Taming My Arrogant Husband
Chapter 85: Can you be my Mister Teddy bear again?

"Sir." I felt him stand behind me.

"J-Just call me D-Dad, my b-boy."

"Dad."

He motioned him to take his hand and I gave him way to stand next to my father.

"Y-You promised me, my b-boy. I want you to take care of my baby even when I'm gone."

"I will, Dad." I looked at him when he nodded and smiled at my father.

"Love her and please don't give up on her no matter what happens. She's is so stubborn but has a soft heart that could easily break."

I really wanted to protest with what my father said about me, but Daniel beat me.

"I promise, I won't give up on her, Dad. I love her and she will be the only woman that I will cherish until my last breath."

"Thank you, son."

And those were his final words before he closed his eyes and followed by the beeping sound of the monitor which was connected to him. "Daddy!"

Steven and I screamed in unison, but my Mom remained calm and hugged him as she sobbed silently. Angie was also there, crying behind my mother.

I also felt Daniel's hand on my waist before he pulled me into a tight hug.

He didn't say anything, he just hugged me and kissed my hair repeatedly.

Seconds later, three nurses entered the room to remove the tubes from my father's pale body.

I couldn't remember how many hours we stayed in the hospital after that painful moment of our lives. I also couldn't remember how we reached our home together with my father's ashes. We didn't do any ceremony at home or even in the chapel as it was my Dad's wish before he died.

Daniel never left my side until we finally reached home and even when I decided to go directly to the music room instead of my room.

"Why don't you take some rest?" He asked me as he sat next to me in front of my old piano.

"I'm fine. I can't believe he's gone." I sighed and tried to move my fingers. "This is the first instrument he gave me when I was eight years old and this is also the first instrument he taught me to play." He wiped the tears that I hadn't notice until he wiped them with his thumb.

"Let's go to your room. You have to take a rest, sweetheart."

I just nodded and stood up to go to my room.

"Are you leaving?"

I asked him when he was about to walk towards the door. He waited for me to lie down on the bed and got up when he thought I was already asleep. "Yes, so you could take rest."

I got up immediately and looked at him.

"Can you stay tonight?" I can't explain why I don't want him to leave. I felt at ease when he is around me.

"Sophia..."

"Please? Even just for tonight?"

"Okay." He sighed and nodded before returning to bed. "Do you have an extra blanket?"

I stared at him, confused.

"Why do you need an extra blanket?"

"Because I will sleep on the couch."

"And who told you to sleep on the couch?" I asked and couldn't help the smile that curled up my lips.

"So where do I go to sleep?"

"Here." I patted the space on the bed.

"Are you sure?" He asked, I know he was just holding his smile. Huh! This silly man.

"Yes, but don't worry, I won't touch any part of your body, Mr. Kelley."

"Ohh... but that is what I want. I want you to touch me, Mrs. Kelley."

"Daniel!" I screamed and threw him a pillow. He just laughed at me when it landed only on the floor.

"I'm just kidding." He picked up the pillow and sat on the side of the bed. "But if you ever change your mind, don't hesitate to wake me up." And he winked at me.

"Shut up and go to sleep!" I said and playfully narrowed my eyes at him.

A few minutes later, we were already lying in bed. I glanced at him and found him staring at the ceiling. I really wanted to hear his voice but I don't know how to start a conversation with him, so I just sighed and faced the side of my bed. But after a few minutes, I returned to my old position.

I felt really frustrated as I didn't know what to do. I really wanted sleep but this fucking drowsiness doesn't want to visit me, and at the same time, I wanted to talk to him but I don't know how to start a conversation with him.

And because it was my third or fourth times to change my sleeping position, I didn't notice that he's watching at my every move.

"Sweetheart, let me remind you, the bed is for sleeping and not for dancing."

"What are you talking about? I am not dancing?"

"Really? How many steps have you already memorized after almost an hour of reversing and changing your sleeping position?"

"Argh! I can't sleep!" I sighed loudly, tapping my forehead.

"Is it because of me?" He turned his whole body, facing me.

"Hmhm..." I nodded, giving him a side glance.

"I can go out if you want."

"No!" I grabbed his hand when he was about to get up. "Please stay!"

We both fell into silence for a few minutes, none of us talking until I remembered something that brought a smile to my lips. "Teddy bear."

His head instantly snapped at me and I bit my lips when he started asking about it.

"What did you say?"

"Hmm? What did I say?"

"You said something."

"Uhm... Teddy bear. Why, do you remember something because of that?" I asked as I turned my body completely to face him. "How about you, do you remember anything about that teddy bear thing?"

"Yup!" I replied popping the letter 'p'. "I remembered one night when I got drunk Mister teddy bear hugged me until I fall asleep." "Ahem! So you're saying a man hugged you that night?"

"Yeah, but he's a stuffed toy." And then I chuckled when he scrunched his face.

"Tss! Stuffed toy!" He whispered but it's enough for me to hear them.

"Can you be my Mister teddy bear again?"

He looked at me, confused but he couldn't hide the smile that wanted to form on his lips.

"So you know it's me?"

I nodded.

"Hmhm... I know the scent of your cologne that even when I'm drunk I know it's you, and I just realized it now."

He said nothing but he lifted his hand caressing my face. I leaned on his touch and asked again my question.

"Can you be my Mister Teddy Bear again... even just for tonight?" I asked again hoping he wouldn't refuse.

But few seconds have passed but I haven't heard any response from him. So even though I felt disappointed, I tried to smile and pretended that I had never asked that stupid question. "Never mind, good night----"

"Come here."

And I was surprised when he spread his arm and put it under my head. I was still in shock when he pulled me closer to him, took my hand and put it behind his back while he encircled his hand around my waist.

"I can always be your Mister Teddy bear, sweetheart."

I closed my eyes and feel the warmth of his lips on my forehead. I could feel the loud beats of his chest but it seems like music to my ears. I inhaled his scent and snuggled myself closer to him which he also did the as he tightened his hold on me.

"Good night, my teddy bear."

I know he smiled as I felt his lips curl up before giving me a lingering kiss on my forehead.

"Good night, sweetheart."