NOTHING BUT A BAD TASTE. (✓)

12. PILLOW FIGHT.

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TUCKED DEEP INSIDE THEIR SOFT LIKE VELVET marital sheets, Ebén stared down at Maya with great affection. The adoring shade in his brown eyes traced every freckle, every blemish littered on her spry, sleeping face. She was beautiful; that was something he had always known, but last night she hadn't been.

Asleep she finally was, after the night she'd had, possibly dreaming of him. The fetus that was growing inside of her had made every point of her broody body sore to the point that it hurt to breathe.

The night had begun with Ebén knelt beside her, the pair glued to the toilet rim, as she spewed out her entire body fuel. Ebén had taken the onus to shepherd her curls away from her face that were daring to mesh itself with her puke-stained mouth.

If this was not love, Ebén didn't know what was. The sight and smell of her bile was enough to make him run for the hills and not look back. But, he had danced the tango with her, and given that his runners had breeded life — it was now time to step up.

"You got it stink," Ebén had tried to coach her to breathe through each violent hurl by rubbing down her waist, but even the tinge of compassion in his throat wasn't enough to command it to stop. It almost seemed to defy both him and her; continuing until Maya had nothing left in her to give.

"Good morning baby." Ebén's round lips seemed to invite a small peck, which Maya tiredly returned. His lips were already wet with moisture; Maya was too tired to protest about the taste. She was just glad that yesterday's all-nighter was a shared experience.

"Morning." She said out to him, swept over by a cloud of fatigue. Her fingers were now caught adoringly in his silk-like beard, tracing the shape & depth of his lips. He dived his head low to her lips and whispered something seducing across her lip. She guffawed, only slightly, before brushing him away.

"You really aren't a morning person, are you?" Ebén grounded out a yawn, it wasn't just her that was feeling the effects of little to no sleep.

But he didn't have cause to complain especially as his penetration had planted a seed in her uterus.

Or seeds, potentially.

"I am a morning person," Maya sustained, drawing him in with a coo, "But, you're just askin' — "

"I'm askin' what, huh?" Ebén traced her lips with interest, wondering what she was gunning to say. His hand went across the curve of her bump, still stuck in a mode of disbelief that they were expecting.

He cupped it, her tiny little stomach was showing out, and she had never looked more beautiful.

"You're just... not my kind of morning person," Maya had now enlisted the use of both her arms to raise herself up, as she said all this, with a snarky lip. Her curls were like a messy beehive as it sat atop of her head, eyes flickering to and from a ripped Ebén who was the epitome of all her sexual fantasies. And to make matters worse, Ebén unknowingly returned the glance, causing seconds of silence to ensue.

Without really knowing Maya had proved Ebén's point that she did hate mornings. Ebén didn't shoot her with a retort but instead elected to hysterically laugh. Maya re-centred her eyes on this sprawled giant of hers, jabbing him with a poke to tell-her-all about what he had found to be so hilarious. She climbed and sat on top of his torso, her palms pressed flat to his mass of muscle brown chest.

Her eyes initiated the silent roam of his eyes that had the perfect blend of brown in them, and hoped (holding her breath too) that their baby would take after Ebén's browns and not her dull hazel green, "And what has got you laughing so hard, Eb?"