Sheo Forever

Chapter 40 - Paparazzi

Okay, Wattpad... your spacing is crap.

sorry, its a little long haha

Shai POV -

"You go and have a shower, and I will be downstairs, preparing for our date," I tell Theo, pushing him into our attached bathroom.

He wraps his muscular arms around my petite frame. "Come in with me, baby?" He looks down at me, smiling a lopsided grin.

"You wish, sweet cheeks," I says, my hand slipping from his waist to his butt, and squeezing. I quickly kiss his cheek and push him into the bathroom and then make my way downstairs.

Once I get into the kitchen, I grab a bucket load of junk food (Cheetos for Theo and macaroons for myself), some drinks, and some healthier stuff (sandwiches). I find a cooler bag and put everything in there, setting it at the door. I then grab Theo's wallet, along with mine, and our phones and place them by the bag. I go upstairs, into our bedroom, and find another bag. This one for our clothes.

I quickly stuff in a pair of Theo's sweats, a pair of mine, two of his Tee-shirts, and a hoodie for both of us. I go to Theo's sock draw and find his two woolliest pairs, stuffing them into the bag. I then find his favourite two beanies (his black and navy blue one), and place them in there. I find some blankets and pillows and drag them downstairs.

Before Theo gets out of the shower, I put everything in his black truck. I hide the bags and blankets under some of the shit he has in his car (hoodies) and then make my way back inside, and back upstairs.

Theo is still showering by the time I make my way into the bathroom.

"What are you, a chick?" I tease, raising my voice so he can hear me over the water.

"Why?"

"You take longer showers than anyone I know."

He sticks his head out from behind the frosted glass, grinning. "I was waiting for you," he says bashfully. He opens the door some more, enough for me to get in.

"You know I'm still fully clothed, right? You can see that, yeah?" I ask, sceptical.

He rolls his eyes. "Of course I know that. So, are you going to get in, or do I have to waste more water? I know you hate it when I waste water."

Of course I hate it when he wastes water. Not only him, though. I hate it when anyone wastes water that could be used somewhere else. Somewhere useful.

I huff, "Fine. But no funny business." I point my finger at him. He puts his hands up in surrender. I smile, and strip off my clothes, hopping into the shower with my husband.

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