The Lust Of Love

The Love of a Boyfriend

She was dead weight in my arms. I hated seeing her like this, knowing she felt like shit. I placed her on my bed and went about removing her dress, bra, and panties. I dressed her in a pair of my boxer shorts and a T-shirt. My oversized shirt. Maybe it would make her feel better.

She curled into a ball in the center of my bed. "Babe . . ." Her arm failed out, her hand searching for me in a grabby motion.

"I'm right here, baby." I gripped her hand, sliding my fingers between hers. "Shh. I've got you."

"My head hurts," she said with her cracked voice .

"I Let you get settled." I then shifted her so that she was positioned higher up on the mattress and slid a pillow underneath her head, then I pulled the comforter around her. "How's that?" I said.

She didn't answer right away, and I was wondering if she'd passed out.

"You saw me throw up ." She said.

I suppressed a chuckle. "You were sick, babe. I wanted to take care of you."

"I'm s-sorry. . . ." she groaned.

"It's okay, babe. Just rest, okay?" I smoothed the hair back from her face. She looked so sweet, so vulnerable, passed out drunk against my pillow, dressed in my Oversized shirt. I continued just watching her, caressing her cheek and tucking her hair behind her ear.

She mumbled something unintelligible. "Babe. . ." she groaned.

Shit. I was about to lift her up and carry her back to the bathroom just in case she was going to be sick again. "Yeah, baby?"

She then pouted, her bottom lip jutting out like she might cry. "She looked really pretty . . . she had a cute tummy. . . ."

What? "Said Sophie.

Oh.

Pregnant Fiona? "She Said.

Her eyebrow crinkled in concentration as she fought sleep. "She's having a . . . a b-baby, and it might be your baby, right, Babe ?"

"Then I replied with" . "I don't think it's my baby." I choked on the words. Are We were seriously discussing this now? I almost considered letting her sleep but I was too curious to hear what else she might say.

"Me and you are gonna make pretty babies," Sophie said.

Holy shit. Was she serious? "I said in my head. Because I didn't want a baby.

"The prettiest," I just agreed with her. "Now sleep, honey." I patted her butt and she let out a soft groan.

Then after she goes to sleep I was like "Fuck while I paced the living room floor. I couldn't handle seeing Her like this . . . and then hearing her talk about wanting a baby . . . with me? And I was also thinking Maybe it was just the alcohol making her say this , but shit. I was nowhere near ready for a baby. I was still learning about how to be a boyfriend. And I wasn't even very good at that.

Too wreck up for sleep, I then sat down on the armchair with my iPad.

But then the room was too bright, and her throat felt raw and scratchy. So she blinked her eyes open and attempted to swallow her saliva.

Ouch. "She mumbled.

It was raw and irritated.

She was wondering what the hell happened last night?

Then Oh God all the Memories flashed into focus. Fiona with her perfect little baby bump. Her shooting down on liquor then She struggled to remember what happened after that.

She then blinked around her surroundings. I then lay next to her , asleep and resting peacefully, my hair rumpled from sleep and a crease across one cheek.

She was glad that I was here with her but now she is thinking how had she I gotten into my bed?

The Memories of her getting sick in my bathroom and me tucking her into bed danced in her thoughts.

She said" oh God my head is pounding it might be because of the Alcohol

She then flung off the blankets and climbed off the bed on her unsteady legs, trying to be as quiet as possible. She wanted to let me sleep. She then shuffled to the kitchen for a glass of water. She downed half of it when her stomach grumbled loudly. Rather than finishing the water, like her parched throat craved, She took the advice of her stomach and set the glass of water on the counter. We'd need to take it easy today.

She heated up the shower to wash last night's makeup and grimed from her skin. The water felt so soothing , and after shampooing her hair with My all-purpose hair-and-body wash that smelled like light, crisp cologne, She wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and shuffled back to the bedroom. She redressed in the pajamas that I must have put her in—boxers and a Oversized T-shirt.

When She climbed in beside me , I rolled towards her and covered her body in a hug. "Mmm, morning, baby. . . ." I mumbled, my lips brushing her collarbone.

"Morning." She curled into me ,tangling her legs with mine.

"How are you feeling?"I asked her.

"Okay. A little queasy," She admitted.

"I can make you some toast if you like."I asked her .

"That's all right. I should probably get home." She said. Nothing like overstaying your welcome. He was used to having my own space, peace, and quiet, She was sure.

My arms tightened around her . "You're not going anywhere today." I said.

She then laughed softly. "Oh, really?"

"You're mine today. Know that babe."

She smiled at my conviction. She loved knowing that she is mine. She then Hope that she didn't do anything too awkward when She was drunk last night. "Thanks for taking care of me." "She said .

"Of course, baby. You were kind of cute." I said.

Her brows squeezed together, struggling to remember what She might have done or said. "Did I, um, say anything embarrassing last night?" She Asked.

My body stiffened over the top of hers. "Don't worry about that. You were drunk." I climbed from the bed, tossing a T-shirt over my head and leaving me to wonder what I'd possibly said that had him acting odd.

Then Shit......