"Hi. How was practice?" I smiled standing from the bed as my husband walked through the door.
"Horrible." He answered removing his jacket, sitting in a chair beside me.
"I'm sorry." I sat on Mike's lap running my hands down his shoulders. "Maybe tomorrow will be better baby." I said before gently kissing his cheek.
"I don't like this team. They're nasty, they talk nasty, they act horribly. I don't like it one bit." Mike sighed causing me to place a hand on his chest using the other to make him look into my eyes.
"Why don't you and I go and make dinner then we can jump in the shower and lay in bed together watching movies? How does that sound?" I said before gently giving him a peck on the lips.
"That sounds like a great idea princess." My husband finally smiled causing my heart to flutter. "You look so beautiful." Mike added placing his hands on the side of my face leaning in kissing my lips softly, one of his hands moving around my waist.
"Come on. Let's make breakfast." I stood up trying to pull him up only I ended up in his arms again.
"I know what I want to eat for breakfast."
"Mike!" I gasped giggling before he kissed me running both hands over my bottom. "Mike. Are you not hungry?" I laughed as he pulled me closer, lifting my tank top placing a kiss on my flat stomach.
"I told you what I want." Mike answered playing with the hem of my leggings.
"Baby..." I sighed pulled away. "Can we please eat first? I haven't had lunch I am starving. Please Mike?" I said pulling him to stand up.
"Sweetie you don't have to beg. If you just would've said that it would've been fine." Mike softly kissed my forehead before we walked into the kitchen. "What do you want?" He questioned opening the refrigerator door.
"Um... Just throw me a yogart." I answered causing him to glance over at me before grabbing the yogart cup.
"Why just yogart? I thought you were starving." Mike said wrapping his arms around my waist as I got a spoon out of the drawer.
"I'm not gonna pig out just because I'm hungry." I answered with a laugh causing him to frown. "What is it? You don't want me eating yogart?" I questioned confused.
"Not just yogart. Baby, you need to eat something else." Mike said causing me to pull away from him.
"Mike I can feed myself thank you." I said sitting down at the table.
"Babe. I didn't mean it like that." Mike sighed standing behind me placing his hand on my shoulders. "Why'd you get so upset?" My husband softly massaged m shoulders.
"I don't know. I'm sorry." I apologized causing him to lean down kissing the top of my head. I stood from the table throwing the yogart away then went into our bedroom lying on the king size bed.
"Is it my turn to e-"
"Stop saying that. Please." I sighed once my husband laid on the bed beside me.
"What's wrong?" He questioned wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Nothing... To me it's suppose to me special. It just feels like you're joking about it." I answered with a small sigh.
"Baby I'm not. What's wrong with you today? You just seem like you're in a bad mood." Mike replied softly rubbing my back.
"I'm sorry. I am just bothered by this. I don't want you here. I don't want you playing with this team." I confessed causing him to nod.
"I understand baby. I don't want to either. But we're no sure if I'll have to move out here so let's just make the most of time together while we have it." Mike husband said before kissing my cheek, me nodded my head in agreement. I rested my head on his shoulder cuddling up to Mike. I really don't want him to be here in Chicago. I just want him to be with me. I gasped, Mike pulling me out of my thoughts as he pressed his lips against my neck softly kissing my skin over and over.
"Mike..." I held my breath as he trialed his lips down my neck and onto my collar bones as his hands roamed my body. He pulled away, removing my shirt then kissed me passionately crawling on top of me. A chill was sent throughout my body the second Mike kissed my bare stomach. His hands took hold of my leggings slowly pulling them down causing me to become anxious as he slowly made his way down to my womanhood.
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