Josilyn Pov
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"Wake up beautiful," I hear whispering and then a sweet feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I groaned and shook my head stubbornly as I turned my head in the opposite direction of the harsh sun rays I felt on my eyes. I huffed whenever I was reminded there were windows on both side, in which he had the curtains pulled open puroosely.
There was shuffling on the bed and it wasn't long before I felt that sweet feeling again. I smiled when I suddenly realized it wasn't only in my stomach, but on it as well. He was down there again.
I blindly put my hand under the cover and, sure enough, I felt his unruly head of hair. I thread my fingers through it and lightly tugged at the strands.
"Lou," I giggle. "Stop waking me up like this."
"You know you love it," he continued and I grunted, trying to move around. But it was then that I realized his arms were on either side of my waists. He pressed his thumbs into my hipbones to hold me down firmly as he kissed me more.
I couldn't stop giggling. He knew this drove me crazy.
"I'm awake, I'm awake." I spoke in surrender.
"Is he awake?" It was the same response everyday.
"Yes Lou, we're both wide awake." I promised him.
I stared at the lump underneath the cover as he stopped his movements for a moment. When he finally moved again, I gasped at his actions. His limit was no longer just on my stomach as I found his lips then kissing down lower from it.
"Wrong direction!" I squeaked and he laughed.
He changed his direction and instead of going down south, he went up north, which I was much more pleased with. He continued to leave smooth, lingering kisses up my stomach. It wasn't long before, as he made his way through the valley of my chest, did I find his head poking from under the cover.
He did not neglect leaving affection on my neck either. His lips trailed from my collarbone, up my neck, behind my ear, to my jaw, cheek, and then he froze. He lifted his head and finally dark green met light.
I smiled at him, "Morning."
He chuckled and smiled down at me from his hovering height, "Good morning beautiful.. and handsome," he gently rubs my barely visible baby bump.
"You should really stop calling it handsome. Babe, what if it's a girl?" I pout.
"It's better than calling them an it. But if he is a girl, then I'll apologize to her when she's born." He promises.
"Now up," he instructs and holds his hands out for me. I grab onto them and he pulls me into a sit up position.
"Why don't you go take a shower while I make us breakfast?" Lou suggests and I nod.
"Okay I-"
"But be careful. I don't need you slipping or anything happening to you." He looks at me seriously as I stand.
I scoff and smile, "I'll be fine."
"Okay," he mumbles, "I love you."
"I love you," I repeat and he kisses my forehead, turning and leaving out towards the fully stocked kitchen.
I walk over to my loaded suitcase and open it up. I ponder over what to wear today. "Can we go to the beach again?" I shout loud enough for him to hear.
"Whatever you want babe," he shouts back.
I grab my bikini, a shirt, and a pair of shorts, setting a pair of flip-flops off to the side. The secretive, sunny, isolated island in which he's brought us to is such a contrast from where we live. It's sunny every day here but I know the temperature is dropping at home, preparing for December.
