Always, Our Secret Dream 3

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓉𝓎－𝒮ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃

Back at home, I lounge on the sofa my hand on my belly as I flick between channels. Struggling to find a movie that peeks my interest.

Bryan had a call as soon as we stepped foot into the house putting my plan of getting a foot rub to an early finish. I'd like to say I'm annoyed but when it only took one look at his handsome face to put any sour feelings at bay.

I'd only taken a few steps away from him towards the kitchen when his voice echoed behind me, halting my movements.

"The lounge is the opposite direction, baby. You don't think your starting dinner now do you?" I knew from his tone of voice that he wasn't actually asking me a question. He was making a point. But when I hadn't moved he'd closed the space between us, grabbing my shoulders turning me around and pushing me gently in the direction of the lounge. Shouting "Dinner can wait a few hours. Relax now. Food later"

And that's how I ended up here snuggled up beneath my fluffy lumberjack blanket on our sofa groaning in frustration. Still unable after ten minutes to find a movie that I want to watch.

Giving up on finding a movie, I settle on watching a rerun of One Tree Hill. One of my favourite series. I love Hayley and Nathan's love story. It's filled with so much happiness but has a blend of sadness and reality to it. Reminding us all that true love doesn't come easy and it has to be worked on.

A giggle erupts from deep inside my chest as I watch my girl slap Rachel across the face. Cat calling "That's my girl" at the screen just as Bryan walks into the room. He takes one look at the screen and shakes his head whilst laughing beneath his breath. This isn't the first time he's witnessed something like this. 

"Everything okay?" I ask as I hit pause on the TV. Lifting up my blanket to offer him the warm spot beside me.

"Yeah. That was Mindy. Seems SpotFire wants me to take on a new modelling gig." He quirks a brow at me still forgetting that he is part owner and CEO of the studio. I laugh at his stunned face as he slides beneath the blanket beside me. Lifting my aching feet onto his lap before massaging them. Tipping me into a gallon of ecstasy. Hums, mumbles and moans passing my lips with every knead and the flex of his magical fingers.

"And I take it you don't want to snag this gig?" I moan, my head falling onto the back of the sofa.

"Well...No. I mean - yes but it would mean being away from you for two days, one night." His confession has me frowning. If he wants the gig then why would he putting a pause on accepting? I swear if he answers my next question with 'I can't leave you home alone. What if something happens and you guys need m' then I will throw a temper tantrum.

"And?" I ask, feigning innocence as I state blankly up at him.

"And I can't leave you home alone for two days. What is something happens or you have a two am craving from Wendy's?"

"Then I'll call Dom or Chris. I'm sure they will be more than happy to help me or I don't know I go drive myself!" I say exasperated as he once again forgets that I'm pregnant not invalid.