No Way Out [Book 3]

Chapter 13 - Into The Tiles

***Bea's POV

"That was the best omelet I've eaten in my entire life," Harry says, setting his empty plate on the coffee table. "I hope you didn't want a bite cos I devoured it."

"That's okay, Babe," I wave it off and strategically place my crumpled napkin in my bowl. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I did, and how was your breakfast, Love?" he asks and I hum in answer while taking a sip of my milk. "You and Ferris are two peas in a pod with your love for oatmeal, y'know?"

"Aw, our baby, our babies, Harry. I miss them so much."

"Me too, although, I think this little time away was good for us."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right. I'm always right," he chuckles and I dramatically roll my eyes while making a gagging motion. "Okay, not always, but I am right when I say that we should hurry. It's already ten."

"Hmm, sounds like we should save time by-"

"Please say it, Baby."

"Showering together," I giggle and he raises his arms in victory. "I'm married to a goofball."

"A goofball who gets to see you naked," he smugly says and I agree with him. "So, Mrs. Goofball, why don't you get the shower nice and hot and I'll set the food tray outside the door."

"Deal," I kiss his cheek and my jaw drops. "Are you blushing?" I teasingly ask, moving to straddle his lap and he shakes his head. "C'mon, admit it. I made you blush."

"Did not," he protests and I card my hands through his hair. As I begin massaging, he groans in approval and I realize I have him wrapped around my little finger. "Okay, you made me blush."

Harry opens his eyes and there's a hint of a smile and it makes me smile. As he wraps his arms around my waist, neither of us say a word. It's just the quiet sound of our breathing as we look at each other with what I can only describe as adoration.

I love this man more than I can say.

"Uhm, we should-"

"Get in the shower," I finish his sentence, making us both laugh and he helps me stand up. "I'll meet you in there."

"Okay, Baby."

I walk into the bathroom and decide to brush my teeth since I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that we'll be making out in the shower.

Or snogging as Harry calls it. His British words are so funny.

"Beatrice, would you care to tell me why you only ate half of your oatmeal?" he asks in a chiding tone, walking over to me and he grabs his toothbrush.

"It was filling with all that fruit and toast. Besides, I wasn't starving."

Harry hums with a mouthful of toothpaste, indicating he wants to say something but since he can't, I walk over to the shower. As I slide the glass door open, I hope with every fiber of my being that he just lets this go because it's not that important.

I turn on the faucet and get the water nice and hot; hot enough to see steam because that's how we like our showers. While it heats up, I walk over to the toilet and take out my tampon. I ignore the dark color and clots as I wrap it in toilet paper before throwing it away because it's nothing new.

It's fine. You're fine, Bea.

"Love, did you already pack my razor and shaving cream?"

"Uhm, yeah, I think so. Sorry."