Bae || n.g.

Chapter 19

Nash's POV
7:30 AM

Today was when we would leave for Orlando. I looked over at Ireland, still in the bed and smiled. She was going to wake up any minute. She arched her back and squeezed her eyes tighter before she opened them a little.

"Hey, Nashty," she said quietly. I kissed her forehead and went to go make coffee. I'd been needing more of it lately.
Ireland got up and wrapped a fleece blanket around her shoulders and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Do you want a Redbull?" I asked her.

"Not today. Just coffee's fine," she said. I nodded and emptied the rest of the coffee in her plain gray travel mug. I had mine in a blue one.

"'Kay now let's get ready, yeah?" she said tiredly. I nodded again. She grabbed her things and went into the bathroom. We were just flying so I put a pair of black joggers on and a Coco Chanel shirt that Ireland got me. Just as I was slipping my Nike Roshes on, Ireland came out.

She had on her Coco Chanel two-piece with her black Nike Roshes.

"I guess we're gonna be that twinning couple on the airplane because I'm not taking this off," I said. She giggled and went to the side of the room to grab her makeup bag.

"Don't put your makeup on. You're too beautiful to cover your face up."

Ireland turned around and smiled slightly. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she looked beautiful. There were a few acne scars on her face and bags under her eyes. She was absolutely gorgeous.

Ireland made her way over to me and kissed my nose before wrapping her arms around my waist. I set my arms around her shoulders and leaned my head on hers.

"Nash, we need to start packing," she said softly. I nodded and slowly let her go. My suitcase was already packed so I made the bed while sipping my coffee. When I finished making the bed, I sat on it and watched Ireland put her things into a suitcase and duffel bag. She carefully folded each of her shirts. If one of them didn't look exactly right, she folded it again. There was an order for things that I had noticed. Pants on the left side, shirts in the middle, dresses and skirts on the right. In her duffel she put her shoes, all with their laces tied and tucked in neatly, undergarments, perfectly rolled and stashed in the corner, and her makeup bag and hair styling things. I watched her in awe as she easily zipped both containers closed without a single struggle.

"Next time, why don't you pack my bag?" I asked sarcastically. Ireland said nothing and dumped all of my wrinkled shirts out onto the bed. I frowned.

"Babe, I was kidding. You don't have to pack my bag, I did it last night," I stood up and started shoving random shirts and socks into the case, while she was vigorously taking things out. I eventually gave up and sat back down watching her. She started with pants, on the left side, then folded each of my shirts and put them in the middle, my dressier shirts and slacks were on the right. She started tying my laces and folding them into my duffel. She then moved to my undergarments without a blink. She ironed, then folded, re-folded and set them in one at a time. I got bored of sitting and watching the continuous routine and got up and stood behind her. Wrapping my arms around Ireland's waist, I gently kissed her shoulder, then her neck. She didn't stop once. I grew frustrated with her lack of reaction. I started lightly sucking on a spot right above her collar bone. She drew in a sharp breath, then continued folding my socks and underwear.

"Ireland, what's wrong?" I whispered in her ear, giving up a little.

"Nothing," she said easily, her shoulders rising and falling.

"You need to relax, baby. You've been folding that pair for about three minutes." I tugged her into me even more and smiled. She had an indifferent face.