the nanny {d.t}

60

Ethan was now home. After 2 weeks of recovery. The kids were at school while he was on his bed just watching tv. Like he has been these past 2 days. Also, Nick is sentenced for 20 years. Turns out he had done this many times, but now he's finally paying for everything he has done.

"Babe!" Ethan yells. I go in his room and he had a huge cheesy grin plastered on his gorgeous face.

"Yes Ethan?" I ask and put my hands on my hips; arching an eyebrow at him.

"Don't do that it turns me on" I felt my face heat up and I removed my arms from my hips. I walk closer to him and he pats his bed.

"Ethan what do you want? I have to go cook the food since Martha left with Bruno" He pats his bed again and I sit next to him.

"What?" He turns the tv off and pulls me closer to him.

"Guess what" he smirks. I sigh in annoyance and say what. He grabs my face with both of his hands; our faces inches away.

"Nothing. I just love annoying you" This fucking bitch. I slap his hands away and he laughs.

"rude ass human" I mumble and get off his bed. He gets off and stops me from getting out his room.

"Ethan sit back down! You can't get up without your crutches yet!" I shout frustrated and he tells me to shut up.

"I don't need those anymore. Now that my leg is better... can we fuck now!?" I slap his chest and he picks me up throwing me on his bed.

"No! Get off me you perv!" He gasped dramatically and placed his hand over his chest; pretending to be offended.

"Why the fuck do I love you? You're so mean to me!" He fake cries. I sit up and look at him. Enjoying his little scene.

"Are you done?" I ask. He turns to look at me and nods. He sits down next me and pulls me on his lap. I try and get off since I'm basically on his fucking thigh where he got shot.

"Sit the fuck down Blake. It doesn't hurt" his grip around my waist was too strong so it was no use to get off. He lays on his back and moves me closer; now sitting on his stomach.

"Imagine the day you're pregnant. You'll look even more beautiful with my child inside of you" He grins. Speaking of that. I took the test Mark bought and it turned out negative. I told his dumbass I wasn't pregnant.

"Well you'll be all happy, but I'll be bloated as fuck. Sore, tired, hungry, have my hormones all over the place, and have so m-" he pushed my head down and connecting our lips. Kissing me slowly. He licked my bottom lip asking for entrance, but I quickly pulled away remembering about the food. He groans and sits up.

"Gosh you're no fun" He whines. I roll my eyes and get off his lap.

"Well I forgot about the food! Go watch some porn or something" He glares at me and I chuckle, getting out his room. I go back downstairs—entering the kitchen.

"Oh hey loser!" Mark greets. He takes the food out the oven and puts it on the counter.

"Thank the lord! You just saved the kids' lunch!" He laughs and takes the oven mitts off.

"It sucks that you're not pregnant. I really wanted to be a fruncle" He pouts. He grabs a water bottle and takes a seat.

"Why aren't you all devastated?" He asked.

"Well I knew I wasn't, that's why I didn't get my hopes up. It'll happen whenever the time is right. And clearly right now is not the time"

"I guess so. But, it would've been so cute seeing you with the bump! I'm gay so don't think I'm some creep that loves you in that way" we both laugh and I wash my hands.