My Lovely Alpha

a few days late....

It had been a month since Anthony had proposed, a month since our night of passion. Now its a week until the wedding and I haven't even got a dress!

I'm freaking OUT! Just breathe I thought sitting up in our bed. I smelled Anthony cooking the food, the smell going through my nostrils and into my stomach.

Yummm I thought as I went and did my morning routine in the restroom. After I brushed my teeth I got a funny feeling in the back of my throat but shrugged it off.

As I went to grab the door knob I got a very familiar taste in my mouth, vomit I locked the door dashing over to the toilet and empting my contents from last night.

As I finished up I grabbed the toilet paper blotting my mouth as the toilet flushed. I stood up and looked in the mirror cleaning the remanants of vomit on my mouth. Then I threw the trash away.

I smelled the food again and it was still delicious 😋. I walked down the stairs in one of Anthonys green button up shirts and my hair in a toght bun.

Down the stairs and to the right was the kitchen where Anthony was setting the table. I walked down the last two steps holding the rail.  I turned the corner to the kitchen where the food was on the table and two plates were set across from one another.

I saw him sit down to the table and I followed suit placing a sweet kiss on his forehead. I drug my finger along the edge of the table as I found my spot and began eating the food prepared.

The pancakes were lathered in surup and the bacon was beautifully crisp. I devoured my food using the stincles provided. Anthony chuckled as he saw me eating like a pig.

I slightly blished as I got up stepping around behind him grabbing my plate and tossing it in the sink. I grabbed the sponge located near the curved spicket.

I started to wash the porcelian dish so pretty, it had a fruitsbasket in the center and a brown trim around the edge.  I scrubbed the food reamanants off the plat and afterwards tried to put it in the small cabinet that was refined for only dishes.

Tried get it tried, I reached up on my tippie toes. And still couldn't reach the top shelf.

I huffed in frustration, mad and upset that the dish wouldn't go to the shelf it was supposed to.

"Alright, babe let me help ya with that". Anthony said as i was about to turn into him.

"Thanks" I said as his arms grabbed my hips not allowing me to turn to see him.

"Shall we try it this way?" he questioned I nodded as he hoisted me up to the top shelf with ease. I placed the plate on the shelf without hesitation.

Anthony place me back on the ground this time facing him, I blushed the slightest shade of red. He predssed his lips to mine as he pulled me closer. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I wrapped mine around his shoulders seeing as I can't reach around his neck being so short.

He gently tugged at my bottom lip asking for entrance which I granted. We danced with our toungs passionatly with on another dancing along one anothers toung.

Until we couldn't hold our breath any longer. I pulled away reluctantly as we caught our breath. He rubbed my arms up and down as I hugged his chest reatin my head lightly on his toned stomach.

"I love you" I said passion laced throughout my voice.

"I love you too" he said sweetly.

"I've got to go out today" I said he tightened his grip on my arms as I did on his chest.

"I'll go with you" he said loosening his grip.

"But well ummm.." I thought for a moment as I contemplated on weather or not to say yes.