"Baaaaaabe!! I'm starved! Will you make me something?" Sky blue eyes shifted from the TV to me as my boyfriend said this to me. I shook my head and kept my gaze on the screen. "But please??" He asked giving me his sad and pathetic puppy dog eyes.
"Niall..."
"Yay! So what's on the menu?"
"I didn't say yes," I grumbled standing up and slowly shuffled into the kitchen.
"Thank you Felicia," Niall murmured as he nuzzled his face in my neck a few moments later as I stood at the counter making him a sandwich.
"Nice try, but no amount of sweet talk is gonna get you any extra turkey," I sass, taking a dollop of mustard that had gotten on my finger and streaking it across his nose.
"Thanks," he said sarcastically wiping it off and rubbing it across the back of my neck before I had the chance to stop him.
"Niall," I groan, exasperated by his childishness.
"What? You did it first!" He pouted sticking his tongue out at me.
"Take your stupid sandwich," I say turning and handing him it.
"Thank you," he says sweetly and places a firm kiss on my lip before I can react.
We head back into the living room and take our places on the couch cuddling I to each other as Niall munches his snack.
"You know I'm lucky to have a girl who's willing to make me such delicious sandwiches," he coos I to my ear.
"You smell like mustard," I comment, wrinkling my nose. "And you're lucky to have a girl that makes you any kind sandwiches, or a girl for that matter." I tease as I poke him in he's cheek. He smiles his crooked smile and nods in agreement.
"Nah babe, I'm just lucky to have you. And your sandwiches."
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