Shadam: One little kiss

Chapter 11: Carnival

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Adam's POV

We run down the stairs. Hungry. Smiling. Holding hands. We let go as soon as we got near the dinning table. Shakira takes her seat and I run to the kitchen casually.

"So..... What 'ya want for breakfast, baby?", I asked.

"Bacon pancakes!", she screams while trying not to jump outta her seat. It's so weird that I cook breakfast for her. So weird.

"Aww... Shakira wants her bacon pancakes but the doctor said no porky porky for you.", I pouted and tried to say my sentence how they talk to babies.

"But I want it!", she shouted. Half joking, half serious.

"What happens if you don't get your porky porky?", I said with a smirk.

"Um....", she was thinking on how she was gonna throw her tantrum. "Aha! I'll do this!", she said as she jumped to the couch facing her face on the pillow. She screamed so loud it in a high pitched tone. It peirced through my ear drums.

"Ow, ow, ouch! Okay! Okay! I'll give you a little pork!", I said while rubbing my ears. I cook her breakfast the way she likes it and we share the meal.

We finished and she said, "That. Was. Amazing!".

"You like it?", I ask leaning closer towards her face.

"I love it. The way I love you.", she stated.

"Hmm... But who do you love more, me or.... mr.bacon?", I ask with a smirk.

"Don't make it so hard!", she said rolling her eyes, smiling. We stared into each others eyes and I realized that I had to give her something.

"Oh yeah, I got tickets to a carnival later. It's around 11:00 later. So, you and I should get dressed.", I said putting on a small smile.

"But I'm still sick, remember?", she said.

"Ohhhhh, never mind that! We'll just be there for a short time!", I said rolling my eyes trying to convince her.

She took time to decide. "Fine, but only for a short time, okay?", she finally said after deciding. We both head up stairs and got dressed.

----15 mins. later----

"Shakira! It's already 10:45 what's taking you so so long!?", I shouted in irritation. Girls, taking their time.

"Wait! If you say it takes to long for me to get dressed, what about you and your hair!", she shouted with a giggle.

"Well, you alway-", I was cut off by my thinking and I realized. "Oh yeah. Good point!", I agreed. She finally got down the stairs with her hair braided, wearing black and red checkered polo with a pair of jeans and sneakers. She was simple yet still pretty.

"Alright, let's go!", she said. She was so pumped up to go to the carnival. "Why you so pumped up?", I asked.

"Well," she paused. "because it's my first time.", she continued.

"Well, I'm gonna make your first time the best!", I said grabbing her hand going to my car and we drove to the carnival. We played lots of games, Shakira ate a ton of corndogs and we both had fun. She's never tasted corndogs. That's why she loves it. We walked to a game booth and she looked at the prizes.

"I want that one!", she said and jumped like a little girl. She pointed at the giant unicorn plushed animal. I took a closet look and I swung my head to the side she was standing. "Really?", I said with a you-gotta-be-kidding-me look. "Please!", she pouted like a little girl. And I agreed. She squeeled in joy. After playing hit the can, I asked for the unicorn then gave it to Shakira. She squeeled and jumped up and down, again.

It was about 6:00 after riding the teacups. She was so active and I was so tired. She paused as she saw a man. The man looked familiar to her until she pulled me to an unsuspecting hidding place.

"Adam, we have to leave right now!", she she wispered in a serious tone.

"What's the matter?", I asked. We both looked over to see Gerard. Looking around  like he was looking for something.

"That's the matter!", she said.

"Oh my. Okay so....", I said wondering why she wants to leave. "I'll tell you when we get home!", she replied. I quickly thought of a plan and managed to escape. We used her giant unicorn to cover us. "Thank you. Now, let's leave!", she said as we got to the car.

We got home and I asked her. "Okay, I know you two are seperated but why do you want to be unseen?", I ask.