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My mouth falls open. "You did not just call me that."
"Who are you running around calling honey and babe?" He tosses it back at me. I almost laugh that that’s what he’s focusing on when we are having this conversation.
"You act like I'm running all over the city shouting it."
"Now that will earn you another spanking, which you won't cop to admitting you enjoyed." I press my lips together, making it clear I'm not responding to that. "That's okay, wife." I'm pretty sure that's his new nickname for me. "Your pussy made it clear how much you enjoyed it."
I reach over and grab a pillow and nail him right in the face with it. It messes up his hair a little. A wicked smile crosses his handsome face. Oh noes.
"Is this your way of asking for another?"
"No!” Maybe? I don't know, but I'm smiling. This is the happiest I’ve felt in a really long time. Maybe even ever, if I’m being honest. He tugs the wrist that he's still holding, making me fall into him.
Blake's fingers tangle into my hair as he leans down and claims my mouth in a hard kiss. When he lifts his head, I suck in a deep breath, having lost mine.
"I called you honey when you started calling me Bear." It takes me a second.
"Bears love honey," I whisper. "Wait, I mean, like. Not like you love me or whatever. You know?"
"You keep saying I know, but I don't."
"I know." I can't stop the smirk that forms on my lips, but it doesn't matter because Blake kisses it.
“Are you hungry?”
“I could eat.”
"Come," he tells me, but he's already tugging me off the bed and leading me back toward the kitchen.
"You're bossy."
"Some things never change."
"I don't recall you being bossy with me." Now others, yes. He had his moments, and back then I was more than happy to oblige. I always wanted to please him or get a smile. Following the small orders he would give me felt intrinsically different from the ones from my parents—or anyone else, for that matter.
"You're different." He pulls out one of the chairs at the kitchen island.
"You sit; I want to cook dinner." He pauses. "Please." I peek up at him through my lashes, and for a brief second, I flash back to our childhood and me talking him into something. He had often caved for me.
"You know it's hard for me to tell you no." His face softens, a rarity. It makes him appear younger, more his age. Blake was always dressing in slacks and a button-up, even as a teen.
"I'm remembering." Have I pushed a lot of our memories to the back of my mind to make it easier to try and move on from him? To tell myself he wasn't all I'd made him up to be in myhead? “Are you good with pasta?” I know we have the stuff for that.
“I’m good with anything you make me. I enjoyed the appetizer." I pause, turning back to him from the refrigerator. What is he talking about?
“The—” Then it hits me. “Blake!” I hiss his name.
A full smile takes over his face. I’m sure mine is cherry red at this point.
"You're terrible." I turn back to the refrigerator to hide my smile, feeling lighter than I have in years.
Chapter Ten
BLAKE
This time while I watch her sleep, I get to do it while being next to her in bed. I was a dumbass for not clearing the air and talking things out with her sooner. We haven't hashed it all out, but enough was said for last night. I could tell it was a lot for her to take in, for both of us really.
Once she started dinner, we fell into easy conversation that ventured away from our parents and how we came to be married. We both wanted to put it to the side, but fuck, it was nice simply having dinner together and then watching a few of her terrible shows. Ones that I got too invested in and asked her a million and one questions about.
