was this concerned. It made me feel good that he cares so much for an asshole who only ever gives him pain and abuse.

I pulled him up to peck his lips. "Hey, don’t cry. See, I’m alright. I’m not hurt and I’m right here in front of you."

Maybe I’m still not sure whether I have forgiven him or if I can in the future. But I’m going to try, and that’s what matters to me the most.

The softness of his lips against mine and the taste of his tears on my tongue was like a drug, and I couldn’t get enough. He whimpered and whined, but he didn’t pull away.

It wasn’t sexual, but it was intimate and affectionate, and I wanted him to feel good right now more than anything. To relax his nerves and mind and to be assured that everything is alright. He didn’t need to worry anymore.

I slowly moved my lips against his soft ones, savouring the sweetness and the heat. My tongue traced the seam of his lips and his heart picked up pretty quickly, thumping against my chest. When I was sure that he was calm now, I slipped my hand under his shirt and stroked his back up and down in a soothing manner.

And it didn’t take him much time to melt, his hands gripped my shoulders tightly. And I could feel his hot tears sliding down my neck.

"M-more" he moaned out and his legs wrapped around my waist.

I’m not gonna lie, I felt a sudden urge to fuck him into the mattress. My cock twitched in my pants as he rutted his hips against mine. But I resisted. I can’t let my desires overpower me right now. Not when he was crying and in a fragile state. He’s sick and needs care.

So, instead, I deepened the kiss, my tongue slipping inside his warm cavern and tasting every inch of him. His tongue came in contact with mine shyly. But after a while, he became more bold, exploring my mouth as well.

Our lips moved against each other’s, and I could feel the heat building up inside of me. The way he was clinging to me and grinding against me was driving me crazy, and I could feel the desire coiling in my stomach.

I had to stop myself from ripping off his clothes and fucking him right there and then. Instead, I pulled back, breaking the kiss and leaving us both panting and flushed. His lips were swollen and red, and his eyes were half-lidded with lust and desire.

"Fuck, baby. Don’t seduce me at a time like this," I whispered, brushing my thumb over his bottom lip but the little jinx was bold enough to pull the finger inside his mouth and suck it with a shy blush.

Fuck!

"Elijah...I want to-," he whimpered, his eyes dark and hazy with lewdness. I gulped, my throat suddenly dry.

"Later, baby. You’re still sick, and I can’t fuck you while you’re in this state," I let out, reluctantly removing my finger from his mouth and placing it on his cheek instead.

His lips pulled out in a pout and if I haven’t been controlling myself. I would’ve jumped him right now.

Suddenly, his eyes again drifted to my forehead injury and he pulled out his hand to touch it ever so softly.

He bit his lips hard, trying his best not to cry but I could see the tears shining in his eyes. "Does it hurt a lot? I should get down and-"

"No, no, it’s just a small wound, not that bad. Look, I’m perfectly fine. The wound was already healed, and I didn’t even notice it. So, no need to worry about it, alright?" I quickly ranted, clasping my hand around his waist that was under his shirt to stop him from moving down.

He stared at me for a moment before nodding his head. I smiled and pecked his lips again. "Good boy. Now, let’s get you some sleep, okay?"

He nodded again and settled down, resting his head on my shoulder. He sighed happily, his eyes fluttering shut as his breathing began to even out.

"Elijah," He whispered after a moment.

"Yes?"

"Will you still be here when I wake up?"

My heart broke a little, but I kept my smile in place. "Of course, I will, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.

"Promise?"

"Promise, baby," I caressed my fingers up and down his back and hips and he hummed contentedly, burrowing closer to me.

I could still feel the tremors running through his body, the residual anxiety that clung to him. Was this how he felt all the time? So scared, so nervous?

I glanced down at his tear-streaked face, his eyes red and swollen from crying. He also tried to show himself as strong or so I thought. But seeing him like this, so vulnerable and broken, made me question everything I believed about him. The panic attacks, the anxiety, the depression—had they always been there? Or were they the result of the trauma of that accident?

I remembered the countless times I had accused him, doubted him, and plotted against him. All those moments when I saw him as the enemy, the murderer of my parents. But now, seeing him in this state, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to the story. What if he really had a reason for what happened? What if there were circumstances I wasn’t aware of?

He stirred, snapping me out of my thoughts."Elijah?" He whispered again, his heated breath fanning across my chest.

"Hmm?" I hummed softly while rubbing circles on his hip.

I felt his body tensing over me and his next question stopped my breath. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

I froze, my hands halting with me mid-motion.

Because you deserve it because you’ve suffered enough, because I want to be with you because you’re the most important person in my life. Because my heart has forgiven you and because my mind has yet to forgive you.

There were so many things I wanted to say, so many words of comfort and reassurance, but none of them felt right.

I opened my mouth, then closed it again, not sure how to respond.

He moved his head to look up at me, his eyes clouded with uncertainty and fear. "Why are you doing this, Elijah? Are you planning something new? Don’t you...hate me?"

Hate you?