First Sight

Happy.

Alex's POV

I wake up holding John in my arms. He's basically on top of me with his head on my upper chest. His arms are loosely wrapped around me, mine around him, his lower back.

Almost his ass.

Screw it.

We're both still naked from... the night before. I let my hand slip down to his ass.

He doesn't react or wake, so I squeeze his ass.

His eyes flutter open, noticing a warmth on him. He smiles, not even looking up, "Hi, Lex." His voice is groggy, sexy.

"Hey, baby..." I reply as he snuggles into my tighter.

"I love you... so much." He closes his eyes.

"Psh, I love you, more." I tease, grabbing at his ass again for good measure.

"Dork."

"Nerd." I fire back.

"Hottie." I feel him smile against my chest.

"Cutie."

"Lovely."

"Okay we are turning into Laf and Herc- we need to stop." I say quickly while sitting up. John rolls over, laying down.

"Okay." He groans softly.

"Babe, get up."

"No! Never!" He yells while hiding under the blankets.

I grab him and the blankets and carry him to the living room. Small whines of disapproval are muffled by the blankets. I toss him onto the couch.

"Fuck you!" He yells as he escapes the bundle.

"No, sweetie, I fucked you." I give an innocent smile and wink. He rolls his eyes and smiles back.

I go into the kitchen while picking my phone up from yesterday.

89 Notifications.

Most were from the sisters, Laf, Herc, and Maria. One from G.Wa- oh shit.

I quickly call Washington back. He only called a few minutes ago at 9:12 am.

"Alexander, where have you been?" His voice raises slightly, but he also stays calm.

"Er- sorry, sir. I was just caught up in everything... I-I can come in now, si-"

"Alexander, no. Take today off. But, I expect you to be here early tomorrow. The consequences will be severe if otherwise."

Shit.

"Of course, sir. I will see you tomorrow."

After John and I got engaged, I started falling behind in my work. Yeah, I'm a month ahead, but emails have been rolling in quickly and I haven't gone into work for a while. Like 4 days. I worked a bit a few days ago, answering a bunch of emails from home.

"What was that about?" John asks from the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV.

"Washington. Could get fired if I don't go into work tomorrow." I mutter the last part while searching the cabinets.

"Shit- do you need any he-" He starts.

"No, babe. I can do it. What do you want to eat?" I don't need his help for my work.

"Food." He gives a small laugh before and after saying this.

"No shit."

"Can I cook? I haven't in a while and I-"

I cut him off, "What?"

"Oh- S-sorry... I d-"

"No, no, just- what?" I'm kind of shocked, startled.

"C-can I cook?" He sounds scared, as if I were to hit him.

"Yeah? What gives you the idea that you aren't allowed to?"

He goes silent for a bit, "You always cook..."

"Yeah? Because I like to do things for you. You can do whatever the hell you want. It's our house. Not mine."

"Oh- I'm sorr-"

"Sorry for cutting you off, again, babe, but... stop. Don't ask so many questions or apologize. I love you, this is our house. You can do whatever you want, besides crimes. No murders, sorry. Love you!" I tease at the end.

I catch him smile as he leaps up.

"You're naked." I state, jokingly.

He smirks, "And are you, my dearest, Alexander." He walks up to me, kisses my cheek, and walks past me. Fucking hot.

He immediately grabbed pans and put them on the stove. I watch as he cooks a bunch of random shit. His back muscles just so happen to be very exposed and prominent. Hell, his entire body is defined.
You can't blame me for staring.

Inevitably, he turns around and notices, "Like something you see?"

Even though he's my fiance, I still blush and look down.

God, I'm in love.

I look back up and try to ignore my rapid heartbeat and heating face, "Yeah."

John rolls his eyes and turns around, continuing to cook. I take this as an opportunity to quietly walk behind him. I get close to his ear, "You're hot, damn."

He tenses up as I wrap my arms around his waist. I watch as his face heats up, "Looks like the tables have turned..." I begin to walk away, making sure to rub his ass as I walk past.

I plop onto the couch and watch The Little Mermaid because I'm a grown ass man and because I can do what I want.

John soon calls my name, signalling that whatever the hell he made is done. I stand up and walk over to my fiance. He hands me a plate.

Just like 6 years ago, the plate had pancakes and bacon and toast and loads of other things. He's a god.

Like our love! *Air horn* Heathers *Air horn*

Anyway, we eat in mostly silence, us accidentally checking each other out and calling each other out on it. It was nice.

I liked this.

I loved this... a lot.

He makes me happy.