Loving You

Chapter 20

AIDAN'S POV

     I wake up with sunlight in my eyes. Rubbing my eyes, I shift myself onto my elbows and look around the slightly sun lit room. Clothes are discarded in various places, reminding me of the night before. I blush at the memory as someone beside me shifts around. I look down and see Paris still fast asleep, mouth slightly agape and soft snores emanating from his mouth. I brush a piece of hair that had fallen onto his forehead and he subconsciously leans into my touch. I sigh wistfully at the sight and rub my finger over his morning 5'oclock shadow. Leaning down I place a kiss on his lips before slowly sliding my way out of bed. When my feet touch the floor and I stand a sharp pain flares in my lower back.

     "Shit." I hiss. I forgot that would hurt. After looking to make sure Paris was still asleep, I make my way over to my closet and grab a clean pair of briefs. I spot the bear-frog Dad gave me awhile ago on the floor. I sit it on my bedside table, patting its head . I pull the briefs on before making my way out of the room and downstairs, limping the entire way in pain. I find a bottle of pain killers in a bathroom on the first floor and I have to stiffle my cry of accomplishment so I don't wake Paris. Swiftly opening the bottle I pop two of the pills into my mouth before putting the bottle back into the bathroom cabinet. I make my way into the kitchen and turn the light on immediately the room is flooded with warm light. I stretch my aching muscles and make my way to the refrigerator. 

     "What to cook..." I trail off as I look into the fridge. There's plenty of food so I decide on bacon, eggs, toast, and fruit. I grab the ingredients, and at the last minute I also grab the Scrabble. I love that stuff. After closing the refrigerator door I place all the items on the island counter. I hum as I walk around the kitchen picking out all the needed pans and cooking utensils. Five minutes later sizzling and popping are the only sounds besides my random humming. I twirl in a circle and shake my hips as I place the toast into the toaster. I tighten the belt of the apron im wearing as I begin working on the bacon. Wouldn't want any hot grease to land on my skin. Half an hour later I'm finishing the eggs, which are fast to cook. Suddenly I feel a pair of muscular arms surrounding my waist and I jump, slightly startled. Paris kisses my cheek and I giggle at the feel of his light beard rubbing against my cheek.

     "Smells good." He says in a gruff voice. I turn the stove off before turning in his arms and giving him a kiss. It lasts for about ten seconds before I pull away smiling.

     "Sit down at the table and I'll make our plates." Paris nods and kisses me on the collar bone before shuffling over to the kitchen table. It doesn't take long to make our plates and I'm soon joining Paris at the table. He gives me a sleepy smile before eating. Its silent as we enjoy our meal with occasional satisfied moans coming from Paris. I hold in my chuckles and he seems to notice, sticking out his tongue after he swallows a piece of bacon.

     "Thanks babe, that was awesome." He says. I blush and shrug my shoulders.

     "Its not much, but I thought I'd make breakfast fo-" Paris cuts me off by kissing me.

     "It was the best be breakfast ever, thank you." I sheepishly tell him you're welcome. Grabbing our empty plates, I stand up and make my way to the sink. I run dish water and begin to walk around the kitchen, gathering the other dirty dishes.

     "Sweetheart leave that for later or put them in the dishwasher. Lets go snuggle." Paris says playfully. I shake my head in amusement.

     "No, its best to them now so I don't have to worry about them later. Plus, washing the dishes is kind of relaxing." I tell him. Paris pouts and walks towards me. He wraps his arms around my waist and places his hands ad on my back.