Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to the writers. Reading is my favorite thing ever. The only time I write is when I've run out of things to read, or when I want to read something specific—so I write it myself. Wattpad has been such a blessing on both my happiness and bank account. You've made me cry, you've made me laugh, you've made me put-the-book-down-and-take-a-walk angry, and I-need-to-pace-because-this-plot-twist-just-blew-my-mind anxious. I've been irrationally angry at points, and it's been a rollercoaster. So many of you on here have such a way with words that I could've sworn I was reading a published piece.
Sean's POV:
Her skin was so soft, and I couldn't stop myself from running my thumb back and forth across the back of her hand.
"What do you think of this one?" Sang asked, her grip squeezing lightly on my hand.
She pulled the paintbrush back with her freehand, and I took in the paint sample she'd just brushed against the kitchen wall.
Eggplant.
I wasn't sure how I felt about a paint color called eggplant. Whatever happened to calling paint colors purple or green or blue?
When did we start naming them after food?
"It's...interesting," I hedged, stepping back to get a better look at it against the wall. There were five other similar colors painted in vertical strips nearby, and I honestly couldn't tell the difference between any of them. "Actually, I think I like this one the best. Good eye, Pookie. Although, are we sure we don't want more of a royal purple?"
"Sean." Sang turned to me, her beautiful lips parting into a smile that still managed to take my breath away. "You know the kitchen would be screaming at us if we had bright purple all over the walls. It'd look silly."
"There's nothing wrong with a little silliness, my sweet Pookie," I pointed out with a grin, pulling her into my arms and squeezing her tight. "After all, we keep you around."
"Hey!" Sang protested with a laugh, before I felt a cold glob similar to Max's nose meet my arm and I jolted back.
"What the—"
"Shoot, I'm sorry, Sean!" Sang cried, green eyes going wide as she pulled back and gaped at the plum-sized circle of paint covering my forearm. I was amused to see it actually somewhat resembled the shape of an eggplant. "I honestly didn't do that on purpose!"
I laughed, waving her off and taking the paintbrush that she was flailing about in the air as she plead her case. "No harm done, Pumpkin. Now I think I'll just take this..."
Sang handed over the brush so sweetly with a guilty pout, and I almost felt bad for it—almost—but she didn't stand a chance when I swept the brush across her cheek and left a very eggplant-y mark behind.
"Sean!" She squealed, gaping at me in absolute betrayal.
I had less than a second of warning before she swiped her finger across the brush in my hand with a speed worthy of lightning.
But I was too busy laughing at how cute my little wife looked with a splash of paint on her, and she was able to boop my nose before I'd even had a chance to react. I went cross-eyed looking at the new light purple added to my nose.
Chaos ensued, and I was just happy we'd already laid blank canvases across the floor before Owen got on my back about making a mess that would've required the entire kitchen to be redone.
Some paint miraculously made it onto the wall, but most ended up in my darling wife's hair or somehow between my toes. I found myself caging Sang within my arms more than I did painting her, and it wasn't long before I kept her there. Pressing kisses to her neck and trying to avoid the minefield of paint smudges there.
"Sean," she whispered, paintbrush dropping to the floor as her fingers found a home, gripping my shoulders.
I pulled back, looking down at the light of my life and just thanking whichever greater power might've been out there that she had stumbled into my life.
"Sang," I whispered back just as softly, tightening my hold around her waist as she licked her lips. "I think eggplant is the perfect color for our kitchen."
My wife snorted in that cute way that made her nostrils flair, and I couldn't hold back a beaming grin. The others were all out, we had the house to ourselves for the afternoon...
"We should probably get cleaned up," I continued with our soft tones, swaying her body from side to side as those open, green eyes remained locked on mine. "Maybe share a shower. In the interest of preserving water, of course."
"That's my Sean. Always thinking about the environment," Sang murmured back, her fingers running through the curls at my nape—causing a wholly involuntary shiver to wrack through me—before she went on pointe and placed a slightly lead-tasting kiss to my lips. I eagerly returned it, molding my lips against hers as she pulled herself even closer. It was over far too quickly, in my opinion, as she pulled back just far enough to kick my heart into overtime. "Or we could stay right here, and save the environment later."
I swallowed, enchanted by the hesitation on her face—the slightest fear of rejection hovering over her smile. I almost laughed, but didn't want to encourage her self-consciousness. Didn't Sang know by now that we wouldn't deny her anything? Especially not...this.
I didn't waste another second, sweeping my pumpkin off her feet as her legs reflexively wrapped around my waist. Her smile spread, lighting up into something luminous as I rested her back against the kitchen wall before bending down to fuse our lips back together. Right where they belonged.
Sang responded deliciously, slipping her tongue out and deepening our kiss to a level that had my head spinning.
At twenty-five years old, she was a force to be reckoned with. That shy, timid girl had bloomed into a bold, spirited woman in similar fashion to the Awesome Blossom I'd devoured at Chili's last weekend. It amazed me how she not only kept up with nine relationships but also the entwining relationships caused from our circumstances. A miniscule part of me, the one locked away from even myself most of the time, wondered if Sang would've been happy or satisfied in a normal relationship. If one man would've been enough or if she'd always needed all of us. Our family.
Destiny had brought us together; we were two lost babies who didn't know where they belonged until they'd found each other.
I loved this woman. I loved her with every fiber of my being, every stuttering beat of my heart, and every breath that filled my lungs.
So I did my best to show her how much. On a stage of paint-splattered canvas, with a soundtrack of every little moan I could draw out of her, and against a wall where we had just been picking out paint colors. It was something purely domestic now turned delightfully primal.
Now every time I saw the newly painted kitchen walls, I knew I would remember this moment. Me, my wife, and nothing but love.
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Thank you to Jennifer and Becky for beta-ing!!
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Her Light & Tender Heart [Completed]
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