Sheo Forever

Chapter 44 - First Day of Filming

Shai POV –

First day of Allegiant Part 1 filming, and I am awoken from a restless sleep by a phone call from my husband.

"What do you want?" I answer, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Well hello there, my beautiful wife. How are you on this fine morning?" he asks, sounding stupid.

"Shut up. Why did you wake me at," I roll over and check my alarm clock, "six AM? I don't have to be at set until eight, which means I don't have to be up for another hour." Not that I was sleeping that well anyways.

The good thing about living in Atlanta was that we didn't have to travel far for filming; the studio was just a shirt thirty minute drive.

"I woke you up, baby, because I am up. And if I am up, you have to be up." He states.

 I huff, laying back across Theo's side of the bed. I inhale his scent deeply before replying. "How are you feeling anyway, bubs? How's your pain?"

I hear Theo sigh over the phone. "I missed you." He says, avoiding my question. "I couldn't sleep properly without you. I need you in my arms, I need your body."

My heart flutters in my chest upon hearing those words. I was the same, I didn't get more than two hours sleep before I woke up again, feeling lonely. "I missed you too. But, how is your pain?" I ask. I roll over and burry myself into the blankets, laying on my stomach like a star fish.

"It's still there. I don't want to say how much it hurts because I want to get out of here as soon as I can," he justifies, quietly.

"Theo," I whisper, hearing his croaked voice. "I love you, but you are staying in that hospital until you are one-hundred percent and that's final."

"Okay," I hear him mumble across the line. "What are you doing now?" he asks, changing topic.

"Just lying in your bed," I state, simply. "What are you doing up at six AM. Anyways?"

"Nurses had to come in and check my vitals, as they put it. I think they just wanted to feel my sexy abs." he says. I can hear him smiling through the phone.

"Your sexy abs, did you say?"

"Yeah, you know, my six-pack of abs. The ones I got from working out at the gym. The ones you looove," he says, stretching out the last word.

"I think I know which ones you are talking about. But why would anyone want to touch them, they aren't that good," I say, trying not to laugh.

"Oh, don't bullshit with me, my lady. You couldn't get enough of them yesterday! Oh-oh! And what about our honeymoon? Where you made me stay shirtless most of the time so you could stare at my chiselled abs and defined chest," he chuckles.