Free (Sequel to Trapped)

Ch. 12

Ariana

Thursday, 8:27 am

"How are you so good at cooking?"

"My mom, Ari. I told you a million times."

"I know. But it's so amazing."

"I can teach you, baby girl. You know that."

"No, no! I don't have the patience."

"I know you don't." He walks away from the stove over to me, stopping between my legs.

"Can I have a kiss?"

"Of course you can have a kiss. Why would I say no?"

"Good question." He closes the space between our lips and places his hands on my thighs.

His lips make their way to my neck and I moan. He knew neck kisses were my weakness. They got me every time.

"Mommy? Daddy?" Justin immediately pulls away and we both look to the kitchen doorway.

"Aviella... Hey." Justin says, backing away from me.

"What were you doing?" Aviella asks.

"Nothing, baby girl. Do you feel better?" I say.

"Yeah." She walks over to us and Justin picks her up.

"And what were you saying last night? 'It'll just make it hurt worse'." I mock her and she giggles, burying her head in Aviella's neck.

Justin sits Aviella in my lap, going over to the stove to check on the food, that was probably burnt by now. I rub her stomach and she grins.

"Mommy make it feel better." She says.

"Because mommy is awesome. Daddy, on the other hand..."

"Aviella, remember what was happening when you walked in?" Justin asks.

She nods.

"Did mommy seem to feel the same way then that she does now?" Aviella shakes her head.

"Hmm... Interesting." Justin smirks at me and I roll my eyes.

"I would rather you not involve a five year old in this. Thank you."

"Oh, of course." He says, taking the bacon out of the oven.

He was making pancakes and bacon. I still don't understand why he needed onions for that, but its whatever.

He was gonna cook eggs, but decided against it because he thought they would make me nauseous and he didn't want me to throw up.

3:13 pm

"You're late, Avi." Justin says.

"It's your fault!" She yells, running to her team.

Soccer practice two days in a row did not treat us well. Most of the time we forgot until it was 5 minutes until three. Then Justin would have me drive, because I have a serious case of road rage. Every time I drive. And its seemed to have gotten worse since I got pregnant.

But being pregnant and driving really fast does not mix, as I'm experiencing right now. I place one foot on the ground then the other, using the car door to regain my balance. I slam the door shut and lock the car, Justin placing a hand on my hip to steady me.

"I'm not driving anymore." I tell him.

"That didn't last long at all." He chuckles, tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear.