This is the last of this series. The couple 4months after their honeymoon.Stella died and Nicki's pregnant here's the story.
Chapter 1:
"Oh. My. God... I am the luckiest woman in the fucking world... Jus look at him... *bites lip* He is so damn sexy. Those arms are just... oh." Nicki thought as she watched Drake continue to do his chin ups. She eyed the muscles contracting in his back with each lift he made. Sweat trickled down the nape of his neck... his shoulders. Nicki stopped pedaling on the exercise bike to admire him. She untwisted the cap on her Dasani bottle and took a swig to cool herself off for more reasons than one. As she sat on the bike, Drake took a moment to himself. He stood in place for a second before turning around. When he faced Nicki, he wasn't surprised to find her staring him down. He licked his lips and gave her a wink. Nicki giggled as he walked over to her.
"Thirsty?" She asked.
"Just a little."
Nicki handed him her ice cold water bottle. Drake took a few sips before pouring it over his head.
"Drake??"
"What?" He handed her back the empty bottle. She looked inside as if something were left.
"Nothing." She shook her head and looked back up at him. A smile mischievously snuck across her face. "Come here."
Drake took a step toward her.
"Closer."
He took another step.
"Closer."
Drake smiled and stepped even closer.
"Bend down."
Drake leaned into her. Nicki quickly hit him upside his head with her Dasani bottle.
"Aye?!" He backed away.
"That was for wasting all my water." She laughed.
"I didn't waste it."
"Well you didn't drink it. That's wasting it, sir."
"I drunk some."
"Some. Point blank."
"Are you gettin smart wit me?" He raised an eyebrow.
"No."
"I think you gettin smart wit me."
"Haha, I'm not babe. Chill."
"Nah." Drake wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into an embrace.
"Ewww!!! Aubrey get off!!! You're all wet!! And sweaty!!! Stooop!!!" Nicki struggled to get out of his arms.
"But I love you." He hugged her tighter.
"Drake stop!" She laughed. "You're making me all wet! Let me go!"
He loosened his grip and Nicki pushed him off. "Jerk." She then took her towel from around her neck and wiped her face and arms.
"I'm sorry." He frowned. "Forgive me?"
"It depends."
"On?"
Nicki bit the edge of her bottom lip as she looked him over. "Lemme dry you off..."
"And then I'm forgiven?"
"Mhm." She nodded her head.
Drake walked over to her once more.
"Close your eyes." She told him. Drake did just that. Nic delicately began wiping the moisture from his face. She wiped from his forehead, to his temples. From his eyebrows to his cheeks. Nicki dried his nose and then his chin. He opened his eyes when she reached his neck. Drake watched her as she moved down to his chest. When she ran the towel over his right pec, he made his muscle jump.
