Ikemen Sengoku Tokugawa Ieyasu POV
A little something I had to write just cause... I am angst waiting for his birthday event and getting his robes... >.<
I didn’t even even realized I had said it out loud until I noticed her looking quizzically at me.
“Did you need anything, Ieyasu?” she asks, adorably tilting her head when she looks at me expectantly.
“No... it was nothing,” I replied, looking back down to the letter I was writing before my expression can betray me.
“Okay... Please call me if you need anything,” she said, and he could feel her gentle smile even without having to look at her.
He could see her returning to her sewing work from the corner of his eyes and heaves a sigh of relief.
I return to my previously interrupted train of thought while continuing to write the letter.
I can’t believe yet another year has gone by... I wonder what she is planning this year. Will I get to spend the day with her? Celebrating with the others is not as troublesome as I had thought but... I would want to celebrate it with just her this year... And what will she give me this year? Will she--
Since when have I start looking forward to that day?
My gaze inadvertently fall upon her, so focused on her sewing she did not notice my eyes on her.
Ever since that first time she celebrated for me... when I saw her smile to celebrate my birth into this wretched world... I can feel my love for her bubble up inside me until it completely consumes me.
She stopped midway and I had a rude awakening. Did I just said that out loud?
I watched in horror as she turned her head towards me ever so slowly.
“D-did you just--” she stammers her reply, a blush creeping up her cheeks. Which brought the heat straight to mine.
I just feel my cheeks burning as I avert my gaze. “It’s not like it’s the first time you heard it...” I mumbled, trying to cover up my embarrassment.
After the longest silence I felt her warm hand on my arm.
“Hey Ieyasu?” she said, so softly and so full of love my eyes are on hers before I can stop it.
“I love you too,” she said, blushing with that smile that I have come to adore so very much plastered on her face. The smile that always makes me want to reach out and kiss her.
“Stop saying those sweet things...” I can hear myself say before I leaned forward and steal a kiss from her lips.
Her face turns a shade redder as she stares at me wide-eyed. I burned the image to my memory, feeling my lips tugging into a smile as I do.
How can she capture my heart this much?
But I stop myself. For now at least.
“Stay the night,” I said, not even as a question. And as she nods her head in reply I let myself one last indulgence and run the back of my hand on her cheek before tucking a stray hair behind her ear.
Then I turn my attention back to my letters, now with renewed determination to finish them all as soon as possible. And as I work to finish my tasks for the day, a thought came to mind.
I can’t wait to spend my birthday with you.
