Shai POV
"Babe, it's time to wake up." A deep british accent coos into my ear. My eyes flutter open and come into focus with Mr.Theo James. He lays next to me, propped up on his elbow with his other hand drawing lazy circles onto my exposed stomach. All I'm wearing is a black sports bra and silk pyjama shorts. All Theo wears are boxers. It's really hot in San Diego during the summer compared to Chicago in the winter and none of us have really adjusted to the climate change yet. Comic Con is today and we have to be there at 12:30 but we have interviews to do at our hotel before we leave.
"Good morning, GOOD MORNING!" I sing out like I do every morning. He chuckles and dips his head down to press his lips to mine gently. I kiss back and our lips work slowly against each other before he slowly pulls away.
"Morning, sweetheart." He disappears under the light sheet that covers us and begins to plant feather light kisses on my abdomen and stomach. I giggle because it tickles and hear him whisper an 'I love you' against me.
"What time is it?" I mumble, smiling softly and running my hand through his brunette curls. He reappears from under the sheets and smiles back.
"6:10." He answers, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "Our first interview is at 8:00." Theo explains. I groan but am interrupted by bile rising in my throat. My eyes widen in alarm and I rush to the bathroom, followed closely behind by Theo. I make it to the toilet just in time and begin to puke my guts out. Theo crouches beside me and holds my hair back into a makeshift ponytail while the other hand rubs soothing circles on my back. He whispers sweet nothings into my ear until I'm done. Fucking morning sickness.
Once I'm finished, he picks me up bridal style and begins to walk back to bed but I stop him. "Balcony." I murmur, laying my head on his shoulder. He chuckles before walking to the balcony.
"You're quite the character Shailene Diann Woodley. " He sits down on one of the chairs on the balcony and sets me sideways in his lap. From the balcony, you can see the people beginning walking to Comic Con. It looks like a river of people.
"Honestly, I'm disappointed." I tell Theo.
"Why?"
"I thought this place was going to be packed with Han Solos and Princess Leias and I don't see one." I complain and he laughs, pulling me tighter against his chest. He kisses my temple.
"Am I correct to assume that Han Solo is a bit of a turn on for you?" He laughs. I nod, laughing as well.
"How about this? I promise you...before you start filming Fault," He starts before leaning in so his lips brush my ear with each word. "I'll get you your Han Solo." Theo whispers seductively and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. I don't know what he has in mind but his seductive tone mixed with his morning voice has me wrapped around his finger.
"Well, maybe I want a Princess Leia." I joke, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.
He smirks. "Then you will get your Princess Leia...I don't break my promises Shailene, I told you that I'm your bitch so it's my job to cater to your every need." He taps my nose and I laugh.
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"Hey guys, how ya doing?" The cheerful interviewer asks before the camera's on. She looks to be about 35, maybe 40. She also has a wedding ring on her finger so that calms me down. I'm usually not this possessive but this baby is getting my hormones all out of whack. Theo wears a black polo shirt and light faded jeans with converse whilst I wear a white flowy top with black jeans and black pumps.
"Good!" I say the same time Theo answers "Great!" We make small talk until someone yells.
"Rolling!"
