Labyrinth

Chapter 21

Thomas's POV

I look over to the passenger seat when I hear soft breathing and Chloe had slouched slightly, fallen asleep.

I resisted the urge to coo at her and smiled, knowing she couldn't see it.

Seeing as she had the key in her bag and I didn't want to invade her privacy, I drive back to ours. Plus, it'll be nice to have her with us for a bit longer.

Yes, I know that's selfish and obsessive of me but I can't help it when it comes to Chloe. She's irresistible. 

The car ride is the perfect combination  of the peaceful things in my life. The soft humming of music in the background, the driving along country roads and the, almost inaudible, snores of Chloe, the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on.

Tonight has allowed me to forget about everything that is in our way. 

The drive goes by in no time and I pull up in front of our door, making sure that the passenger side is closest to the door.

I climb out of the car and unlock the front door. Then, I make my way to Chloe, opening the door and unfastening her seat belt, gently picking her up.

As I walk to the door I hear Nathaniel shouting, "Thomas? Is that you?"

I walk through the door and close it with the sole of my foot, not wanting to risk dropping Chloe.

"Shh." I warn, looking at Nathaniel, who is descending the stairs.

"Did you knock her out, or something?" Nathaniel jokes.

I don't give him the privilege of a response as I glare at him and take Chloe past him to my room. I know that there are spare bedrooms but I like the thought of her being in my room.

I place Chloe in my bed and slowly take her jeans off knowing that they're uncomfortable to sleep in. I creep into my bathroom, shedding all my clothes except my boxers and get myself ready to sleep.

When I re-enter my room, I see Chloe tucked under the covers with Nathaniel behind her.

"She looked lonely." Nathaniel shrugged with a smirk across his face.

I shake my head at him and climb in on the other side of her, "Goodnight, Little One. Goodnight, Nate." I suppress my smile at using Chloe's nickname for him.

Chloe's POV

I wake up to a soothing hand on my back. I turn over to see Nathaniel's rugged hair covering his face, "Good morning, Princess."

"Morning." I smile at him. I feel an arm around my waist and move my neck to see Thomas's peaceful form. 

"Want to get up?" Nathaniel asks. I nod and move slowly out of Thomas's grasp.

"I don't want to wake him up." I whisper to Nathaniel in response to his amused look.

"You're adorable." He mutters. This time I glare at him and he raises his eyebrow.

Once we're finally out of the room, I take Nathaniel's hand, "He deserves to sleep a little longer." 

"And I don't?" He teases.

"Nope. You're too cheeky to sleep." I let go of his hand as we reach the kitchen and I sit on a barstool.

"I'm cheeky now?" Nathaniel places a hand on his heart, "You're hurting me, Princess."

"Shush." I giggle, "What do you want?" I get up from the stool and walk around the counter.

"What do I want?" He asks, confused.

"For breakfast..." I say in an obvious tone.

He gasps, "No."

"No?" I stop where I am, halfway through opening the fridge.

"Sit down, you're our guest." He moves towards me.

"So? I'll cook for you two. Now, what do you want to eat?" I turn around to open the fridge door again.

Before I can fully open the door, it's pushed close and I'm against it.

"Princess." Nathaniel breathes into my ear, "Sit your pretty ass down and let me cook for you."

I move back into him slightly earning a groan. "Why?"

"Are you disobeying me?" He rhetorically questions, "Surely my good-" He pushes me further into the door with his hips, "-girl-," he thrusts again, "-wouldn't do that."

I can feel his bulge pressing into me and the breath on my neck isn't helping.

"Hmm?" He pushes on.

"Maybe she's just being nice, sir." I breathily tease.

He pulls back slightly and I think he's about to let me go but then he spanks me. I groan.

"So my slut is being disrespectful now, too?" He pushes me back against the fridge. " I think that needs to be corrected, hmm?"

"With some breakfast?" I laugh lightly, still distracted by his overwhelming presence.

He bites my neck slightly and then turns me around, kissing me deeply. "Go sit down. I'll deal with the brat later." Nathaniel says, a smirk gracing his face.

"Yes, daddy." I bat my eyelashes at him and turn towards the barstool.

"So, what do you want, Princess?" He asks opposite me.

"Apart from to make your guys' special breakfast?" At his raised eyebrow I answer him properly, "I don't mind, just something light, please."

"Some toast, maybe? Fruit and yoghurt?" Nathaniel asks, leaning forward on the counter.

"Fruit and yoghurt, if that's okay." He immediately moves towards the fridge. The same fridge he pushed me up against. I get butterflies in my stomach again.

"Of course, Princess." Although it isn't the first time either of them has done this - cook for me - it stills feels odd. Oddly domestic? Something like that.

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