You And Me Against The World | ✅

Chapter 45

The next morning, I wake up and the smell of coffee filling the entire apartment already announces a good day. I get out of bed and put on my black silk robe and get my black fuzzy slippers and head downstairs. Tobias is standing in front of the stove just in his boxer briefs preparing our breakfast. I sneak up on him and wrap my arms around his body breathing in his masculine scent.

"Good morning, love," he says with a chuckle.

"Good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?" I ask letting go of him and stepping in front of him to give him a quick peck on the lips.

"Wonderful," he answers smiling. "How about you?"

"Extraordinary. You know I read somewhere that workouts late at night are good for you. They help you rest better," I say with a wide grin on my face.

"Is that so?" he asks smirking.

"Yes, it is. Which made me think," I say snaking my arms around his waist and staring into his beautiful dark blue eyes, "we should do these workouts more often at night." He laughs whole heartily and places a kiss to my forehead.

"I'm all in," he says.

"Oh, I know you are," I say and he looks at me puzzled for a moment until he gets the pun.

"Aren't you a little minx," he says slapping my buttocks lightly.

"Don't pretend you didn't know, mister," I say and slap his buttocks in return.

"Woman," he growls and I look at him. "If you don't stop you'll get me hard and I still have pancakes to make," he says. At the mention of breakfast my stomach growls loudly.

"Alright. You win," I start saying.

"That's not winning," he says returning to his task. "Winning would be if I could take you right here, right now on this kitchen island. But your brother and his girlfriend might arrive soon," he says.

"You are right. But after they leave, you are all mine," I say.

"You can bet your sweet tushi," he says.

"Tushi?"

"Wanted to try it out," he says with a laugh.

"Alright. You need some help?"

"No. Why don't you go put something on before our guests get here? It's hard enough to not rip your clothes off under normal circumstances, let alone when you're wearing a handkerchief," he says and I look down on me. Admittedly the robe is short, but it's not like I have to cover up in my own home.

"Okay. I'll go change and when I'm done you go. Don't think I don't want you just as much and those boxers are a joke. I could rip them off with my teeth," I say teasingly knowing that his mind already imagines me doing that exact same thing.

"Tris, for God's sake. Now look what you have done," he says turning around and I can see the bulge.

"Oops, sorry," I say apologetically. I run up the stairs and get dressed as quickly as I can. I grab a new pair of undies and a sports bra, some sweatpants and a sweatshirt that says "Warrior Princess". I grab the discarded clothes off of the floor and take them into the bathroom and throw them into the laundry basket. I go to the balcony and open the door to let fresh air in and head downstairs to finish our breakfast.

"Warrior Princess?" Tobias asks when he sees my shirt.

"Yeah. Any objections to that?" I ask putting my hands on my hips daring him to say something wrong. He chuckles.

"Babe, you are not a princess. You are a queen. Our daughter will be the princess," he says kissing my lips and snaking his arms around me.

"Tomorrow we'll know," I say in a low voice, but he knows what I mean.