"Can you sayyyyy... HELLO?" Freddie asked his daughter eagerly. She was so small seating on his chest, she weighed like a feather to him.
"Yello..." Elle cried back. Alice leaned to the side of the door, a grin formed on her face. Freddie could comm...
Hyped from the encouragement he got from a half-drunk Roger, Freddie was determined to sweep Alice's off her feet. He first made a quick trip to the florist and grabbed a bouquet of pale pink tulips, Alice's favorite, then Freddie departed to her loft. He first went into the kitchen but there were no signs of her, only Isabelle.
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"She came home and stomped her way to her room. I heard her turning the bath tub on though," Isabelle reported while drinking her tea, not even a glance to Freddie. She knew the couple inside out. Another week, another fight, it was predictable almost.
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Freddie went into her room discreetly, taking off his jacket. His eyes searched for any figure but the room was empty. But as he turned to peep at the bathroom door, the edges glowed with candle lights. Knowing Alice, she was having her zen bath session. Freddie began to strip himself, what better way to ask for forgiveness than in the bathtub, with no clothes on. With only his undies and the tulips bouquet in one arm, he opened the bathroom door as careful as possible; but it creaked regardless.
"Isa I'm fine, stop checking on me!" Alice yelled without even glancing to Freddie at the doorway. Freddie smirked, he had a plan.
Just as Alice stood up to loosen her bathrobe, Freddie swiftly approached her from the side with his bouquet chanting rapidly, "I'm sorry. I love you. Please forgive me." With the other arm he harshly pulled her by her waist for a kiss. He could feel her fidgeting underneath him, attempting to loosen his powerful grip on her waist, pushing him by the chest. She moaned harder under his kiss wanting to be released but Freddie only pulled their body closer, dropping the bouquet to the floor. Her silky bathrobe now slipped to her waist, not dropping to the floor as it held to her arm.
Moments in, she reciprocated and kissed him back, defeated. They fought a lot recently, especially when both of them are busy with work, but it was hard to stay mad at each other. He lifted her from the ground, his palm underneath her rear, her body succumbing to his.
Moments later, Alice had to physically push his face away so he would stop kissing her. They both gazed at each other blankly, their face inches away heaving for breath. Freddie placed her on the sink, standing in between her legs spreading it apart.
"Okay," Freddie paused. "I know you're mad, but before you say anything. Yes I screwed up. And yes you have all the right in the world to be mad. And yes, I don't know where I'm going with this. But I do know this---!" He lingered a few more seconds for dramatic effect. "I have reached the end of my sentence."
Alice looked to him, her arms folded, her expression unimpressed.
"Oh my god, did that work?" Freddie grinned.
"No! Not at all," Alice blurted annoyed.
"I'm sorry Alice. Please darling, I hate when we fight." Freddie pleaded, his arms around her waist. Alice kept silent, keeping her ground. "No more ME time, and if I do I'll inform you first. I promise." Still there was no reaction from Alice who stayed monotonous. He sneaked a quick kiss to her lips to trigger a response, she screeched visibly irritated.
"I love you..." he muttered like a kid persuading his mom at a Candy Shop; his gaze to her collarbone. He leaned in to kiss it but she blocked him away pushing his forehead away with her palm.
"I hate you," she finally mumbled, one hand on the side of his face, her thumb swiping his lips, wet with saliva.
"I love you too," he replied cheekily with the hugest grin, leaning to her for a kiss. Alice was quick to lean backwards to avoid it, her face still serious. Freddie squinted his eyes peeved; he leaned further just to have Alice cover his mouth with her palm.
"Stop it Fred!" Alice yelled. "You can't just fix everything by kissing me like that!"
Freddie leaned back with his lips pursed; he was amused. Alice groaned knowing him well enough, he was laughing at her, the nerve! He could not help it, he admitted to her before that she was the most adorable when she was mad. He found it amusing, her cheeks flush red, forehead crinkled forcefully, lips pouting.
"Really Fred, really... This is the time for your redemption but you choose to laugh, at times like this." Alice rolled her eyes, annoyed.
"I can't help it darling," Freddie grinned pulling her in. "You're adorable... And you're mine!"
