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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"Spence..." I groan against his chest, "I'm being so serious right now. I need you to understand before I move on..."
He pulls me off his chest to search my eyes, a hint of amusement on his face. "I understand....so serious." He places a kiss on my forehead making me melt like ice cream.
"I think my life will literally end if I don't get a pickle slushie."
He laughs at my admission, apparently finding it hilarious. There was nothing hilarious about my life ending without tasting a pickle slush. Which is why I know exactly what will convince him.
"The baby wants a pickle slushie Spence." I pout giving him my puppy dog eyes. His laughter becoming silent as he tugs at his bottom lip with his teeth. "Please." End it with a little flutter of the eyelashes, I know he can't resist.
"This would be easier if Garcia knew, I could enlist her help on tracking down pickle slushies." He admits before stealing a kiss from my lips standing from his seat.
"Where are you going?"
He turns back around standing in the doorway, "Going to find my adorably perfect wife a pickle slushie." His lips quirk up in a small smile.
"You've just earned yourself a blow job." I wink watching the way his face turns bright red in a blush. Freaking adorable.
He hurries out the door when Blake walks in looking back at him confused before meeting my gaze. "Where is he off too in a hurry?" She questions coming to lean against the table as she looks over the evidence boards.
"Earning himself a special treat." I lean back against my chair watching her rub at her chin.
"Do you ever wonder why there are so many pasta shapes?" I question, instantly thinking about the many different pastas I could devour right now.
"No..." she trails off looking at me funny.
"I mean if you think about it, different shapes work better in different recipes. Scoop shaped pasta goes better with lumpy sauces, twisted pasta holds thin sauces, and long spaghetti like noodles pair best with cream or oil based sauces." I hold my hand up getting ready to list off the pasta noodles, "You've got Penne, Ziti, Rigatoni, Fusilli, Gemelli, Cavatappi, Farfalle, Orecchiette, Cavatelli....."
Blake interrupts me, "I think you know way too much about pasta."
I shrug my shoulders, "I lived with Rossi for a few months. You tend to learn way more about Italian cuisine than one should."
"Maybe we can focus on the case for a bit and then we can discuss the validity of pastas and their diverse amounts."
I give her a nod. She was right, I should be focusing on our case and not food. It's just really hard when this sweet little blueberry swimming around my belly has me either eating everything in sight or thinking about eating everything.
