Wanted For Pleasure: vol 2

Chapter 22: Barbie and Ken plus ten

"I've never had a moment's doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life."

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My eyes blink open to the dark room we've fallen asleep in.
I shoot my eyes around the room and see the time on the digital alarm clock reads 7:30 pm. Damn, already?

Morgan turns over and lies on her back, starting to wake up, but I don't want her to. She sleeps so peacefully, and deserves it after all we've been through in the past twenty-four hours alone.

I lie back down and use her chest as my pillow.

She holds me and then twirls my hair in her fingers. Just when I was thinking about cutting it, too, I guess I won't anymore if she likes it so much.

We don't say anything, just synchronize our breathing and listen to the howling sounds from outside.
There's none of that in New York. Well, it's loud, but you won't get coyotes in the city. It's kind of peaceful, the nature. For someone who wasn't excited to come back to Penshaw, I missed it a lot. I think I feel grounded.

"Baby, should we get up?" Morgan's voice is small, still tired, it's cute.

I inhale deeply before answering her question.

"I just want to sit and talk to you."

"About what, Chris?" she asks, trying to sit up.

I desperately pull her back down. "There's no such thing. How do you feel?"

Morgan sighs. I can tell she's tired, and I don't mean sleepy. Being here is a lot for her - the memory of her late sister and niece.

"Right now, like I want to shower and get something to eat, I'm starving. Come on, babe, we've been in bed long enough." Morgan struggles to pry my arms from around her very petite waist.

"I had another dream." I blurt, releasing her body slowly.

"What?" Her tone is sharp. She rolls her neck and wears a bored facial expression.

I position myself upon the bed to support my own weight after several hours of using her body for support.

"About us - our future. I think it's time to reevaluate what we want. When we want it."

"Chris, what are you talking about?" Morgan's eyes flicker.

I wet my lips and shift my hands to place them on her stomach that has rolls in it when she sits at the angle. They're cute to me.
That's like a lot of things about her, I like her very small gap but she hates it, says she rather it be bigger or nonexistent. She doesn't embrace her natural curls, says Callie was the curly girl, and she prefers her hair wavy. Morgan wishes she had full thighs and a bigger ass, but I think she's perfect as is. I can't imagine her any other way.

"Marriage, maybe. Perhaps, even a little you." I wait to smile until I see her completely speechless.

"Chris, you must've bumped your head before we fell asleep. What are you-"

I cut her off to kiss the back of her hand and laugh a little. "No, I'm serious."

Her eyes open wider and she looks a little more alive. "You mean it? Marriage? A baby? I-I don't know what to say."

"I just think when we are on the same page, it's a conversation worth having. I'm excited for more of you."

Her eyes squint on my face so I laugh and finally, she does too.