chapter 93

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"Oh my god derek.. please hurry up" I bang on the bathroom door. He's been in there for half an hour doing his hair.

"Damn it! Unlock the door now please" I jump up and down. He unlocks it. I run in. He keeps doing his hair as I pull down my panties, sitting on the toilet. I sigh as I finally pee.

He chuckles. I hit his leg. "I almost pissed myself" I say. He goes back to doing his hair. "Der come here a sec" I tug on his shirt. He furrows his brows, leaning down to me.

I mess up his hair, running my fingers through it roughly. He gasps. He hits my arm. "Ow!" I gasp. "Oh that did not hurt" he says. I giggle.

"Next time, I'll pee on you" I whisper, grinning. He chuckles, standing back up to look in the mirror. I get up, wipe myself and flush the toilet.

I pull up my panties. "Move" I barge past him to the sink. He pushes me back. I glare at him. He moves out of the way. I giggle, going to the sink. I wash my hands.

"You think I'm scared of you?" He grabs my hands. I scream as he puts my wet hands on my face. He laughs. "You should be scared of me" I turn around, glaring at him.

"Whys that?" He grins. "I can beat you up" I say. "In all of our time knowing eachother.. which is all of our lives, have I ever lost a fight to you?" He says. I glare at him.

"I can revoke sex" I grin. He looks into my eyes. "So can I" he says. I laugh. "You're the one who needs sex constantly.. I'm just fine without it" I say. He scoffs. "Oh, we'll see about that" he says.

I raise my brow. "So.." I say. "First one to initiate sex loses" he says. I giggle. "And wins what?" I ask. "They get to pick the venue of our wedding" he says.

My eyes go wide. "That's.. a big deal, I don't wanna base that off of a stupid bet" I say. "Chicken" he says. I glare at him. "Deal" I hold my hand out. He shakes my hand.

"Making out doesn't count, right?" I ask. "No, we can kiss as much as we want.. just no inappropriate touching" he smirks. I giggle. "Okay then" I kiss him softly before leaving the bathroom.

"Piece of cake" I mutter to myself under my breath. I sit on my bed next to mia.

"Who do you think will win? Mommy or daddy?.. you want your parents wedding to be a beautiful beach wedding, don't you?" I whisper, kissing her nose.

"Daddy!" She says. I gasp. "You little-" I whisper. "Yes baby?" Derek walks out of the bathroom. He sits next to her, poking her stomach playfully.

She lays back onto the bed, giggling hysterically as he tickles her playfully. "Did you call me?" He kisses all over her cheek. "No, she didn't.. leave her alone, she's mine" I glare at him.

"No, she's my baby" he picks her up, hugging her. She wraps her arms around his neck. I glare at her. "Fine.." I walk away. I grab lucas from their room and walk back into the bedroom.

"But lucas is on my side.. aren't you baby?" I kiss his head. He mumbles something incoherent into my chest before falling back asleep. Derek scoffs.

"You woke up a sleeping baby to make a point? You're evil" he says. I giggle. "He needs to wake up anyway.. he's been asleep all morning" I say. He rolls his eyes.

"Sweetie" I whisper. I gently stroke his head. He opens his eyes slowly. "Good morning little monkey" I sit on the bed with him on my lap.

He starts sucking on his thumb. "Mi.. mi" he reaches out to mia. I smile, putting him on the bed. Derek puts mia next to him.

"Der der" I say teasingly. "Shut up" he grabs me, pulling me onto his lap, making me giggle. He kisses my cheek.

"What were you thinking about for the venue?" He asks. "A beach wedding.. you?" I ask. "Secret.. you'll see when I win" he grins.

I roll my eyes. "Der if its somewhere stupid I swear-" I say. "Don't worry" he chuckles.

There's a knock at the door. "Your grandmas here" we pick up the babies. We go to the front door. Our mom's take the babies for the day so we can have some alone time.

"So, what shall we do?" He asks. "Well, this day was originally gonna be full of sex and kissing and orgasms but.." I wrap my arms around his neck. He whines. I grin.

"Technically, oral isn't sex" I smirk. "You're right" he smirks. We kiss passionately. He pulls away. "No, it is" he says. "Yeah" I whine.

"God, what did we do before we started sleeping together?" I ask. "I slept with other people" he says. I hit him. "Sorry" he says. I roll my eyes.

"We got boring since we became parents" I say. "That's not true" he says. I smile. "You were always boring" he says. I gasp. He grins. I hit him. "Kiddding.. love you" he kisses my head. I roll my eyes, giggling.

"Let's go out" I say. "Really? Where?" He asks. "Pub.. I saw on izzies Instagram.. everyone's there" I say. "Okay" he says. We get ready. We take a cab there so we can drink.

We hold hands as we walk into the pub. "Hey" we sit down at their table. "Oh my god.. have mommy and daddy come out to play finally?" Mark says jokingly. We laugh. "Shut up" I say.

We start drinking. "Are we boring?" I ask. "Huh?" Everyone asks. "Ever since me and der became parents.. did we become boring?" I ask. "Nooo!" They all say. I glare at them.

"You're lying!" I point at them. "No we're not" izzie shakes her head, rolling her eyes. I chuckle. "Whatever, it's fine" Derek says.

"We just don't leave the apartment.. we're not boring when we're by ourselves" I throw my arm around his shoulder, smirking at him. He smirks. "Definitely not" he says.

"Too much information" Mark says. I giggle. I take another shot before kissing derek.

He pulls away. "Have you forgot something?" He asks. "Huh?" I ask. He raises his brow. "Oh! Right" I sigh.

"What?" Izzie asks. "Me and derek are in competition.. whoever loses gets to choose the destination for our wedding" I say.

"What's the competition?" Mark asks. "Whoever initiates sex first loses" I say. "You two? No sex? Pfftt" Jackson says. I giggle, taking another shot.

"Well, someone's losing soon.. we don't have the babies for the weekend so.. No responsibilities, no sound filter and lots of alcohol" I take another shot. They all laugh.

"You're losing" Derek says. "You!" I giggle. He glares at me. I grin. He takes a sip of his scotch.

We spend the rest of the night drinking and I pass out ontop of him before I can even remove my shirt in bed, so.. neither of us lost.. today.

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