Almost Maybes

Well, isn't this Domestic?

Hadley’s POV:
Heaven might be a place that we read about in the bible, filled with angels and all the loved ones we have lost throughout our lives, but watching Chase move around my kitchen in just a loose pair of basketball shorts, his muscular chest and arm on full display while he fixed breakfast was a pretty close second. It was a sight I had seen many times over the years, but this morning, there was just something different about seeing him like this. Maybe it was the countless orgasms the sexy man gave me last night. Maybe it was the fact that I officially had the right to call him mine. Maybe it was the combination of it all. I didn't know and I didnt care. Because for the first time in a few days, the smell of food wasn't making my stomach churn. I actually felt like I could eat and not have to run straight to the bathroom to puke it back up. 

“You want to start the toast babe?” said Chase, pulling me from my thoughts. When I looked up, he was standing in front of me on the opposite side of the island holding a spatula in one hand and a dish towel slung over his shoulder. 

“”Sure.” I said, hopping down off my stool and making my way over to the bread box. “Least I can do is make the toast.”  

“Not a chance,” said Chase. A big, strong hand landed on my hips, pulling my back against his front while the other shifted my hair away from my neck. Lips landed on that sweet spot where the neck and the shoulder connect, sending shivers down my spine and heat pooling low in my belly. I leaned my head to the side giving him better access. “I know you're feeling better this morning, and I know you are the most independent person that I know, but let me take care of you. After all, I’m the reason you have been so sick.”

“Think it took two of us to get us where we are, Chasey.” I said softly, enjoying the feel of his lips trailing kisses over the skin of my neck and shoulder.

“Maybe so. But fixing your breakfast is the least I can do.” said Chase. 

“Okay.”I whispered. 

Turning in his arms, I lifted my arms and looped them around his neck. Even standing on my tip toes, I was too short to reach his lips without him leaning down. Thankfully, Chase wasn't one to deny me what I wanted. In a kiss that was both soft and passionate, every ounce of love I felt for the man in my arms radiated through my lips. Before things could get too heated, I broke the kiss. As I did, I watched Chase kneel down in front of me, his hands resting softly on my belly.

“You think you can let mama enjoy some breakfast this morning, sport?” he said, his lips close to my belly. Seeing him like this -kneeling in front of me, talking to our unborn child- was the sexiest thing I think I have ever witnessed in my life. Sure, Chase was as sexy as sin on any given day, but seeing him being so loving and gentle with me, talking to the life growing inside me, made me fall even more in love with him than I had ever been. But then he looked up at me. Gray eyes locked with my blue ones, so much love blazing in their stormy depths. “Have I told you today how much I love you? Both of you?” 

“Maybe a time of two. But you won't hear me complaining about the frequency of your admissions.” I said softly, lifting a hand and resting it on his bearded cheek. “Because I plan on telling you every minute of the day how much I love you. How deeply and irrevocably in love I am with my best friend.”

In one quick motion, Chase stood, lifting me and placing my bottom onto the edge of the cool granite kitchen countertop before stepping between my legs. Soft lips melted against mine as both of our hands traveled over one another. Snaking one of my small hands between us, I palmed Chase’s cock through his shorts and squeezed gently, causing him to moan with delight as he deepened the kiss. Guitar calloused fingers skirted over my skin, slowly lifting the t-shirt I was wearing up my body all while our tongues tangled and our teeth nipped at one another's lips. When he reached my breasts, he cupped the full weight of them into his hands, massaged the full globes, spending fire though my veins. Needing to feel his bare skin in my hands, I used my heels and pushed his shorts down over his hips. Chase must have been just as desperate to feel me because the shirt I had been wearing disappeared, leaving me naked except for my panties.