Sunshine

35- Boobs

Devin's POV

He's was gone the whole day.

I thought that he would be in bed, beside me, with his arm draped over my waist, and me snuggled against his chest. Instead the bed was cold.

He's been in his office since he walked out yesterday, and as much as I hated it I gave him space, but that space ended as soon as I saw he wasn't at my bedside.

A slight worry and nervousness settles at the bottom of my stomach as I throw the covers off of me, getting out of bed, and leaving the room trudging towards his office.

When I open the door the worriedness I felt before intensified when I see a wasted Marco knocked out cold on his office couch. A bottle of scotch with about an inch of liquor left is sat beside him on the wooden floor, and a framed photo face down against his chest held under his hands.

Don't even get me started on the office itself. The whole place is trashed. Books, papers, folders, glass scattered on the floor as if a tornado ran through here to ask for directions.

I sigh closing the door before walking deeper into the room; stepping over any shards of glass.

I really wish I'd worn shoes.

When I reach the couch I move the almost empty bottle of scotch out the way before kneeling beside the couch; sitting on the back of my heel.

The closer I am I can the small details like the worry lines between his eyebrows as he sleeps, the tight grip he has on the picture frame, the dark circles under his eyes, or the bruised knuckles on his hands.

I run my hand over his best of darks curls, moving them out of his face, before placing a kiss on his temple. The worry lines dissipates and he seems a little more relax, but only a little.

I slowly move my hands and release the grip he has on the frame taking it out of his hold. Turning the picture over my heart warmed at the framed photo of me posing with a hedgehog for a selfie.

I softly planting the picture beside me before shaking Marco awake.

"Sunshine." I whispered as he groans shuffling as he wakes up.

"Unhand me women." He groans rubbing his forehead, and turning away from me.

"Marco you need get up so I can put you to bed." I grunt pulling his heavy ass up throwing his arm around my shoulder.

He shakes his head pouting like a child who lost their toy, "No. You can't or Rose will get mad, and if she gets mad then I can't marry her and I really want to marry her."

My face starts to feel warm as my stomach flutters, and small smile blooms in my face.

He continues with a lazy smile "And she has really really nice boobs." My face deadpans, "They're such a pretty brown, and so soft, and nice. They feel really good my hands." He started making grabby gestures with his hands as if he was grabbing my boob instead of thin air.

I try not to laugh as he keeps ranting and preaching about my boobs as I guide us to the door; avoiding the glass. Which was really hard considering the heavy 6 foot something man leaning his weight on me.

"I bet they're really nice." I said struggling to bring him into the bedroom.

"Nice!?" He gasped; appalled, "They're magnificent, glorious. They don't compare to other boobs."

"So you've seen other boobs?" I ask, messing with him, as I sit him on the edge of the bed and he just falls back; doesn't even try to hold himself up.

"Yes. How else would I know they exist? Don't tell Rose though she'll get mad then I can't marry her." He slurs