Eleven

Chapter Twenty-Two: Not It

While most mornings I usually awoke to the sounds of birds chirping, sunlight filtering through the blinds, and a husband trailing kisses down the back of my neck, Saturday morning was a completely different story.

In place of birds chirping, the sounds of hammers, saws, and automatic drills had me up before the sun was shining.

Instead of sunlight filtering through the blinds, I felt the bed shaking beneath me.

And as an alternative to receiving sweet kisses, I heard grown men yelling at each other about where to place the crown molding.

Personally, I preferred the kisses.

"What in the world are they doing now?" Sean grumbled from beside me, flinging the arm that wasn't wrapped around my bare waist over his face. I buried myself against his warm chest, groaning as the hammering continued. "I swear, those boys never stop."

"Sometimes that's a good thing," I mumbled into his chest, thinking of how he hadn't stopped the night before. "But not right now."

"It's not even five in the morning. This is ridiculous." Sean sighed, planting a kiss to the top of my head as he gave me a squeeze. "Do me a favor, Pumpkin? Go make them stop."

"Why do I have to?" I frowned, poking at the soft skin of his side and smiling when he jerked from my touch. "You go tell them."

"But I'm not nearly as cute as you in the mornings," Sean reasoned very unreasonably. "You'll get the sympathy vote we need. They don't find me even half as attractive as they do you."

I giggled against his skin, wincing when I noticed a bit of drool at the corner of my lips. I quickly wiped it off before placing a palm on his stomach and heaving myself up. My hair was a rat's nest around my head, and I blinked groggily down at my very handsome husband. His gaze was quickly riveted to my bare breasts hanging right in front of his face, and it sent a thrill down my spine when he licked his lips.

"I think you're very cute," I murmured, leaning up and planting a kiss on his nose like he enjoyed doing to me. My chest brushed against his, and I hummed pleasantly. "The cutest doctor I've ever met."

"Excuse me? You're meeting other doctors?" Sean asked, sounding appalled as I pulled back and he frowned up at me. All nakedness was seemingly forgotten. "What other doctors are you meeting? They better not be of the McDreamy or McSteamy variety."

I laughed again, my stomach vibrating against his side from the giggles as I recalled our Grey's Anatomy date nights. When we first started watching the show together a few years ago, Sean may have noticed me paying a bit too much attention when the male leads were on screen, and he still wouldn't let me forget it.

"You do remember Dr. White, right? The doctor I've been seeing practically once a week—if not more—since we discovered there was a tiny human being growing inside of me," I explained laughingly, poking at his stomach playfully. "I may have met him, but I promise there was nothing McDreamy about him."

Sean's eyebrow rose doubtfully, and he wrapped both arms around me before pulling me close enough to share each other's breath. His skin felt like a furnace, and I practically melted against him. "You conveniently left out McSteamy. Does that mean you find something McSteamy about Kenneth?"

"Sean!" I cried, eyes widening as I gave him a look. "No, nothing McSteamy."

"And you wouldn't offer apple pie to him?" Sean pressed solemnly, staring straight into my eyes as I dipped my chin. "Or cherry pie? Or even the worst kind of pie—rhubarb?"

He said the last one with an accompanied shiver, and I honestly didn't think it was acting on his part.

"No pies," I answered back just as seriously, followed by a slow shake of my head. "Not even if he were starving to death and it was the last pie on earth."