Page 21 of Resisting Fate

I turn on some music on my phone and look in the fridge for something to eat. There’s lots of choices here, so I grab some bacon, eggs, and look around the pantry to find potatoes and bread to make hashbrowns and toast.

One of the things I love is a good, filling breakfast.

I drink my first cup of coffee while I cook and feel a sense of peace come over me.

When everything is close to being done, I feel Isaac as he walks into the room. He looks dishevelled. His hair is all over the place and his eyes are half open with sleep.

“Morning baby,” he rasps, his voice thick with sleep.

A shiver runs through my body. Judging by the small smile he gives me; I can tell he noticed.

“I decided to cook for you today, since you did for me yesterday,” I tell him.

“You didn’t need to do that. I don’t mind cooking for you,” he says.

I shake my head with a smile on my face. “I don’t mind. I love to cook.”

We take a seat at the island in the kitchen, and the silence isn’t awkward as we eat.

“Is there anything you want to do while we are in our bubble?” Isaac asks after he finishes eating.

“Well, the whole point is to get to know each other, so I think we should just spend time together. Besides stalking me, what else do you do?” I tease.

“Other than fixing up my house, there isn’t much I do. As I told you, I don’t really have any hobbies,” he says.

“Well let’s find some hobbies then,” I say with a smile.

Earlier, Isaac had showed me what was inside his closet in the master bedroom. To my surprise, there were some clothes there for me. I smile thinking about the blush that came over him. He had bought clothes and toiletries for me. They were my size and the types of products I used. When I gave him a questioning look, he admitted to asking Penelope and Ryker for help.

I can admit that was very sweet of him to do. I never had someone care enough to bring me what I needed or pay attention to small details that bring me joy.

There were a couple of bikinis in the closet for me. I was nervous to show skin since I had never been comfortable wearing one; I usually wore a top and shorts when I went swimming.

Isaac wasn’t having any of that. He said it was only going to be us, so the only one to see me like that would be him.

Didn’t he see that made me more nervous?

He had made negative comments about my body in the past, and although he told me that wasn’t what he really thought, being that bare in front of him still made me feel self-conscious.

I told Isaac that I would meet him at the pool after I got ready.

I take one last look at myself in the mirror, taking in the bright red and white polka dot bikini.

I didn’t look that bad in it. My breasts were definitely looking huge in it, but I had always had big breasts. My ass was also a decent size; it didn’t look half bad in it. I looked at my stomach and cringed. I was a little bit bigger than other women. My stomach was soft, and I had a bit of a belly. It was one of the things I hated about myself, but I needed to do this. I had to know what he really thought. I had to know if he really did care about the extra weight I carried.

I wrap a huge towel around myself and take a deep breath before leaving the bathroom. I make my way through the house with my nervousness increasing the closer I get to the patio doors that lead to the pool.

I stop in the doorway and swallow hard.

Isaac is standing there with bright blue swimming trunks on. The abs and muscle definition on him are something else. Seriously, does he have to look this good?

I feel like I can’t even compare when I take him in.

He smiles when he sees me, and my breath catches in my throat at the happiness in his eyes just from seeing me.

Haven’t I always longed for someone to look at me that way?

“Come on, baby; the water’s perfect,” he says, holding his hand out for me.

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