Married To A Playgirl

Chapter 14

Asteria Celeste Averix Levington POV

The next day..

I woke up with someone running over me. It wasn't heavy, and it seemed to be really careful not to hit my stomach. The baby appears to be safe.

"Esteria, wake up," exclaimed the loudly speaking pillow. What's the reason behind this? And why am I feeling someone kissing my cheek?

"Esteria, wake up," the pillow exclaimed loudly. My eyes widened as someone kissed my lips. What an extraordinary pillow indeed! "W-who?"

"Oh, why do you look so shocked?" she asked me. So, she's the one I'm referring to as a pillow? Asteria, what kind of thought process is that?

"I thought it was just a pillow," I confessed, blushing. She chuckled softly in response.

"I'm a pillow? Your wife is far too beautiful and handsome to be just a pillow," she remarked, pointing to herself. Really? She even started her own bank.

"Yes," I teased. The smile on her face vanished, and she looked at me with a mischievous glare. Then, she stood up and extended her hand to help me upright.

I nodded in acceptance and followed her lead as we walked together, heading towards the kitchen.

"What do you want to eat?" she asked after pulling me to the chair. I paused for a moment, considering what exactly I wanted to eat.

"I want pancakes, hotdogs, ham, and eggs," I requested, listing several food items. She nodded and looked at me before speaking.

"Alright, I'll cook. You just stay here and rest," she said softly. I held her hand and nodded in agreement, appreciating her care.

"Fried rice too, please. With lots of garlic," I added with a big smile, hoping she would grant my request.

She smirked at my reaction, clearly amused by my enthusiastic request.

"Alright, I'll cook. You just stay here and rest," she said softly. I held her hand and nodded in agreement, appreciating her care.

"You look like a tomato," she teased, observing my red face, and I couldn't help but playfully tease her in return.

"Just cook over there. Baby and I are hungry," I instructed, and she nodded, playfully saluting me. I sat and watched her as she continued cooking, admiring her beautiful body, her lovely face, and the gestures that made me fall in love with her.

"I might melt," I joked, avoiding looking directly at her, feeling embarrassed that she caught me staring at her.

"No," I replied, feeling a bit guilty for lying, pretending that I wasn't really staring at her earlier.

"It's cooked," she said happily as she placed the food in front of me. Then, she sat across from me. I picked up a piece of ham and dipped it in soy sauce before taking a bite.

"Is it delicious?" she asked, seeming surprised.

"Ah-uh," I replied with a nod, indicating that it was indeed delicious. After finishing my meal, I watched as Kian ate.

"Thank you, Kian," I expressed my gratitude once again. She looked at me, perhaps touched by my appreciation.

"For what?"

"Because you cooked for me that exactly what I wanted to eat," I answered with a smile. She returned the smile, appreciating the sentiment.

"Estria, it's my duty to serve the one I love," she said, causing my cheeks to flush red once again.

"Don't pretend like you're not excited," she teased back, playfully poking fun at me.

"I'm not excited," I insisted, trying to maintain composure despite the playful banter.