Another Cliché Love Story

Baby Problems

Elijah drives me to my house and thankfully Elizabeth isn't here.

I go throw my shit in my room and meet Elijah back downstairs.

I let Xavier roam the house and I sit on the couch with Elijah.

"I'm hungry." I tell him.

"Me too." He replies.

"What you want to eat?" I ask.

"You."

I bust out laughing, because I wasn't expecting that. My cheeks hot, even though what he said was incredibly cheesy.

"Why are you laughing I'm serious?" He smirks.

I shake my head and grab my phone. "You'll have to settle for pizza."

"That works too."

I call for a pizza and get sausage.

"I gotta go to practice in a little bit though you wanna come with."

I really don't want too. "Maybe another time, I wanna be there for Beatrice during her pregnancy."

He nods and turns on the TV.

"You watch Grey's Anatomy?" I ask.

He nods and loss at me with a raised brow. "You don't?"

I shake my head.

"Hell no. We have to go back at least three seasons back."

We watch a few episodes and it's officially my new show.

Derrick and Meredith are the best.

"They aren't going to make it." I tell Elijah. A doctor and resident will never make it.

"That's how Derrick and Meredith were in the beginning."

An hour or so later the doorbell rings.

Xavier comes running and I get up and go to the door and open it. Xavier goes rushing out and the pizza delivery guy looks a little nervous.

"Here you go ma'am. One large sausage pizza with bread sticks. That'll be $11.99."

I hand the man a hundred dollar bill, feeling generous.

He smiles gratefully at me as I take the pizza.

I bring it back to the living room and set it down on the table.

"You should probably change, you'll fuck up your clothes." Elijah advises.

"You're right." I tell him standing and going up stairs.

I go to my room and put on my booty shorts and t-shirts mindlessly. Look it's not my fault I wear short clothes when I'm sleeping, I mean it kinda is, but I'm definitely not wearing this because of him.

I go back downstairs and see he's eating a slice of pizza.

He looks at me a little but longer than normal.

"Did you wear that for me?" He asks, clearing his voice.

"No. These are just my pajamas." I tell him, walking to the couch.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me onto his lap.

"EW! Your hands are greasy!"

He chuckles and pants a kiss on my neck.

I wince.

"Yeah, your hickey is a little raw. Sorry."

"Are you really?" I ask.