Life had settled into a rhythm for Savannah and Blaze-one filled with love, care, and the occasional chaos of their demanding careers. Despite their hectic schedules, one thing remained constant: Blaze's unwavering devotion to Savannah and her complete trust in him.
Morning Time with Blaze
Every morning starts the same way. Blaze was always the first to wake up and spends a little time just looking at Savannah while she's still asleep, gently touching her cheek before getting out of bed. When she finally wakes up, there's already the smell of fresh coffee in the air.
One morning, Savannah woke up to a quiet clinking noise coming from the kitchen. She rubbed her eyes, stretched, and felt the warm blanket around her.
Then the bedroom door opened, and Blaze came in holding a tray with a cup of coffee and a small plate of toast.
"Good morning, love," he said with a little grin, putting the tray down on the bedside table.
Savannah stared at him, her heart all warm and fuzzy. "You're spoiling me again."
Blaze grinned. "That's my job. Now drink your coffee before it gets cold."
She grabbed the cup, smelled the coffee, and took a sip. It was so good, warming her up and getting her wide awake. While she ate, Blaze sat next to her, checking his emails but looking over at her every couple of minutes.
"You've got a busy day at the hospital today?" he asked, resting his hand on her thigh.
"Yeah. Non-stop surgeries. But I should be back by seven," she said.
Blaze leaned in and kissed her forehead. "I'll pick you up. No arguments."
Savannah chuckled. "I wasn't going to argue... but what if I get held up?"
"Then I'll wait," he said firmly, not budging on it.
She shook her head but smiled. Blaze was always like this—super stubborn when it came to taking care of her. And, truthfully, she loved it.
Work & Check-Ins.
Once they left the house, they both went their separate ways-Blaze to his towering corporate office, where he ran his multi-million dollar business, and Savannah to the hospital, where she dedicated her time to saving lives.
No matter how swamped he was at work, Blaze always made sure to call or text her every few hours.
Blaze: "Have you eaten? Please don't tell me you're surviving on coffee again."
Savannah: "I just had a protein bar. Does that count?"
Blaze: "That's not food, Ana. Proper meal when you get a break. I mean it."
She giggled at his concern, feeling good knowing he cared about her—even though he was far away.
Evenings Together.
By the time Savannah got home, she felt so tired it was like wearing an extra layer of clothes. As soon as she walked in, though, she felt better. The soft lights were on, and the smell of food cooking in the kitchen made her stomach growl.
Blaze was at the stove, his sleeves rolled up, mixing something in a pot that smelled amazing.
"You made dinner?" she said, taking off her coat.
He looked over his shoulder with a proud grin. "Yeah, of course. Did you think I'd let you come home to an empty fridge?"
Savannah walked over and wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her cheek against his back. "You're too good to me."
Blaze turned, cupping her face as he leaned down to kiss her deeply. "Not possible," he murmured against her lips.
After awhile
After dinner, they curled up on the couch. Savannah rested her head on Blaze's chest while he absently played with her hair.
"You seem tired," he said gently.
She nodded. "Long surgery today. But we got the patient through it."
Blaze smiled, his pride showing. "You're amazing, you know that?"
Savannah glanced up at him. "And you're the best husband ever."
He laughed. "I just love taking care of you."
She relaxed even more, feeling safe and loved in his arms. No matter how tired they were at the end of the day, coming home to each other always made everything feel okay.
Small Moments of Care
Their bond was built on the little things—Blaze never letting Savannah lift a finger when she was around. He made sure she ate, tucked her into bed if she fell asleep on the couch, and gave her shoulder rubs when stress hit hard.
Savannah loved him right back. She'd remind him to take breaks from his endless work, bring him homemade lunches to his office, and drag him out for surprise dates when she saw him burning himself out.
One night, as they lay in bed, Blaze pulled her close and kissing her forehead.
"Promise me something," he said softly.
She looked up at him, half-asleep. "What?"
"Promise me you'll always let me take care of you."
She smiled and ran her fingers along his jaw. "Only if you promise to let me take care of you too."
Blaze grinned. "Deal."
And as they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, one thing was certain-no matter how chaotic life got, they would always have each other.
A Quiet Sunday Morning.
Months had passed, and life for Savannah and Blaze was good—full of love, laughs, and familiar routines. Their days were busy, but they always found time for each other, weaving small moments of intimacy into their hectic schedules.
But Sundays were different for Savannah. That was her special time when she could step away from the craziness of the hospital and do something that always calmed her: painting.
Her patio was like her own little hideaway.
On a cool morning breeze, with the smell of fresh flowers drifting in from the garden, she'd sit there with a brush in hand, getting lost in the colors on the canvas. The world around her faded as she poured herself into the painting, each hue reflecting the serenity she felt in that moment.
Blaze, as usual, had left early for an important meeting at his company, leaving her to her peaceful solitude.
Or she thought.
A voice from behind startled her, breaking the silence.
"Beautiful."
She turned quickly, her brush pausing mid-stroke. Elijah stood there, watching her, his dark eyes holding something unreadable.
A big grin spread across Savannah's face when she saw him. "First time you've praised me without me asking," she teased, her tone light.
Elijah blinked, as if snapping back to reality. He hadn't even realized he had spoken his thoughts aloud. A small, almost shy smile touched his lips.
"But it was always sincere," he murmured as he stepped forward, closing the distance between them. He sat down beside her, his eyes still on the unfinished painting.
Savannah went back to her work and adding a few delicate strokes to the canvas. "I guess that's what keeps me going," she mused softly.
Elijah watched her for a moment before speaking again. "Why don't you make this your main focus?"
Savannah paused for a moment, her brush hanging in the air above the canvas. She looked at him, her eyes showing she was confused. "What exactly do you mean?"
Seeing her unsure, Elijah let out a sigh. "I mean painting," he explained. "I can tell how much you enjoy it. So why not make it your priority?"
Savannah chuckled softly and gave her head a little shake. "I do love painting, but I care even more about helping people." Her voice sounded warm, and her words had a strong sense that made Elijah feel tightness in his chest.
He stared at her, his gaze deep and unreadable. "I just wish... your main focus was painting," he said quietly, his voice laced with something she couldn't quite place. "That way, some things wouldn't be happening to you."
A strange chill ran down Savannah's spine. Something about the way he said it unsettled her. The cryptic tone, the weight behind his words-it felt like there was something more he wasn't saying.
Her eyebrows scrunched up a bit as she stared at him. "What do you mean?" she asked, sounding both curious and concern.
Elijah didn't say anything. Instead, he reached his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a tiny folded piece of paper. He paused for a second before holding it out to her.
"Here." he said plain and simple.
Savannah took it without thinking another moment and unfolded it. Her eyes scanned the content on the white paper and she felt her breath hitched. This was exactly what she'd asked him for—something she'd been hoping for, she'd been waiting for, something that she had almost given up hope of getting.
Author's Note :
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