Afterglow || Tommy Lee

38. Raining On Sunday

Malibu California, October 20 2003

Hearing the low rumble of thunder as the rain begins to pour outside, I slowly open my eyes to see just how gloomy and gray our bedroom was. It was refreshing. I love dark and dreary days. Especially stormy, dark and dreary days. I guess I still have a bit of Seattle left in me.

I push my dark curls out of my eyes, yawn and reach for Tommy only to find myself alone in our bed. I groan and sit up, pulling the soft silky blankets up to my bare chest wishing he was still in bed with me. I exhale and look over at the sliding glass doors of the balcony off our bedroom and watch as the rain pours down, then slowly climb out of bed and put on my oversized Misfits band shirt, the collar slipping off my shoulder as I lift my curls from underneath.

Another rumble of thunder booms outside startling me which makes me giggle as I make my way out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the black and white marbled floor of the foyer. I then start to smell something so delicious coming from the kitchen and as I softly creep to the kitchen doorway, feeling the cold floor on my bare feet, I see Tommy at the stove, his gorgeous tattooed self in just his black Adidas track pants, sitting so low on his hips already making me want to walk over and tear them off of him as he pours what looked to be small potato hash browns into a pan.

"Oh my god that smells amazing," I say as I make my way into the kitchen.

"Awe, babe I thought you were still in bed, I was gonna bring this up to you," Tommy says, sweetly but obviously disappointed that I ruined his plan as he glances at me then goes back to stirring the potatoes.

"Well, the rain woke me up and you weren't beside me so I just came down instead," I say as I reach the counter island looking at everything he was preparing, picking up a slice of green pepper and taking a bite.

"I'm sorry baby, you just looked so cute sleeping I didn't want to wake you," He says, turning to wrap his arms around me from behind, brushing my curls off my shoulder and placing his lips to that spot under my earlobe.

"What are you making?" I ask.

"I... am making eggs benedict, bacon, hash browns and some veggies too," He says so low and deep in my ear with his lips brushing my skin.

I giggle, biting my bottom lip at the feeling of his lips when he then places a quick kiss to my temple then turns to open a drawer, taking out a spoon to mix some kind of sauce which I'm guessing goes with the eggs benedict.

"Wow you just went into that drawer and took out that spoon like that's what you intended all along," I say teasingly.

"Babe, you have seen me cook before you know that right?" He chuckles as he stirs the sauce beside me.

"I guess," I say with a shrug and he chuckles.

"Alright well, do you wanna help or just stand there in wonder about how I can grab things out of a drawer?" He chuckles.

"I wanna help," I say excitedly looking up at him with a little bounce pushing my curls out of my eyes and he laughs.

"Ok so, you can stir the um... Hollandaise sauce here while I -"

"What's this?" I cut him off, distracted by the garlic press I picked up off the counter pretending not to know what it is as I study it in wonder, clicking it back and forth.

"Babe, that's a garlic press, we don't need that," He looks at me confused for a second wondering if I was just playing with him as he takes it from my hand, setting it back down on the counter.

"Ooooh this would definitely do a foot," I say, picking up the chef's knife that he used to slice the vegetables and imitate stabbing in the air.

*** Sorry babe I'm cutting in here for a second. Um, what exactly did you mean by 'do a foot?' What? You mean to stab someone in the foot? Really baby? Why the foot? 'Why not?' she says... and that's my wife, ladies and gentlemen, haha  ***