Gabrielle slept quite well. It was dark out and the room was only illuminated by the measly light emanating from the bedside lamp. Despite the somber mood that the darkness usually brought about, Gabrielle was welcomed by the brightness of her mood when she woke up. She felt spectacular.
Westley was long gone when Gabrielle had awoken from her slumber. He had promised to sleep with her. Gabrielle assumed that he left after she had fallen asleep.
She shook the sleepiness out of her body, got out of bed, and turned the lights on. With steps as light as a feather, Gabrielle traversed the path to the bathroom.
After washing up, the intense, masculine figure that could only be brought to justice by Westley, filled the doorway leading to the loo.
"You're one big, fat liar!" Her words reflected the disdain in her heart. Gabrielle rolled her eyes and said, "You're such a liar."
Westley's only intention was to wake her up. But alas, he was welcomed by her hasty accusation. He couldn't help but wonder what made her feel that way.
"What are you talking about? How am I a liar? Why are you trying to put me in the wrong like this?" Westley inquired, holding her hand.
"How dare you say I did you wrong! You promised to sleep with me. When I woke up, your side of the bed was empty!" Gabrielle did not take her hand away from his tight grip. Instead, she stared at her husband intently as her face donned a furious look.
Her words amused Westley deeply. He couldn't help himself from bursting into laughter because of how adorable his wife was acting.
"Gabrielle, I am a man of my words. I didn't lie. I slept next to you for an entire hour. I only left to make dinner," Westley answered.
"You should've woken me up. You didn't!" Gabrielle muttered, putting the blame on him.
"Please don't be upset. You were sleeping so soundly. I didn't have it in my heart to wake you up. Besides, you've been so exhausted these past couple of days and you haven't been sleeping well. Are you feeling better now?" Westley asked as he caressed her lovely face.
As if on cue, Gabrielle nodded obediently. "Yeah, I fell loads better. After all, I slept for quite some time. Have Wilson and Bonnie arrived?"
"Yes, they just got here. Dinner is ready. Bonnie and Michelle are making dessert." Westley held her hand as they descended the stairs.
Chatting on the sofa were Wilson and Remy. They greeted the couple with a smile the moment they saw the two of them alight the stairs.
"Wilson!" Gabrielle excitedly exclaimed. Her voice was as sweet as sugar.
"Gabrielle… Come join Bonnie and I in the kitchen!" The sound of Michelle's voice reverberated from the kitchen.
Before leaving, Gabrielle glanced at Westley.
"You guys are here early. I'm sorry I was asleep while you were baking. Don't worry, I'll help you out now," Gabrielle offered.
"Of course, come here you! We're a family. Food will be more delicious if we make it together. Thank you for working so hard. Go get some rest. We're almost finished anyway." Bonnie smiled.
She didn't want Gabrielle to waste her energy helping them out.
"I'm sure I've had plenty of rest. I want to help. Let me know what I can do," Gabrielle replied s
incerely.
"Well, if you insist. You can brew a pot of coffee for us. We've had some rave reviews from Remy about your coffee," Bonnie said.
It was nothing but a simple task for Gabrielle.
Making coffee was her passion. It was why she was so great at it.
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