Sunday Finnegan is the definition of chaotically detailed. She is powered by coffee thanks to her addiction of reading smutty books till 3am, cheerfully goofy and optimistic to a fault.
She's fresh out of Quantico and already has her first big girl...
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"This is oddly calming." Spence states taking his time carefully coloring the intricate details of his 2D zeolites coloring page.
"You know, there are 200 zeolites that have been discovered so far. Which is fascinating because discovering new zeolites is considered challenging with how time consuming and difficult it is to make in a lab." He explains, heat spreading throughout my core.
"Spence I'm gonna need you to chill out on the sexy science rambles or we will not be finishing our homework." I warn him.
"Do you ever wonder how drastically different we would be if we had met in college....forget the fact that I was 17 when I got my first PhD....but if we were just two regular people following the same timeline as everyone else....what I'm trying to say is I would have been more motivated to get another PhD if my reward was you." He rambled adorably.
I stand up making my way towards him. He drops his marker on the table when I scoot him back enough for me to straddle him on our kitchen chair.
"Ask the questions." I tell him.
He gets all flustered, his mind racing between asking and touching me. Clearly he chose the later because his hands come up to massage my thighs and hips. His perfect lips leaving a trail of kisses down my neck. My entire body heating.
"What do you find exciting in life right now?" He asks his lips brushing my collarbone.
"Our wedding..." I answer struggling to focus already. "You...what about you?" I question him.
"Wedding of course..." he slowly kisses his way across to my other collarbone. "But I'm ready to officially be your husband." He says in between kisses, going back to my neck.
"How do you think we could have more fun in our life?" He asks the next question.
"Right now...sex." I answer a bit breathless when he starts biting and sucking on my neck.
"Answer.....the.....question....." He orders in between his sweet torture on my neck.
"Truthfully, more date nights. With our work...I just want us to make time for us to go on actual dates.....don't get me wrong I love watching our shows and reading books together. But once we are married and try...." I pause taking a deep breath, the pain spreading throughout my chest gripping my heart at the thought of our baby....the baby I lost.....
Spence pulls away from my neck his hands cupping my face while his thumbs caress my cheek.
"Once we become parents, date nights will need to be a priority...so why not start now." A lump starts to form in my throat...I never got to know if our baby was a boy or a girl....I like to think it was a she. Just like I'll never get to hold them, kiss their sweet baby forehead, or hold their little tiny baby hand in mine. I'll never get to experience all their firsts...first laugh, first step, or first day of school. All of these moments stolen from us.
