Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

ATHENA

"Thank you for saving me the other night." I smile at Zayan, who looks at me with a confused face.

I was afraid for my life, and now I realize my biggest fear is dying and leaving my young son. God, that wrecked me more than the cold did.

I was lucky to have been found early, and after lan did the scans, he discharged me, and I'm back at work.

"You had some concussion, but I'm glad it was temporary and all is good now. Don't stress and I'll also move you from ER for a while untill you're better." He had said.

I would have argued but that would have been selfish. So I reluctantly agreed.

"Saving you from what?" Zayan pulls me back.

I laugh.

Typical Zayan.

"I know you don't like it when I say thank you but truly. I appreciate you."

"Athena. You're confusing me. What are you talking about?" He asks as the waiter places my plate of steak, which Zayan picks up and cuts into small pieces before giving it back to me.

"Are you serious right now?" I ask, setting my fork down.

Zayan's brows furrow, his hands resting on the edge of the table like he's trying to solve a puzzle.

"What happened?" He asks.

My heart skips a beat, and I just stare at him, trying to read his face, trying to piece together the truth.

If not him... then who?

I search my mind, but everything from that night is still a blur. Cold rain, the impact, and the feeling of hands around me. Strong, warm hands. Someone blowing my hair. And a voice. A voice that now that I think about it doesn't sound like Zayan's.

But I shake my head and force a smile.

"It's nothing," I say, brushing it off like it doesn't matter.

Zayan watches me, his gaze studying me but quiet. Like he knows I'm hiding something. Like he wants to push, but won't.

slowly. "But if something did happen, you can talk to

forcing a tight smile. "I

to our

I cut a piece of steak, chew, then swallow. But I can

Again. And again.

and catch him staring, then

his water glass

and lift it to my

He's still watching me.

my fork down with a clink

What

He blinks. "What?"

staring at me like I've grown a third head. If you have something to say, just say

slow, nervous smile. "You caught

I raise an eyebrow.

edge of the table. "I've

beat because I know that tone, and

More than just some person you run into at cafes or call when you're bored." He gives a soft, dry laugh. "I

smile. "I do trust you, and of course you're not just

doesn't give in to the joke.

grabbing my hand and placing it in the middle of

like you. More than I've let on.

than just

want to be more just a familiar face in your life. I'm risking it all and

My breath catches.

to be someone you can count on, not just when things fall apart, but when they're good, too. I

man."

s

plate, feeling a strange weight press

it's time I

ready," I admit quietly. "I've been through a lot

asking now because I'm not expecting perfection. I just want

up at him, searching his face. There's no pressure in his

me is tired of feeling

"Okay," I whisper. "Yes."

smile lights