CHAPTER651
I forget that Arrick used to help at his mom’s rehabilitation center for damaged kids and has insight I often forget he has. He knows about this kind of thing from working with her and seeing it from other kids. All locked in that sensitive brain of his that forgets nothing.
“I don’t know… I think it’s hormones or tiredness. I didn’t sleep much last night.”
“Yeah, I know.” He says it in mock jest and frowns at me, forcing me to break my tears with a genuine smile. Reminding me of my Diva self and how much he puts up with.
“I’m sorry that I’m being a nightmare.” I sniff back the emotion and start to get a grip on myself again once more. I have done this so many times this week that I don’t think tears have that much of an effect on him anymore. I think he has accepted that this pregnancy means I cry forty times an hour, as standard.
“I can handle it… Just, maybe we need some sort of signal. If I think I may be about to blow my top I’ll leave the room and go stand naked on the balcony or something, to cool down.” He winks at me.
“I don’t think that would encourage me to stay away from you really.” I giggle at the visual, imagining it would only make me follow him and harass him all the more and he smiles
“I know you can’t help feeling like this… Being like this. Thank god pregnancy isn’t a major long-term thing and it’s all temporary.” He grins this time and I sucker punch him in the abs with a little bit of mock rage.
“I think nine months is hugely long… You get to escape it remember. I don’t.” I sigh in defeat at that thought but he runs his fingers through my hair and cups my face, so he can bring me close once more.
“Phases… There will be other phases, other up and down sides to this. We can handle it. Just, you know, eat the pie when I bring it home after walking the streets for almost two hours searching for it.” That little smirk has me grinning
“I don’t even like lemons… Or meringue.” I admit shamelessly, and he screws his face up in a weird way that sort of says ‘I might get away with strangling you on an insanity plea’.
“I’ll remember that in the future.” He sighs defeatedly.
“Maybe, you need to learn to dismiss some of my demands as crazy and, you know, ignore them?” I offer as a way of giving my boy a break, but the frown only deepens, and he pushes his forehead to mine
“Because that will work… You do remember me telling you to wait ten minutes for pancakes, yesterday right? Because I was taking a shower… Tears, the launching of many an item at me for being ‘insensitive’ to your needs before you sobbed on my lap and offered me a blow job.” He raises his brows and I grimace a little in guilt and shame and look away with a little scrunched up face of knowing fine well I did behave like that. I was really, really, hungry and then you know, face on his lap I got a little horny too.
“Yeaaaahhhh” I have no answer to that.
“I have learned the art of counting to ten… It works. Sometimes.” He kisses me gently and I surrender to it; there hasn’t been much full on making out this past week and I sag as he lets our mouths entwine, gentle teasing of lips and tongue. Arrick is still the most amazing kisser in the world and I can feel my body heating up with yearning as I pull away. Crazily horny in a nanosecond. Another side effect to incubating a human.
“If you do that, I may maul you.” I breathe hard and he breaks into a smile.
“Maybe I should think about some slow gentle foreplay and see it if improves your cray cray… Lack of it cannot be helping.” He circles his temple jokingly and gets another slap to the abs.
“How one guy can both seduce, and anger a woman, in one sentence, is beyond me.” I giggle at his flinch.
“Go… Your bath is probably cold; maybe a shower is a better idea seeing as you now have Spiderman’s sense of smell. I have some emails and calls to make, then we can figure out our plans for the day and I’ll book a table for dinner somewhere cozy.” He pushes me towards the bathroom with a gentle smack on my ass and I turn to him when I get to the bedroom door.
“I do love you; you know… A lot. I appreciate all you do, even when I am being a Princess.” I smile shyly at him and he smiles back. That sexy half smile with full dimples and hints of green overtaking those eyes. He still as cute and gorgeous as he has always been, it never wears off or gets old.
“Glad to hear it… Now go, I’ll book us a table somewhere that has no weird smells, no bright lights, house music, cheese on the menu, or anything garlic infused.”
I eyeroll at his hint of sarcasm and stick my tongue out.
“You forgot no lemons.” I add with a hair flick and he throws a dish cloth after me as I head for the bathroom."
