Always, Our Secret Dream 3

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓉𝓎－𝒩𝒾𝓃ℯ

I'm just making myself a cup of coffee when I hear my name being yelled from the lounge. I abandon my coffee and rush towards the room, confused as to why Quinn would be shouting at me with such urgency in her voice.

I stumble into the room as I nearly trip over my own feet. With my chest tight and my breaths coming out as strangled pants I look between my wife and Quinn. Waiting for one of them to clue me into what the problem is.

"Please tell your wife that she's in no condition to cook for over thirty people." Quinn's eyes hold the answers to all of the questions swirling inside my head. My stunningly stubborn girl is being irrational. Refusing to accept the fact that she can't do all the things she could before the pregnancy. "She's being irrational" she continues before folding her arms over her little bump, huffing out a breath of frustration.

I take a moment to process my thoughts and watch how my girl stares daggers at Quinn. A look that screams 'you've got to be shittin' me' if this wasn't such a big deal for me I'd probably be laughing. But I know now is not the time for humour.

When Sky realises Quinn doesn't give a shit and isn't going to budge. She turns her attention to me. Fluttering her lashes and staring longingly up at me like I hang the moon to her stars.

Fuck it kills me and a part of me wants to cave and give this to her but I know that Quinn and I are right. It's too much as she needs to agree. Either willingly or I can force her into submission. When her eyes crinkle at the corner and a small secret smirk kisses her lips something inside me awakens. I shake my head and growl "You've got to be fucking kidding. You are seven and five months pregnant. You are not spending hours on your feet cooking food for a party that you should be enjoying and relaxing. You will hire a caterer or I will do it for you. Don't push me on this."

She releases a small huff as she slouches into her seat. Mumbling beneath her breath as she processes my demands. I know she knows that she's not going to get her way but I also know what my girl is like and I can already see the shutters open and her inner brat poke her head out. Sniffing the air to see if she wants to come out and play. I silently pray that she does. I don't mind spanking her plump ass until it's pink. Just like me, my baby craves domination.

Just as I'm about to press her for an answer she sasses me back with a grumble of her own. "I don't think so, sweetheart. Just in case you've forgotten I'm a grown-ass woman and I can do whatever the fuck I want." 

Thank you satan.

"Like fuck you do!" I roar back at her. Leaning down to cage her body beneath mine. Leaving her very little room to focus on anything but me. Using my body as an additional tool into tempting her into submission. "I own you. Your body, heart and soul," I remind her. Possessive confidence licked my voice. Her breath catches in the back of her throat as a near-silent whimper escapes. A smug smirk on my wet lips as I watch her, loving how she hates that I'd heard her. With my girl wound up I decide on changing my tactics. Going for more of soft confidence but still holding on to an extreme level of possessiveness."Sweetness, I own your fucking life. Everything about you and that involves you are MINE! If I tell you to do something you do it... You say 'Yes, daddy' and follow it up with a mind-blowing kiss,"

I wait patiently for my baby to make up her mind. So many thoughts and emotions pass behind her eyes. Making me wish that I could hear that voice inside her head. It takes a moment for her to make up her mind. But damn am I pleased when she does. Her soft as candyfloss airy voice whispers two of my favourite words "Yes, Daddy" before she leans close to me and presses her lips to mine. Wrapping her arms around my neck and tugging me down to hear. Breaking the small distance between us. A deep crimson blush stains her cheeks as she tries to suck my tongue deeper into her mouth.

I groan passes between us before I pull away, breaking my lips from hers. A reddish bruise formed around her now puffy lips. I love seeing my mark on her like this. Screaming to everyone and anyone that she's MINE. Reluctantly I pull back and head towards the door, pausing to look over at Quinn. She gives me a warm smile before saying "Thanks" I nod to her and then head out of the room. Leaving the girls to finish the gender reveal planning.

I glance up at the clock noting that it's already past two. I have two days until I need to fly east to Nashville. I head upstairs to start packing my overnight back. Wanting to write my baby a letter or two to leave behind. A little something that will help her feel close to me.

If I've learned anything over the years we've been together. My baby is a strong independent woman but when it comes to me she will always be my sweet, innocent kitten. She might not show it but I know she's going to miss me like crazy. Hell, I'm already missing her and I'm still in the same house. Besides, we all go gaga for love letters.