Love Untangled - Chapter 158

Benjamin

The sun was setting and the servants had set the table in the indoor patio.

Jasmine was sitting her wheelchair and I wanted to push her towards our dinner. Jasmine made a disapproving sound when she saw the table that was made beautiful, just for her.

My staff had let all the candle lights we had, it seemed like. I rolled her wheelchair to the head of the table and placed a napkin on her lap. Then I adjusted her IV and kissed her cheek.

It was already late, but we weren’t really hungry before. Jazz looked at the candle lights again and I sensed that she felt uncomfortable with them.

“I think they meant well.” I swiftly smiled. And started blowing out the candles. The smoke of the dying candles made Jasmine cough, causing the doctors to be alarmed.

Before I knew it, the whole room was filled with nurses and the doctor came running as well.

He wheeled her out of the room. I hit myself on the head. “I-” I said to the nurse. “It’s alright.” The nurse padded on my back and quickly curtsied.

I smiled at that.

I walked towards the hospital area my grandfather had equipped this yacht with. Yasmine was on the nebulizer.

“I’m sorry.” I said as soon as I entered the room. Jasmine looked at me with glassy eyes.

“The princess will be fine.” The doctor assured me.

“It was stupid.” I said as I ran my hand through my hair. “That it was.” The doctor smiled at me.

After a while Jasmine was done. “If your grace’s are still up to it, we have set a table on deck.” One of the servants said. I looked at Jasmine and she nodded.

Both of us went back up. It was dark outside. “The stars.” Jasmine mouthed. “They are pretty aren’t they?” I asked her.

“Yes.” She breathed. “I am… I have arranged something.” I told her. Jasmine skeptically looked and me and then back at our dinner table. “I am glad it is not more candles.” She said coldly. That stinged a little, but I had to keep in mind that she did not want to hurt me.

“No…” I tried to smile. “No candles.” But let’s eat first.” I said.

We were eating a mixed sea dish and I hardly realized how hunger I was before. I gobbled up my food. We were both silent the whole time we ate.

I was glad when, what I assumed was the artist, approached us. “Good evening princess, good evening your majesty.” He greeted us.

“I am humbled that you have thought of me to help you draw up the portraits.” He said spoiling my secret.

I nervously looked at Jasmine, because I did not check with her if this is what she wanted.  I suddenly felt stupid for not doing so.

“Well uhm.. Habib.. I notices that you were drawing…” I said hesitantly. “Well…. I think our twins… and uhm… well… yeah.. I uhm… thought that… you well… maybe wanted some help.” I shrieked.

“Why would you assume that?” she said bitterly. I had a hard time swallowing. “Well I don’t know really.” I said waving my hand through my hair.

“It’s just that… I thought that you had a clear picture in your head of what they would look like and I… I don’t know… I thought that you… ” I sighed.

“It is not what they would of looked like, but what they do look like. ” She snapped at me. I just let her rage on me… I did not deserve anything less.. if only she knew how badly I deserved her anger.

“And what do they look like?” The artist asked charismatically. He was tall and blond. The man wore a goofy hat and seemed quit the charmer.

Jasmine took the bait, so I what not so bothered by the way he went to sit close to by wife, with his hand on the table, supporting his chin to gaze at her.

Jasmine looked at me and I felt like I was unwelcome.

“I uhm… ” I stumbled on my words. “I will take a bath.” I told the both of them. “I believe you are in good hands.” I said, looking at Jasmine.

I went to our suite and laid on the bed. How the hell was I ever going to fix everything between us? Would we ever be happy again?

I needed to hold on to hope…

Jasmine

“They have the same hair as I do….” I told the stranger in front of me. “Jacob he uhm..” I started to smile. “He has fluffy blond curls and the cutest smile.” I said. “I can imagine that.” The artist called Pablo said. “If the even hold one percent of your beauty they would be abselutly perfect.” He smiled at me.

“Jacob look more like his father though…” I said opening up to him. “He has the same dimple in his cheeks when he smiled and his eyes are hazel, the same color as his dad.” I told him.

“And what shape was his face?” He asked me. The man started drawing different shapes of faces. “No.. it’s more like…” I said and took the pencil Pablo held and accidently touched his hand. “Sorry.” I offered.

“Do not apologize your highness.” He smiled sheepishly. “Not every man can say the he has been touched by a Saudi princess.” He smiled.

I quiet chuckled at his boldness. “It’s more like this….” I said drawing Jacobs little face. Then I slipped up a little and I groaned.

“I am sorry… I am no artist.” I said and deeply sighed.

“I believe that you have more talent than you think… if only you would give yourself some time to practice.” He said and drew the exact shape of head.

“Yes!” I breathed with enthusiasm. “Like that!”

“And his hair is like.. a little messy… but really cute. It hangs a little just before his eyes.” I mumbled.

Pablo just smiled at me. “What?!” I frowned with a hint of a smile. “I have never seen such a passionate princess before…” He said with tightened eyes.

“Not that I have ever met a princess before now anyway.” I charmed.

“Jacob has smaller eyes than eye have… and the stand a little closer to each other as well. He has this same pointy nose as Benjamin really…” I said thinking of my son. “And the same set of eyebrows… really thick…” I laughed at the thought.

When I looked at the paper, my heart almost stopped. “How do you do that?!” I breathed. The man looked at me and warmly smiled. “I just listen to what you tell me.” He said not surprised that it totally looked like my son.

“You talked about a dimple in his cheeks when he smiled…” Pablo went on.

Benjamin

My phone rang and I did not look at who it was. “Benjamin.” I simply said. “Ben.” Saphira breathed.

I was silent… I did not really know what to do. I wanted to immediately hang up the phone, but Saphira did not deserve that.

“Hi Saph.” I said. “I miss you…” She quietly said. I pinched my eyes shut. “Saph… I… I don’t think it is a good idea that you are calling me right now.” I honestly told her. “I mean… I am on my honeymoon.” I shrieked.

“I know…” I heard Saph say. She seemed said. “I do not wish to hurt you further, because I know I have… and I want to be a good man to Jasmine.” I stated.

It was silent for a while. “I can not live without you.” Saphira admitted. “We have to.” I needed her to understand.

“Tell me that you can live without me then.” She dared me. “Do not do this to me.” I pleaded. “It should not be hard for you to say.” She pressed further.

“Fine Saph…” I sighed. “I. CAN. LIVE. WITHOUT YOU.” I announced. “Alright, tell me that you WANT to live without me.” She said stubbornly.

“That is stupid.” I told her. “Denying that you love me.” She said. “That.” She said dragging the word. “Is really really stupid.”

I looked out the window. I saw nothing but ocean and shores further away. “I want to live my life with my wife.” I stated, trying to get through to her. Yes I would always love her. I was not heartless, but I loved no one like I loved Jasmine.

“Are you sure?” She breathed. “Yes.” I replied. “So I am free to marry?” She asked me. She knew that this was the sensitive spot. I ran my hand through my hair.

I need to let her go completely if I wanted to be a devoted husband to my wife. Any possibility of Saphira needed to be gone… That meant that she would one day marry… that was of course inevitable.

“Sure.” I told her.

“Goodbye Ben..” Saph Said.