Promised To Love // r.s.l.♡

8

I sat patiently on the couch, eyes fixed on the door ready for his arrival. When I noticed the low rumble of Peach (he named his Lamborghini Peaches Lynch..), I slouched and laid down, aiming to look natural.

"Woah" Ross said in a redneck-like voice. "Why is there a starfish in the place of my wife?"

"Ha. Ha." I stood up and glared at him slightly before giving him a kiss. "How was work?"

"Fairly decent- someone wanted to jump out of the window at some point but nothing team effort could stop" he said positively. "And police"

"Wow, man..sounds kinda bad" I removed his blazer from him and massaged his shoulders.

He sighed. "What do you want? You're being too nice!"

"What?!" I said innocently. "I'm just being kind to my husband, I mean, I can stop if you want-"

"No, no. Just a bit to the left- yes, that's it" I rolled my eyes and travelled to his left shoulder. "It smells like heaven in here, what did you make me?"

"My mean mince pie and some brownies because I had time to spare"

"It's not even my birthday and you're spoiling me" he picked me up and I squealed. "Come and eat with me"

"I ate already because I was too hungry and it smelt too good" I smiled as he put me down. "I, however, need to take a shower"

"A shower, you say..?" His hands glided from my shoulders to my waist in milliseconds. I nodded at his question and fiddled with his tie. "I better go and eat then"

"Yes, you probably should" I winked and twirled out of his arms, making my way upstairs.

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I screwed back the cap for my special (sensitive skin, don't judge me) body wash and washed my face one last time before stepping out of the shower and began to dry myself.

With a towel wrapped tightly around my torso, I brushed through my damp hair, glimpsing at myself. I'm not sure of what's happened but my skin looks really good.

Despite looking in the mirror, and the door being opposite to it, I only noticed Ross' presence when he touched my shoulders and I shrieked. "Did you not see me at all?"

"Nope" I turned around to my partially naked husband. "How'd you like dinner?"

"It was amazing" he leaned to my neck, leaving small kisses. "But, I thought you would've waited for me. Could've saved a load of water today"

"I'm sorry"

"But are you, really?" He arched an eyebrow, which was possibly the hottest thing I've witnessed after the oven with the brownies in (just that image of them in there turned me on).

Slowly, I ran my hands from his shoulders to his hands and released him, pulling on my towel ever so slightly. Just the small gesture caused it to fall to my feet, along with Ross' jaw. "Get in"

"Get in where, love?"

I took his hand and guided him to the shower. He celebrated. "Guess who's in for it today lads?! This one"

I chuckled at his goofiness and was prepared to come back with a sassy remark when I was pushed up against the glass wall, my lips already in contact with his & his hands skating up and down my curves.

Maybe it was the fact we haven't actually done anything (or each other) in almost 10 months but, the urgency and lust in his actions was evident and it radiated from him to me.

"I missed this, babe" he whispered in my ear, biting gently on my earlobe. Again, just as I went to speak, his lips went on my lips strategically to stop me from moaning down the house the moment he got in me.

The many reasons why my husband's IQ is most probably bigger than me.

I giggled at the pleasured expression on his face and not even he could help himself. "Quit judging me"

"I'm not, you just look ridiculously cute and hot all at once"

"That's my gift to the- oh my god I missed this- world" he giggled, squeezing a moan in between.

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I slid some frilly socks on, Ross walking past me to his side of the bed where he touched my hand. It backfired horribly.

I thought by paying more attention to Ross and even returning our intimacy I would feel better but in all reality I felt awful for two reasons.

1: What just happened in the shower was unprotected, which means I may be pregnant again (and even Dalai Lama knows I'm not ready to even think of having another child).

2: I feel uncomfortable with myself.

"What are you thinking of there?" Ross asked quietly. "Thinking of how awesome I am"

I shook my head. "Just stuff"

"What kind of stuff, or is it that personal that-"

"I'm not ready, Ross. I'm not ready for the possiblity of being pregnant again knowing what could happen again" I blurted out. "If there is something wrong, it's me, and it's going to happen again- I have a gut feeling"

"Charlotte. You do know how babies are made, right?" He questioned. "You don't know, it may be me"

"Ross, you're pretty near to flawless. Pretty near, it's me with the faults" I stood up, pacing. "I just thought that after the burial, I would be able to let it go, become happy. But there are some things that you can't bury, and those are my faults"

"Charlie, listen to yourself!" Ross exclaimed, but quietened. "What are you insinuating?"

"I think we should end this"