Tm2
“I know I know,” I stop him. He laughs.
Tlike what you’re wearing,” he steps up behind me
His hands land on my waist where my hot pink belt holds up my black and white striped jeans. His thumbs graze my bare skin between the waistline and the hem of my crop top. His nose nudges the back my neck. My body reacts violently to his touch. More and more as of late
“What is this down your back?” he asks gently touching down my spine.
“Planetary alignment,” I whisper,
I take a random T–shirt off the hanger and hold it out to him. It has a picture of Sally on the front. That was a good panic pick I dodge his second advancement and go for the jeans. I take a pair of dark straight jeans that match my son’s and hold it out for him. I take a hoodie and a pair of sneakers off the wall and turn around to find him removing his clothes without taking his eyes off me.
I could be weird and shy away from this but there is no way I am going to be the only one who suffers this. I unzip his hoodie and slip it on before taking a seat on the armchair in the middle of the room. I meet his challenge head–on and watch him slowly strip out of his clothes. I don’t hide the fact that I am enjoying his show and seem to be just as affected
as I am.
“Stop.”
I put my hand up when he pulls the jeans on. I look around and find his belts. I take a couple of them at random and walk right up to him. The low rumble in his chest that greets me when I take a knee in front of him almost makes me regret this. I hold one belt up and then the second before looking up at him
“Angel-”
“Shh, I hush him and reach for the black belt buckle. I loop it into his jeans and move all the way around him without touching. I fix the belt and stop in front of him again. I meet his stare as I link both ends tightly. “That feel good?”
“What?” he chokes out.
“Is it too tight?” I ask and tug on the belt. He swallows and looks away before shaking his head. “The shirt,”
“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath and slips the shirt on. I take one of the other hoodies and a hat. He takes them when I hold them up..
“Shoes,” I point at them. He kicks off his boots and swaps them for the sneakers.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he says when we’re going down the stairs.
“I can’t wait to see what you dish out, Nate
I laugh and break into a jog when he growls at me. This is so much fun. I feel like I’m not prepared to taunt the big scary alpha, but the fact that he reacts to me this way just fills me with joy.
I make sure everything for today is good. Diaper bag, tickets, money, water bottles. Their extra clothes and my favorite double stroller for their nap time later. Aizen’s headphones in case he gets a little overstimulated and their tablets. We’re good.
“Ready?” Maria asks me when she finds me moving things around in the trunk. “We’re going in our own car,”
“Okay,” I nod.
I make sure there’s plenty of room in case the twins get carried away at the gift shops. This is the first time I go to Disneyland myself. The first time I’ve stopped to do something this fun for us. I might get carried away myself. I am so excited
“I love these pictures, Mommy” Ayrie says holding up my camera. I take it and put it in the front seat so I can secure her into the car seat properly. “D.A.D. beat you,”
“Yes, he did,” I agree.
She looks so stinking cute in her little baby blue fairy dress. I used the original Alice dress and just made it more her pretty princess style with tulle and sparkles. The black ¦
‘I look cute?”
aighten it and smile.
Successfully unlocked!
“You look the cutest” I nod. Her smile turns into a huge grin.
“Thank you, Mommy. I get kiss?”
“Always.” I lean in and kiss her head. I check the child lock and shut her in to go around and secure Aizen.
“Can I have my tablet?” he asks
“Just for a little while. I don’t want you to play on it when we get to the park”
I’m scared,” he whispers.
“Of what?”
“You’re gonna get on the roller coaster with me, right?” he asks worriedly
“You don’t want to ride on them on with your D.A.D.7
“No,” he shakes his head. “He’s gonna ride with Ayrie. He’s bigger, so he doesn’t have to be scared,”
“Okay,” I swallow back my own nervousness. “We can go together,”
“Thank you, Mommy,” he says and takes the tablet when I offer it to him.
“Guess we’re both getting on the rides together,” Knightly smirks when I get into the passenger seat. I press my together and glare at him.
“I guess,” I roll my eyes.
“You three are going to drive me crazy with those eye rolls. Did you see them do it at the same time? That is the ultimate” reach out to stop him from cursing. He mumbles fuck you under my hands.
“No bad words. Ayrie gets rich with the swear jar,”
“You have a swear jar?” he laughs.
“I do. Her teacher made her get me one,” I roll my eyes.
“Angel, I curse to hell and back,”
“Well, prepare to go broke by the time she learns it’s essential to survive in our world,” I laugh.
“Fuck,” he tries to say under his breath.
“Daddy, that’s a dollar in the swear jar,” Ayrie giggles. “Mommy, D.A.D. said the badest word,”
“I know. He says it a lot,”
“That means all the snacks!” she beams. “Icy, Daddy is going to say all the bad words for snacks,”
“Shh, Ayrie. I’m playing Minecraft,” he waves her off. “You’re so loud,”
I hold my hand out stopping the toy she throws at him.
“Hey,” I turn around to glare at her. She covers her mouth and giggles. “Apologize,”
“Sorry, Icy,” she sighs like it’s the worst thing that could hap
“You didn’t even mean it,”
“He told me shh,” she holds her hand out accusingly.
“You didn’t have to throw the toy at him,”
“Can I have my tablet?” she asks rolling her eyes. “Please,”
“And with that, I think you’ve been dismissed, Angel,” Knightly laughs. “She’s like a little mini you. I love it,”
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