The Choice

18) Omer

"Strapless bra."

I say as Aurora twirls trying on the dress I got her; it's a white short sundress with blue floral prints. I see her in clothes in shops and whenever this happens, I just cannot let it for someone else to wear; these things belong to her only.

"Omer, they fit perfectly. All of them. How?!"

She says stunned as she looks herself in the mirror. I sit on the cushion admiring her beauty from behind as she looks in the mirror across from me. She spins grinning and I smile back as she closes the distance, I reach for her as she leans towards me; I support her waist as she settles in my lap.

"You like them, dove?" I ask nuzzling my face in the crane of her neck. She nods and beams revealing the tiny dimple on her right cheek. "So much, you have no idea!"

"Seriously, how do you know my size?" I rest my hand on her stomach, "I pay attention." I tell her as she arches a brow, "I know that, but they fit as if I tried them before."

"I have your image etched on my mind. No need for you to try when I memorized every dip and curve in your body."

She plants a kiss on my cheek then stands up still smiling to herself as she goes to try another dress.

"Change in front of me, dove."

She throws me a glance over her shoulder then mutters under her breath, "naughty man."

She emerges from the bathroom wearing the other one, it's a longer white one with a slit at the thigh with ribbons as the cut sleeves tied into bows. I frown and she squeals to the mirror when she sees herself then chirps, "what do you think?"

"You look divine in white, dove."

"Why are you scowling, big boy?" she asks grinning, "it's so good also, needs to be ripped off of your body."

She giggles, "no, the guy who bought them paid a lot. We do not want to waste that." She leans down teasing me as her cleavage hovers in front of my face. "This guy will find pleasure in buying them all over again after he rips them off." I tell her and she shakes her head, "I like them."

She picks another one then goes for the bathroom again. We stay like that for a while; her changing giving me the best show I could ever ask and I just give remarks.

Her back is facing me with her hair now up; it's clear she's exhausted then reaches for the hem of her dress and pulls it above her head completely unaware of what she did. She's standing with her bare back; wearing nothing except her panties. I stare at her backside with her still emersed in tying the ribbons at the back of the dress in her hands.

I hear her tiny breaths as she purses her lips with a small frown etched on her face focusing on the ribbons. She has the smoothest skin I ever touched; it's addictive. I stand and stride towards her then she freezes when I stop behind her. I trail my fingers from the back of her neck and down the length of her back. She shivers and goosebumps spread over her body.

I lean in then press my mouth to her ear, "you're getting more comfortable, dove." She hums as she leans into me closing her eyes, "I'm tired, Omer."

"Try the rest later, my love."

She shakes her head, "No, I feel my body aching. I'm exhausted." I frown and spin her facing me, her face is paler. She leans her forehead on my chest and I grip her waist lifting her. I set her on the bed and look for a shirt of mine and put it on her. It covers her more than her clothes.

I grip her thighs, "You're getting flu, my love. You need to wear something to keep you warm."

"Nooooooo." She slurs, "I don't like wearing pants. You keep me warm. No! you'll get sick too." She whines as I fold her clothes and place them on the cushion then open the drawer that has medications, I pick up one for her aching body and place it in her mouth lifting her head to help her drink water.

I round the bed and slide behind her as I wrap my arms around her from behind, she squirms, "Omer, you'll get sick- "Hush, dove. Relax and close your eyes. I got you. Are you warm enough?"

She nods, "Mmm. You're so hot. Oops! - she giggles then continues with her eyes closed, "you're warm. Hot too. Yeah." She starts rocking her body slowly, I frown, "Dove?" she hums in response, "why are you moving like that?" She giggles, "I put myself to sleep this way." I smile, such a baby.

"Mine." I hear her mutter, "what did you say?" I ask a smile playing on my lips, "You're mine." She points at herself poking her chest. "Mine only."

"Yes, dove. Yours only."

I kiss her temple as her breath evens out. She got the flu; her breathing is a bit louder as if she's struggling with its flow in her lungs. I try to massage her chest so it can help with her breathing. I spend the time looking at her face as her lids are closed with her lashes sleeping softly against her cheek. I smile when I see her face twitches into the tiniest smile. I lean in pecking her mouth. My baby.