My heart strings yearn for Hazel the moment she disappears sadly into the elevator. I've never experienced the sudden sadness that comes with being emotionally attached to someone and certainly not so soon.
Is that normal? Being attached enough after three days that I feel a hole in my chest from our separation although we only met days ago? It can't be, and yet, it is exactly that way now as I rest in the tub, listening to Patrick handle a phone call in the bedroom.
It's been hours since I bid Hazel a goodnight and I have yet to stop thinking of her sweet, angelic baby face. I crave her innocent energy the way a fiend craves for his next fix.
"Will you be joining me in bed, dear?" Patrick asks, causing me to look over my shoulder at him sitting by the door patiently.
His gray hair is combed nicely the way I taught him to do over a decade ago and he's wearing a nice silk robe, letting me know he's ready for bed. Although I am not and my brain is moving at full speed, I nod silently and begin to drain the water from the clawfoot tub.
I move slowly while rubbing oil all over my body, starting from my neck and bosoms, down my arms and torso until every inch of me is moisturized. As I slip into a nightgown, I sigh deeply, wanting nothing more than to be at my penthouse with Hazel watching Monster's Inc since it seemed to make her happy that I signed up for Disney+.
"How were things while I was away?" Patrick asks as I fluff the pillows before getting into bed myself.
Before meeting Hazel, I was able to ignore the disdain I felt for my husband but now everything feels different. It doesn't seem right lying in this bed next to him when the only thing I can think about is having Hazel in my arms again.
"Well." I answer with a small smile. "How was your trip?"
"It went well. I'm not sure if this company is suitable, the business proposal wasn't professional and felt...off. So I don't plan on moving forward with things." Patrick talks and somehow just like any other night, I begin to tune him out until I glance in his direction and see he's fast asleep with his sleep apnea mask on.
When I check the time on the nightstand and see an hour passed by without me realizing it, I lay down and close my eyes. Behind my eyelids, I imagine what things Hazel will put on her list and if she will even make one in the first place.
The thought of her makes me smile. And that's how I fall asleep, with images of my kitten resting in my lap as I play in her braids.
In the morning, I roll out of bed at 6am sharp, ready to make Patrick his breakfast of oatmeal and toast. When I finish with that, along with getting myself together for the day, it's just after 8am.
I retire to my office where I spend the rest of the morning catching up on emails, final drafts and thinking of Hazel. By noon, when Patrick's alerts me of him leaving for brunch at the country club and he requests my presence, I politely decline as I am swamped with emails.
Seeing him nod understandingly, I wait for a few minutes after he is no longer staring at me like a lost puppy before I reach for my phone and finally break down, calling Hazel for the first time.
"Hello?" She answers sleepily, making my heart skip a series of beats. I smile instantly.
"Hi, Kitten. Are you still sleeping?" I glance at the time, noting it's well after noon.
"Mhm." She mumbles softly. "I tired."
Every time Hazel slips into little space and I notice it, I want to cuddle her for hours upon hours. I want to watch her eyes light up with excitement and more than all of that, I want to feel our lips pressed together softly.
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