11 Chapter 10: Heaven is Smiling

We arrived at their family villa when holding each other's hands. He led me to my room but before I turn around and enter, he pulled me for a hug and pecked a kiss on my lips.

"Baby, you can remember now, right?" He asked for the n-th time already. I gave him an annoyed teasing look.

"How many times do you have to ask me that?" I rolled my eyes making him giving me a pout.

I gave him a peck and chuckled at his frowning face which immediately brightened. "Well I remember some, but not all. Most were our memories together."

He hugged me tighter as he buried his face on my neck.

"God knows how much I've missed you." He mumbled in my ears, giving tingles all over my body.

"I know. I'm sorry I've made you worry a lot." I replied. "Now, off to bed mister. As much as I wanted to spend every minute with you, we should call it a night." I let go from his embrace, ran into my room, and locked the door.

I overheard him tapping the door, begging me to open it. Pleading to spend more time with him tonight. I laughed at his childishness. This is the Troy that was embedded in my heart, the Troy that I love.

"Stop being overreacting, you're just next door," I shouted so that he could hear from the other side.

After a few minutes, I heard his footsteps slowly disappearing. I peeked at the door and saw him heading towards his room.

"Troy," I called out and he turned around. "I love you." I grinning at him. Then I immediately shut the door and locked it, before he could even react.

***

I woke up the next day with someone knocking on the door. Feeling groggy, I opened to see who's outside only be carried back to my bed.

Troy. I shook my head pleased by his gestures as he placed me into the soft mattress. He had already showered. I can tell by looking at his damp hair. He was wearing a plain white tee then paired it with gray trousers.

"Breakfast in bed," Troy said with a wide smile as one of the helpers brought in a tray of food. It has some pesto sandwich, which I was craving for since yesterday, poached eggs, avocado tossed with olives and tomatoes, and a glass of milk.

"How did you know that I wanted some pesto?" I asked him while he was placing the food on the bedside table. "And love, this is too much. I can't finish eating all of them." I complained.

"As you said, I'm a worm in your belly." He paused and looked at me intently, "and knowing you, I doubt that you won't be able to finish all of these." Refuting what I had just said.

I threw him a pillow but unfortunately, he caught it with his two bare hands and just laughed at me, amused. Glaring at him, I took a fork and started to eat the avocadoes while the sandwich was held by my other hand.

-after 20 minutes-

"Love, I'm so full." I kept on rubbing my tummy with satisfaction while it seems like he was having fun looking at me, "and can you stop laughing at me?"

Since I woke up earlier, I couldn't count how many times I rolled my eyes at him. He was overly excited from the moment he entered my room. I far as I can recall, this only means that his mind is now at ease, far from the Troy who faced me days ago.

He stopped laughing when he noticed my face turned serious, gazing at him. He sat on the side of my bed and held my cheeks, "What are you thinking love?"

"Nothing," I softly smiled, "it's just, you must've had a hard time these past few days. I'm sorry." I leaned on his chest, inhaling his scent that never fails to make me feel home.

"There's nothing to feel sorry about." He once again cupped my cheeks so that he can look at me intently, "I love taking good care of you, I will never get tired taking good care of you, and I will never stop taking good care of you."

What he said swelled a passion in my heart that urged me to promise myself, again and again, to love this man even more until my last breath. Or if reincarnation exists, I will continually love him 'til next life, and the next. I just hugged him tighter, listening to his heartbeat. I don't know if I'm just hearing things, but it seemed like saying "Amy", sounding harmoniously along with its rhythm. I promise that I will never let go no matter what happens, just like what I've promised him before. I already feel guilty of breaking those vows when I lost my memories, but now, little by little, it's all coming back and this was because of him going an extra mile for me.

God, you've given me so much more than I deserve. It will be greedy of me to ask for more and I couldn't ask for more because you already gave me him

I sighed to the heavens with contentment as I whispered these words in my thoughts. Heaven is smiling, I believe, to see us here together.

"Baby," I spoke after a long silence, "let's go back to the states."

"Are you sure about that?" He asked.

"I am."