Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part fourteen

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SOFIA'S POV

I wake up to a beam of bright light shining down on my face. A groan slips from my mouth as I roll over, covering my eyes with the blanket. The sunlight is making my headache worse.

I hear the sound of my husband chucking. "Hungover, are we?"

I nod my head. "Why did I drink last night? I literally hate drinking. And I always get such a bad headache after," I complain.

"Do you want coffee?"

I peek my head out from under the comforter. "You made coffee?"

"Yeah. I can bring you some in bed if you would like that."

"I would love that," I tell him.

James disappears to go into the kitchen, and he returns moments later with the coffee in hand. I accept it from him gratefully, trying to recall the events of last night. "Did you help me into my negligee?" I ask him.

"Uh, yeah. You asked me to because you were uncomfortable."

I fight the blush that threatens to spread across my cheeks. That means he saw me naked because I'm definitely not wearing a bra or underwear. Why do I always do these embarrassing things to myself?

"Sorry," I tell him. I can't meet his eyes. "If I, uh, made you uncomfortable in any way," I say.

"You're fine," he tells me, sitting on the bed. I look up hesitantly, meeting his gaze. Fortunately, there is nothing but warmth on his face. I don't know what I expected to see, but it wasn't anything good. "Do you want to stay in for the day while you recuperate? We can just hang out at the house," he says.

That's so sweet of him. I didn't mean to hijack our entire day. "I think that would be nice. Maybe we can just stay in and watch movies," I tell him.

"What do you want to watch?" He asks me.

"You pick," I tell him, taking a sip of my coffee.

I get up out of bed and walk to the sofa, coffee in hand. After I settle down on the couch, James joins me. I curl up with my feet underneath me, debating if I should take a Tylenol for my headache.

James flips through movies that we can rent until we both decide on The Hunger Games. Apparently, James hasn't seen any of them, so I insist on watching them with him. About halfway to the movie, my eyes begin to flutter shut. I try to focus on staying awake, but sleep overwhelms me. Even though I slept most of the morning, I guess drinking with Ioane took a lot out of me.

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JAMES' POV

About three quarters of the way into the movie, Sofia falls asleep. Her head falls onto my shoulder, and I wrap an arm around her waist. I hold her close while she sleeps, breathing in the scent of her lavender scented hair. She smells so good.

The movie captures my attention, and I continue watching until the first movie finishes. When the credits begin to play, Sofia shifts in her sleep. Her eyes blink wearily, and she looks confused. The expression makes her look completely adorable.

"Did I fall asleep?"

I nod my head.

"Crap. I'm so sorry. This is exactly why I don't drink. I couldn't help it," Sofia tells me.