The Temptation || on hiatus

Chapter Thirty Four; Stop Treating Me Like A Baby

I turn off the shower. "Mm, I can't feel anything." I giggle as I slowly step out then help Jason out as well. So..we did end up having a round two. Not that I'm complaining, even though half of me didn't want to considering I wanted Jason to rest and not be standing and moving for, well...a long time.

I wrap a towel around my body walking out to my bedroom. I hear Jason follow behind, sitting on the bed. I drop my towel slipping on my bra and underwear then walk to the closet changing into skinny jeans and one of Jason's sweatshirts.

I walk over to him sitting on his lap gently and wrap my arms around his neck. I peck his lips. "Go get changed baby." I whisper against his lips and stand up walking out the door and downstairs. I hear him huff as I giggle to myself and roll my eyes.

I walk down to the kitchen seeing the house empty. I sigh seeing a note left on the counter of the island. I pick it up and read it. 'Be home at 7:30pm, love mom.' I roll my eyes jokingly. Yay, nothing to do.

Now I get to stay home with Jason; who can't even walk five steps without having chest pains. How fun is that?! Note my sarcasm. I hear Jason's footsteps walk down the stairs slowly. I turn around seeing him walk to the bottom of the staircase, his arm holding onto the wall to help support him up.

I sigh stressfully. "Jason, can you just please accept the fact that you're not fully capable of walking and standing by yourself?" I mumble wrapping my arm around his waist and grab his forearm so it gently rests across my shoulders. He scoffs as he rolls his eyes.

"Stop worrying so much all the time, jeez. You act like I'm a baby." I glare up at him and push him onto the couch gently as soon as we walk to it. "Don't accuse me of treating you like that. Okay, so what? But what else do you expect me to do for fucks sake!? You fucking got shot Jason! How many times do I have to remind you until it gets through your thick ass skull?!" I shout blowing up at him.

"I treat you like that because I care and I could've lost you, so I wanna make sure you're still okay." I sigh backing away from him, seeing him have somewhat of a taken back and guilty expression. "If you don't want me to treat you like a baby, then you're on your own Jason." I scoff turning around on my heels and stomp up the stairs.

"Babe, c'mon. You're overreacting." I hear Jason call out. "Fuck you." I mutter under my breath hoping he wouldn't hear. I curse mentally at myself knowing that he did in fact hear me. Who knows? Maybe I did make a big deal and overreact about it but I honestly don't care at the moment. He's been getting on my nerves lately.

Hell, he always does actually but that's not the point. I never get a chance to, I don't know, yell at him. And I bet you're probably wondering: 'Why would I wanna yell at Jason?' Well, I feel that that's the only way that he gets things. He either needs it to be repeated, oh I don't know, maybe a million times for it to be understood. That or he needs to be yelled at and disciplined like a freaking child.

I think the yelling works better because he honestly has the mind of a child sometimes, it's ridiculous. But now that I think about it, maybe I was a bit harsh on him. What am I saying? My boyfriend is the Jason McCann. I don't know why I'm worrying. What's the worse that could happen?

Okay so I finally updated and I bet you're probably pissed because I took so long to update and it's short [even though I said it would be] and it sucks. I know I know. But I have a really good idea for the next few chapters. OH ALSO. I uploaded a new story, not any chapters but you know. I need help for a description for the story. So if anyone could help me, comment or message me and I'll follow you because HAPPY HOLIDAYS❄️