Say You Want Me

Interception

"I'm not getting up" Olivia rolled over as Spencer nudged her.

"Oh but you are"

"Preggooo, need sleeeeep"

"Listen, you either get up on your own, or I'm throwing you over my shoulder in the water with your clothes on. Or I'll strip you down with my teeth if that's what you prefer" Her eyes popped open purposely to glare at him.

"I can't stand you" His lips curved into a slick smirk.

"Please, you like me more than you want to admit" Her eye roll remained as she felt his palm slapping the bed, hopping up.

"Why are you so chipper this early?" Spencer's brow arched like she had said something unfamiliar.

"Olivia, I get up for work before the sun comes up. This right here is my definition of sleeping in" She glanced over the clock gasping.

"It's damn near five o'clock in the morning! Like I don't get it, when does this festival even start?"

"Don't you own a bakery?"

"Is that a trick question, yes I do"

"Right so, what time do you go in every day? You got baker hours, don't you?" she flopped back on the comforter, pulling the pillow over her head with a groan.

"I don't, the bakers do" She mumbled into the fabric. He laughed, dragging the pillow away from her.

"Ok baby, well you're the baker today"

"Coffee first, everything else second" She sighed, swinging her legs off the bed.

"Nah, you need to shower first, we'll grab food and then you can have your coffee"

She complained but did as he asked. She was extremely excited to learn she was allowed to have one cup of coffee an day. She explained to the doctor about limiting her intake, something she was struggling with during this pregnancy. She went from four cups a day to one. She was having bad headaches, but they've been able to manage it. The shower felt great, given how exhausted she felt to care about how dirty they were the night before. She had batter under her nails, and needless to say, the sheets needed to be washed. Spencer had too much flour on him when they fell into bed. Once the cupcakes were finished, and making a new batch of icing, they cleaned the shop.

For Olivia, she found nothing sexier than watching Spencer on the floor scrubbing the mess they made. He was sweet, making her stay off her feet to rest. She tried fighting him, but not without him making a face that was too cute for her to not give in to. So, she sat there, ate another cupcake, red velvet with cream cheese frosting, marking her favorite one and the only recipe she knows by heart. She hopped out of the shower, throwing on a pair of loose shorts and a tank top. She chose comfortability given the hot temperatures that would show during the day. Spencer was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a plain white tee, so she didn't have to worry about dressing up.

"You ready?" She asked him while grabbing her vans.

"Yep" He walked over, handing her a mug, planting a kiss to her forehead.

"What's all that for?"

"I just appreciate your willingness to help out an old sick lady, it means a lot to me"

"Right, the same lady who faked being sick" He laughed, tilting his head to the side.

"Sick or not, she's gonna expect you to believe her. One thing these women have in common, is knowing how to scheme. So, if I were you, I'd just play along"

"Noted" she went to take a sip, requiring the caffeine, while standing baffled.

"Spencer!" She screamed in surprise, pulling more of the liquid to her lips.