The End (GxG) (Sequel to The Middle)

Chapter 27

-ROSE'S P.O.V-

    She crawls back on the bed and collapses. After putting the toy away.. I follow and she curls close to me.
"I do good?"
"You always do." Her voice trembles. "I want t"
"No, babygirl." I cut her off.
"But you nev"
"Yes I do, ZZ. Trust me, you carry me multiple times."
"I do?" The tired loud in her whisper.
"Yeah, babe."
    She does. But I don't voice them because I want it to be about her. Maybe if I voiced them she would like it? Be a turn on? I don't know. I haven't tried.
"I love you, Roro." She uses her last strength to say.
"I love you too, Babygirl." I kiss her forehead.
    It's the strangest feeling. But the best. She's made a habit of saying that to me before she sleeps. There use to be like a goodnight after.. But now.. It's just the I love you.
    I can't wait for our wedding. I really can't. Though I am nervous.. I mean.. 5 years.. I think that's long enough of a wait. It will be 6, but still.
    I'm ready. I just hope it is as perfect as Jamie and Lynn's. I know my dad will do anything and everything he can to make it perfect for us.
    I think Zee is ready too. She's so more bright. Though she has always been happy with me, it seems intensified. I love making her happy... to see her smile makes my world spin.
     And my thoughts race but I have to sleep at some point. I know she is going to wake me up, hungry and demand me to cook. It's not really a demand if I like to do it...
     Before another thought crosses my mind, I fall asleep with her in my arms. Home..

