Ford
God, I feel fucking awesome.
We’re headed back to the hut. That story is still bothering me some. It hit too close to home.
I shake off the ominous feeling still resonating within me even after the story ended.
In the hut, I look at Adelaide.
“You mind if we push the cots together?” I ask.
“Why would we do that?”
I smirk at her.
“Because I’ve had my hands all over that sexy body of yours and would like to keep it near me in the night, in case I get the urge to reacquaint myself with it.”
She blushes and gives a sweet smile of pleasure.
“Oh, I see.” She considers my request for what seems like forever. “Okay,” she concedes eventually.
I go to retrieve my cot. It gives a thunk as I lay it on the floor and a slight screech as I slide it right up alongside hers.
Yeah, this is going to work out perfectly. Although, with her lying within arm’s reach with those delectable curves, this may not be the smartest plan if I want to ever get any decent sleep.
And there’s still the story that haunts me and throws a shadow over what so far has been fucking awesome.
The sleep deprivation will be worth it.
Besides, the closer she is, the more effective I’ll be in protecting her.
You know—what I’m actually here to do: my damn job.
Story or no story.
I sigh silently to myself.
We both go through our own routines of getting ready for bed. We change into pajamas and brush our teeth.
I check to make sure the hut is secured before getting into my cot, and she briefly logs her day into her journal.
Soon, we’re both lying down in the pitch-black hut with only the sounds of nature outside the windows tearing up the silence.
Bugs buzz through the air and chirp as they sing to each other.
At one point, I hear the faint sounds of lions chuffing in the distant. It’s barely audible, so I know we’re safe.
Oddly enough, the noise is very soothing. It’s completely different from the nightly noise that fills the city back home.
There, the noise at night is grating and loud.
Even though I’m exhausted, I’m having a hard time falling asleep.
Soon, I hear Adelaide’s breathing change into the light breathing of someone who has fallen into a deep sleep.
It’s a lullaby of some sorts for me.
A lullaby that eventually lulls me to sleep.
The next moment, I jolt and wake up from a nightmare.
I’m drenched in sweat, and I’m breathing as if I just ran a marathon.
Fuck.
I’ve had that same bloody nightmare several times, and each time, I wake up right as I pull the trigger.
It’s more of a memory than a dream.
A memory that has been stuck with me for years.
It’s the memory of my first mission out in the field for the CIA. I had a target and thought I was prepared mentally for what that entailed.
The mission went to crap, and an innocent man died because of me.
I take in a deep breath to help calm my racing heart.
I roll towards Adelaide, hoping her presence would calm me down and bring me firmly back to the present.
The cot shifts. I underestimate the distance between me and her.
A gap between the two cots forms, and I fall to the floor with a large thump.
“Son of a bitch,” I growl.
I see her face come into view above me as she leans over the cot.
She giggles.
“Oh, how the mighty have fallen,” she replies through her giggling. “The floor more comfortable there for you, Ford?”
I grunt as I sit up.
“Not funny, Adelaide.”
“I would disagree with you there. You should’ve seen yourself.”
“I don’t need to see myself. I was the one who ended up on the floor.”
She ignores me and continues to talk. “Arms flailing and your face all scrunched up in anger as if it’s the cot’s fault.”
She’s laughing in hysterics and reenacting the scene now.
I glare at her.
“Thump! Ahhh! Son of a bitch!” she says in a deep voice, mimicking me as she flails her arms around like a damn jellyfish.
I stand up fully and look down at her.
“Are you done yet?” I ask her.
“I guess so, Mr. Grumpy Pants.”
Jesus, did she really just call me that?
I ignore her. I roughly push the cot back toward hers and plop my ass back in bed, my back facing her.
I hear her let loose a random giggle here and there until she finally falls back asleep.
With her asleep, I let her breathing wash over me again until I drift to sleep alongside her.
The next day, I go through my daily check of the village to make sure everything is alright and that there are no threats.
As I walk around, some of the women make me stop, wanting to talk.
“Hello ya mume,” they all state before telling me the news around the village.
I don’t know what the hell they’re calling me, but I just go with it.
As I continue, more and more of the women are calling me by the same name.
I become curious on what it means.
I look for Adelaide once I’ve finished my rounds.
She’s checking a patient who has a rash.
“Is he going to be alright?” I ask after they were finished.
She nods. “Yes. It’s nothing serious. He just needs to put the cortisol cream as I directed him and he’ll be good as new. Everything still safe and sound in the village?”
She’s smirking at her last statement.
She may not think my rounds are all too important, but she’s also a little clueless that there are assholes out there that would be more than happy to use her for a nice, big ransom.
“Everything is fine.”
I think about how all the women kept calling me ‘ya mume’ and decide to ask her about it.
“What does ‘ya mume’ mean in Swahili?”
She stops what she’s doing and looks at me.
“Why do you ask?”
“It’s just…the women in the village today kept calling me that, and I can’t figure it out. I figured you would know.”
A bright red blush appears on her cheeks, and she gives a small smile.
“They’re just messing with you, Ford. It’s just a joke they’re playing on the new guy in town.”
“Even still, what does it mean, Adelaide? If I’m the butt of a joke, I should know what the heck they’re making fun of me for.”
“I wouldn’t be bothered with it,” she answers as she continues to blush.
It must mean something embarrassing if she won’t tell me and keeps blushing like a fool.
“Adelaide, what are they calling me?”
She hesitates for a brief moment.
“Fine. It means The Husband in Swahili,” she explains.
I stare at her.
Why would they be calling me that all of a sudden? Is it because I’ve been hanging around Adelaide so much?
Some of them have seen the flirtatious banters we’ve had.
Still. What man wouldn’t flirt with her?
“Why are they calling me The Husband all of a sudden?”
“It’s not a big deal, Ford. Like I said, it’s just a joke.”
She turns away from me to continue what she was doing before I asked her about the so- called-joke.
I have to admit, even if I don’t know why they’re calling me ya mume all of a sudden, my chest puffs out a little.
Adelaide is mine, and the village women recognize that.
Hell yeah, they can keep calling me The Husband.
Adelaide sure seems happy with that name as well.
She may be blushing, but her smile and the way her eyes light up tell me all I need to know.
Adelaide is definitely pleased with the name the village has given me.
I smile a little to myself. With the happiness, though, comes the logic to ruin it.
Being with Adelaide seems too good to be true.
No way can a woman like her be okay with the shit I’ve done in my past.
Add on the fact that anyone I come to care about dies and there isn’t a logical woman out there who would be willing to stick with me.
Hell, I wouldn’t even choose to be with me, but I’ve got no fucking choice.
Plus, what’s going to happen when her tour here is done?
The happy bubble we’re in right now won’t last long. A guy like me doesn’t belong with a woman like her once we go back home.
I also have a job that requires me to put my life on the line constantly to protect my charges.
She has her own career she’s fully dedicated to at the moment, and that doesn’t appear to be changing or slowing down any time soon.
In reality, Adelaide and I would be the most unlikely couple to last once my job as her bodyguard ends and her job here with Doctors Without Borders ends.
If I were a betting man, I wouldn’t be inclined to bet on us.
Fuck!
I stomp out of the room to get away from Adelaide. I can’t risk getting closer to her, and I sure as hell can’t risk her getting too attached to me.
I have a job to do. I’m her bodyguard, and that’s all I can be.