Chapter Fifty-One: Angel in My World:

To be honest, I didn’t care about the war. Let that be someone else’s problem. It wasn’t mine anyway. God seemed to be handling it rather well. They didn’t need me. I was just happy to be with my family. Maybe that was why it led to more problems in the future.

By that time, the war had been going on for close to three years. That morning was one of the rare calmer moments in our marriage. My wife was still asleep that morning. I reached forward and caressed her cheek. She had gotten used to being a mom. Maybe we could have another one?

I drew back hand when I saw her face twitch. Oh. Don’t want to wake her up yet. I am just enjoying this moment with her. I really do want another child. Madonna isn’t too keen on that. I will have to return her back to Heaven soon. I couldn’t have that. Yet, there was only one way to keep her here.

My attention came back to reality when I noticed Madonna waking up. I smiled as she opened her eyes.

“Good morning,” I whispered.

“Morning,” she said back. I kissed her on the forehead.

“You are so beautiful,” I said. Madonna blushed. I pulled her into my arms. I loved these types of mornings. I’ve learned how to make the most of them. I disconnected the phones in the major bedroom. No on comes by my room to deliver messages. Beelzebub has to be the one to take them. (He complains that he’s not getting paid enough. Sorry, pal. I might work something out when this war is over.)

“So what are you planning to do today?” I asked. My wife shook her head.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“You know something,” I said after some thought. “I don’t feel like doing anything either.” I took hold of her hand.

“Let’s spend the day in bed,” I said. Madonna wrinkled her nose.

“What?” I asked.

“Don’t you have to work today?” she asked. I smiled and shook my head.

“It’s fine,” I said. “They don’t really need me. Let them sort out their silly war.” I noticed her frowning at me.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s not some silly war,” Madonna said. “The humans are dying up here. They had homes and families waiting for them.”

“I understand that,” I said. She rested her head against my chest.

“When will this war end?” the woman asked.

“I have no idea,” I said. Part of me didn’t want it to end. If the war didn’t end, my wife and sons could stay with me forever. But then, my kingdom would be overworked, and things would go to waste.

“Please,” I pleaded. “I need this. I’m tired of it all. Just one day with you and I in this bed. No messages or work. Please?” I pouted at her. Madonna frowned and shook her head.

“Fine,” she mumbled. I smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

“I love you so much,” I said. For now, I would put off talking about babies. I just managed to get her to stay in for the morning. I vowed to make this worth our while.

Suddenly, the doors ripped wide open.

“My lord!” one of subjects shouted. “You have to come down to the main office.” I frowned as I sat up straight in bed.

“What are you doing here?!” I snapped. “I told you to take the messages to Beelzebub. Where the hell is he?!” The subject looked down at his feet.

“It’s really bad,” he said. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

“Can’t it wait?” I asked.

“No!” the subject shouted. I threw back my head and groaned. Madonna rubbed on my shoulder. I turned to her.

“Go,” she said. I had a hurt look on my face.

“But…” I said. She put her hand on my chest.

“It’s okay,” Madonna said. “We’ll spend the rest of the day together when you get back.” She rested her head against my chest. She ran her finger in small circles. I sighed and shook my head.

“Fine,” I muttered. I reluctantly pull away from her grip. There went my morning plans. I walked over to the wardrobe and got dressed. I vowed to myself that I was going to make this as quick as possible. After I got dressed, I took one more look at my wife. She watched me from our bed. My subject was already in the hallway. I had to force myself to smile.

“I’ll be right back,” I said.

“Take care,” Madonna said back. I bowed my head and walked out of the room.