Simply Sonny: An SVU love story

Chapter 55: Normalcy

"Who was that?" Sonny asks once I'm off the phone.

I quickly answer with a more important question, "what happened at IAB?"

He rolls his eyes catching on to my deflecting tactic but tells me anyway, "nothing, really. They just asked questions about everything from us to Jacob and Jason and all of that."

"And all of that? Meaning the mess I got you into?" I avert my eyes, guilt washing over me again.

He sighs and says, "no mess you did Addison. Come on, I've told you that before. Don't do that to yourself."

I exhale this time, moving to finish the meal I was making, "I know, I'm sorry I just— until you're back at work without restrictions I'm going to feel like it's all my fault."

Sonny wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close to his chest, "I go back in two days. I'm telling you, it's going to be alright."

"If you say so." I return to him.

He kisses me on the cheek then asks again, "who was on the phone?"

You stir the food while answering, "I went on a few job interviews today, got a call back about a different position then I interviewed for."

"well, that's great! Doing what?" He asks next.

You shrug and answer, "not sure, the original job was working with troubled youth but now she offered me a sort of assistant position, to learn more about what the company does. I don't know too much." I say back, not sure if that's what I really want to do.

"Why not? It sounds like they want you to know more about what they do so you're prepared for the job. It could be a great learning opportunity for you." Sonny explains back, moving to the fridge to get out some wine.

"That's true, she said she'll email me the details so I guess I could look that over after dinner." I mull it over again in my head now that we're talking about it.

Sonny comes back over towards the stove, "why don't you go look at that now, take a bath and relax. Let me finish dinner."

You eye him carefully and say, "you don't even know what I was making."

He smiles and says back, "I can figure it out. Come on, go relax. I'll finish up in here."

He already took the spoon out of my hand and I smile up at my fiancé, "how'd I get so lucky?" I ask as I start to walk off to get my phone.

He corrects me by yelling back, "how'd we get so lucky!"

After relaxing in the bath for around 30 minutes I throw on Sonny's bathrobe and make my way to him. I stop short in the hallway, startled and embarrassed. I catch Sonny pleasuring himself on his couch, his head back, "oh god, I'm so sorry!" I mutter harshly, my cheeks flushing red as I turn to head back into the room.

I start to retreat further into the room to hideout but he chuckles, quickly standing up and pulling up his pants, "I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself knowing you were naked just a room away from me."

I shake my head, "no, no. I'm sorry." I utter out to him again, guilt washing over me. We've only been making out since the time we had sex and it's so easy for me to forget that even though I don't have needs right now, he does. By the time he reaches me he goes to say something but I quickly get out, "Sonny, I'm sorry. I haven't been paying any attention to your needs at all."

He squints his blue eyes at me, tilting his head down and getting closer to my eye level, "my needs? Doll, you're all the need I'll ever need. You know that."

I shake my head, "but.." I muster, eyeing the couch where I just caught him.

He pulls me close into his chest, "but that's just something I do sometimes to let out a little tension. It doesn't make me upset or anything to do that."

I sigh, truly amazed at how great he is. He starts to walk me towards the kitchen and I allow him to take my hand. I sit down and he takes the food out of the oven. Once the dishes are served and ready to eat, I say, "if this meal is better than what I had planned, I'll finish what you started over there." I throw my head to the side to gesture to the couch yet again.

Sonny smiles but coyly returns, "you don't have to do that, let's just enjoy dinner."

I quickly answer, "but I want to. Really. You just made dinner and forced me to relax. It's bound time you get to relax some too."

He eyes me skeptically, trying to read the situation. Eventually, his squinted eyes relax and he picks up his fork to eat. He whispers a simple, "whatever you say" before taking his first bite.

"I don't know why I even try to cook you dinner." I get out after pushing my plate away, "your meals are always so much better!" I smile.

He throws his napkin onto the table, "I love your cooking!"

"Yah, yah. You're just saying that. You know yours is better." I tease back, knowing we both know the truth. He chuckles, standing up to get the dishes, "hey, I can do that." I stand up, following behind him with our now empty glasses of wine.

He places the plates into the sink, "just going to let them soak a bit. What do you say to some ice cream and a movie?"

"I'll skip ice cream, for now, I'm stuffed! But a movie sounds nice." I return agreeing.

He takes the two glasses, putting them down to refill them and we make our way into the living room, "what's it going to be?" He asks, turning the tv to the movie stations.

He scrolls through a few when he stops to read one, "let's watch that one?" I say, figuring if he stopped to read it, it may be something interesting.

"Alright." He hits purchase and we cuddle up onto the couch together.