The Blueness of a Blue Wild Flower

Chapter IX

Autumn held Aquila's hand tightly as she leaned towards his side, tucked in his arm. They walked on the moist rough asphalt road. The street stood still as if it was frozen, for not a vehicle nor man had passed by their eyes.

Autumn took her phone kept in her jeans, "It's 12:37 in the afternoon August."

"Are you hungry?" he asked, "But then again, piglets are always hungry," he gibed with a gentle voice as he chuckled.

She shook her head, "Nope."

"Well that's something new," he chuckles, "someone's shy about free food," he kissed her head, "Don't worry, my treat!"

She shook her head and smiled.

He leans his face towards her, "Why not? What's wrong?"

She shrugged with a smile, "Why are you so worried anyway?"

"It's food," he said anxiously, "you never say no to free food."

"It's not that I don't want food."

He tightened his embrace and looked her in the eye, stopping them from walking, "Then sounds seriously bloody wrong? "

"It's just," she shrugged, "umm," she dug her foot on the asphalt road, "I just wanted to cook food for you on your birthday," she smiled, embarrassed.

"Oh, is that so?" he kissed her in the cheek, "Why do you seem so bloody weird about it then?" he chuckled.

She arched her brow and shrugged.

He stared and examined her face, "Something's definitely wrong," he said with a stern tone, "And I'll find it out myself," he said with a wolfish smile as he sweeped her off her feet and started to carry her like a child.

She giggled, "Stop, put me down!"

"No," he said, "not until you tell me what's wrong."

"It's nothing really," she smiled as she looked at his face.

"Is it because it's winter already, Autumn?" he teased.

She rolled her eyes, "Noone's laughing," she yawned and said sternly as she placed her head on his chest and wrapped her arms on his waist, "I plan on not telling anything, so feel free to let me down once we get home."

He chuckled, "Could you at least let me carry you like the pig you are?"

She squirmed to his back, while wrapping her arms on his neck. She offered her legs and kissed his neck, "I love you August," she whispered as she yawned.

He wiped her tears of drowsiness with a finger, "I love you more, my piglet," he answered silently, "This is what you get for sleeping late and waking early," he chuckled as he continued walking.

She dug her face into his shoulder, "Stop being my mummy," she mumbled, "you're my hubby," she looked into his cheeks, "forever."

"That's just too bloody adorable," he chuckles, "I wish you're always dead tired."

"You know," she smiled, "you can."

"I was joking," he smiled, "I wouldn't wish for such a thing," he chuckled, "But out of curiousity, how?"

"By popping my cherries every single evening," she gave a coyly smile and a kiss on his neck.

He looked at her in disbelief and shook his head as he sneered, "I'm sure your 'cherries' get only popped once," he said, "and I'm pretty sure you already convinced me to do that."

She laughed, "I wasn't serious," she said, "but I could if you wish," she winked.

He shook his head, "I think we need rest from that."