Maybe We Shouldn't...| SCK AU story

25 • Baby Confidential 👶👣🍼

Serkan

        My sweet Eda says all we do is have sex. She said I stared at her like she just landed in our living room in a space craft when she made that comment. Since when is it a crime to want to have sex with your girlfriend? The woman you find incredibly hot and can't seem to keep your tentacles to yourself when she's in close proximity. This is all her fault. I wouldn't find her irresistible if she isn't a walking wet dream and didn't smell like heavenly flowers. Armed with a professorial expression, I told her that regular sex raises the Serotonin level. Her exaggerated eye roll confirmed that she wasn't impressed by the tidbit of knowledge I imparted. When Eda asked me what I wanted to do after dinner, I said shower sex before bed. She said a game of Scrabble. I didn't want to rock the boat—again—so I agreed to a game of Scrabble—with a twist—dirty Scrabble. In this version, we can only create dirty words. I also tried to appease both parties by suggesting that we play Scrabble followed by hot shower sex before bed. I'm fast learning that negotiation is imperative-- this technique usually leaves both parties pretty satisfied. To my chagrin, Eda rejected the latter—choosing to read in bed instead. Of course, my dick wasn't happy, but I had to school him on the concept of 'happy wife, happy life. I had to remind him that compromise and negotiation are part and parcel of being in a relationship—if I don't want to end up in the doghouse on a regular basis, that is.

          With Great Expectations by Charles Dickens clasped in one hand, and the other one dipped in a large bowl of onion rings—I lose my kitten to one of her favourite novels. I sidle up beside her and reach up to remove her reading glasses—kissing her neck and murmuring, "how about you keep on reading and I—perform cunnilingus on you while you're doing that. It's a win-win, baby. You're happy and I get to indulge in my favourite activity."

Eda dips her chin and glares at me over the reading glasses she slips back on—wearing a half scowl and half grimace on her serious face.

       "Sweetheart—my girly part needs a break. Not tonight babe—I'm not in the mood. Why don't you finish watching your show—The Last of Us?"

Did I say previously that I enjoy domesticity? And what's with the onion rings in bed? Perhaps I'm just being paranoid, but is this her way of deterring me from attacking her like a horny beast tonight?                                      

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         I didn't hesitate to say yes to Alayna's invite to have lunch with her on this rainy, gloomy afternoon. Catching up with my bestie is precisely the distraction I need. A detour to save me from going stir crazy with these outrageous thoughts replaying in my head the past few days. The raindrops pelt against the windowpane. I've never been a fan of rain but there's something comforting about the sound it makes as the droplets hit the roof—in a steady rhythm—like a metronome. Staring at my reflection in the mirror—I let out a sigh. I reach for the army green cropped hoodie and matching high-waisted jogger—opting for a comfortable outfit to wear with my oatmeal color Chelsea rainboots. With minimal makeup on my face—I pull my hair into a low messy bun and head out to meet my bestie. Alayna waves from a booth by the atrium as soon as I approach the hostess station at Oceana Coastal Kitchen--a popular restaurant overlooking Mission Bay.

       "Hello, babe—it's been a minute, huh? Ooh la la—you look radiant."

Alayna pulls me in for a hug and air kisses me on both cheeks.

       "Muah--muah. How the hell have you been?"

       "There must be a new definition for radiant, cuz I feel like a Japanese blowfish. If I didn't know any better, I would think—me preggo."