The Best Medicine

Nico found me there leaning against the door having no strength in my legs. He swept me off my feet into his arms.

“What happened?” A deep frown furrowed between his brows. “Did he hurt you?”

I shook my head. “I hurt him.” I burrowed my head in his chest crying my heart out.

“Darina…” Nico carried me to the couch and while he still held me stroked my back, murmuring my name over and over.

I lifted my teary face to him. “I slapped him, Nico. My own father. He must hate me now.”

Nico’s fingers gently swept the tears from my cheeks. “Fatita, if he loves you, and I know he does, he will forgive you.” he pulled my face to his and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. He rocked me in his arms like a child until my sobs subsided and I closed my eyes taking in his musky scent that comforted me.

“Better?” He lifted my chin. “Come. I know what will make you feel better.”

He took me to the kitchen. The kitchen staff were busy preparing dinner, bustling about. They greeted us, smiling. My eyes met