    Drool... the love of my life drools.. I woke up because my babygirl drools on me... this is the life.
     I slowly crawls out of the bed. My sleeping angel... drooling sleeping angel.
    I clothe and head upstairs. Mom should be home. Or about to be.
Right as I hit the top step, she walks in the door.
"Hey, mommy dearest."
"Hey Rose. Good Morning."
"And a good evening to you." I smile.
"What are you so chipper for?"
"I'm in love with a woman that thinks it's .. not gross to drool on me. Wakes me up every time."
"Runs in the family. Jamie does it too."
"I wonder who they got that from."
She walks into the kitchen and I follow.
"Their father."
"Want to help me with breakfast? But don't burn my biscuits."
"Yes, Chef."
     I shake my head and laugh.
    After giving an hour of cooking and about to pull out muffins. I open the stove and give mom a count.
5 can't hear.
4 can't hear.
3 hear running up the stairs.
2 heavy ass breathing.
1 Zee.
"Hey babe."
"Food." She breathes out.
"I don't even get a hey. That's sad."
     I put the muffins on the counter. She walks over and hugs me from behind.
"Hey, baby. Food?"
     I sigh heavily. "I'm being used for food."
"Mmhm. Most definitely."
"I'm hurt." I fake sound like I'm sad.
    She kisses my shoulder. "You'll get over it."
"I get drooled on almost every morning. Get up and make you breakfast. And all you want me for is the food."
"I know, you're so awesome, babe."
I huff.
"I love youuuuu" she whines.
    I stay quiet while moving the muffins to a plate. Mom stares at me. Zee can't see me smiling but she can.
"Babe.."
    Nope.
"Baby." She continues trying.
"Roro."
"Ro."
    She leans in and lowers her voice to a barely audible whisper. "Master."
    Nope...
"Red." She whipsers.
     She growls. Not kinky growl.
"Babygirl, muffins. Table? Table muffins?"
"I just went through all that for you to tell me to put damn muffins on the table? Are you fucking serious?"
"I got it." Mom takes the plate from me with a smirk.
"Thanks." I mumble.
     Zee leans in and bites my earlobe when Mom is out.
"Payback is a bitch."
"I didn't even do anything. I got up and made breakfast for youuuu. And now.." I sigh. "You confuse me.."
"I'm sorry."
    I turn around and wrap my arms around her waist. "The things you do to me."
"I could do a lot more."
"I currently don't want anymore confusion.. I made breakfast. Let's eat."
     Her eyes deepen as she goes into thought. The normal bright rays start to turn darker. A sadness sets in.
     I guess it's my fault I always mess with her about these things... sometimes she can't catch my jokes and it turns sad quickly. Like now. She confuses me.
     I didn't actually do anything wrong. I got up and made her breakfast.. like I do every day. Maybe she's just hungry.. her mood always changes when she is hungry.
"Baby? Did you hear me?"
     She was talking the whole time?
     Her thumb lightly presses between my brows.
"You're thinking hard. Why?"
"Just confused, babygirl. It's okay."
     Her eyes line with worry and sorrow.
"I'm sorry."
     I lean on and kiss her forehead.
"It's okay."
     Though her eyes don't believe me.. She drops it. For now.
     We eat and it's filled with mom talking about this old guy in the er today. Something about how he couldn't stop laughing. They thought he was high. Which it came to find out someone released a ton of laughing gas in a nursing home.
     Zee's eyes stick to me, even though I focus on my food and listen to mom. She confuses the fuck out of me, Zee does. One moment she can be joking...
     I'll joke back. Then another it can turn south. And it makes me feel bad even though I'm doing everything I can just to keep her happy. Maybe I'm not doing enough.
"Alright ladies. I'm going to bed. I have another night shift at 6 tonight."
"Okay, mom."
     Mom walks off to bed. I start cleaning up the kitchen. Though I cleaned up while baking, I still need to clean our plates and stuff.
"Let me help?"
"No, it's okay. There aren't many. I got it." I smile to her.
    She frowns but nods. Her walk out was slumped and sad. But I want her to be happy... She confuses meeeee.
     I finish and make my way downstairs. Kind of regretting what I might come in to. Maybe.
     She is laying on your bed, naked. And reading. I actually don't know if she saw me come in. She's focused on her book.
     I strip down and crawl in bed next to her. She nearly jumps off the bed. Her book thrown across the room.
"BABE."
"I didn't do anything."
     She groans. I sigh and go get her book. Reading the back before giving it back. Mystery.. interesting.
     Zee has always interested me. She never has a dull moment for me. Behind the scenes, she is a lot like me. Music, colors.. likes... She's just a tad bit more pink.
     But like I said. I love pink on her. Any other pink...fuck no. And I know. It makes no sense.
     She takes her book, finding its place and marking it before putting it away.
"Talk to me, Ro. What can I do?"
"There nothing really to talk about, babe." I flop down on the bed.
She climbs on me and straddles my ass. Her hands begin to massage me. God I love how she does this. How she can work with her hands...
"I don't believe you."
"You confuse me sometimes, ZZ."
"Tell me and maybe I can fix it and prevent."
"Well.."
    Her hands moving up my back slowly is actually helping. It always does.
"Well sometimes you can't tell when I am joking. Zee, I try so hard to make sure you're always happy... And when I joke.. sometimes you don't get it and you get so sad. Which confuses me because I'm only joking. But I try so hard to keep you happy.. just sometimes feel like it's not enough."
"Rose. No. You are more than enough for me. Everything you do is perfect and I love you for it. I'll work on picking up your jokes. You know it's never been my strong suit. I AM happy with you, Roro. Never a moment I'm not." She pauses. "Except when you made me throw my book across the room."
     She tries for a joke and I laugh. "I'm sorry."
"Besides, Rose. You think I wouldn't be over the moon in love with you. Ready to be your wife any second.. if you weren't enough? You never had to be perfect for me but yet you are. And I love you so much for it. Don't doubt anything for a second. Okay?"
"Okay."
    She kisses the back of my neck as her hands slide up. I hum softly to her touches. Which doesn't last long because she flops down on me and lays.
"Umf."
"Take naaaap. Take naaap with meeee." She whines.
"Are you planning on sleeping like this?"
"No. I want to hold you though."
"Let's work a happy medium? But it means you have to get off."
"But you're so soft. And warm."
"ZZ. You'll still be holding me. So.. the words you just spoke were pointless."
"Fine. Fine."
    She rolls off of me. After climbing under the covers, her arms wrap around my stomach and back. She props her head on my arm as I hold her.
"Better?"
"Much. I don't know if I'd ever be able to not sleep with you. In your arms."
"Same, ZZ."
    She takes a deep breath. I do what I do best. Coo her to sleep.
"Zhee.."
"No" of course, always protests.
"Zhee."
She yawns.
"Zhee.."
"I love you, Roro."
"I love you too, ZZ."
    I listen to her heartbeat. And mine syncs with hers and I fall asleep. I love this woman. More than anything. More than pizza. And I fucking love pizza with a godly passion.