Spark in the Dark

Chapter 148

Shawn woke up the next morning first. Her back was against Juice's chest and she twisted in his arms to face him. She began kissing his chest and then his neck. She thought he was waking up and peeked up at him. His eyes were still closed, but a trace of a smile he was trying to hide gave him away.

"I know you're awake," Shawn told him. He faked a snore, still pretending to be asleep. She dipped her head down and kissed him a few more times before lightly nipping his collar bone.

"Alright, Jesus, I'm awake," Juice laughed.

"Good, because your pregnant wife is starving."

"For food, attention, or sex?"

"Can't I have all three?"

"At the same time?" Juice asked. "I can do the last two, but the first one might be tricky."

"Let's start with food and go from there," Shawn told him.

"Okay," he chuckled. "Gem said she told the caterers to leave something here for us for breakfast."

"I don't even care what it is. I'll eat it."

They got out of bed and Shawn put on her robe she had thought to pack the day before so she could wear it while Lyla did her hair and makeup. It was an added bonus that Juice thought she looked sexy in it. He pulled on boxers and a t-shirt from his own bag and they went down to the kitchen. Shawn opened the fridge and found a covered casserole dish that had instructions written on the tin lid in marker. She turned on the oven to let it heat up while Juice made coffee.

"What did you find?" He asked.

"Some kind of breakfast casserole. They're caterers so I'm sure it'll be good. It's what they do for a living, right?"

"Technically, I'm a mechanic for a living. That don't mean shit."

"Maybe I could be a producer for the local news," Shawn said as she leaned against the counter next to him. "Then whenever I come across a story that has to do with you guys, I can bury it."

Juice looked thoughtful for a second. "That's actually not a bad idea."

They heard someone come in the front door and they turned their heads towards the sound. The voices of all three prospects could be heard as they got closer. Rat entered the kitchen first with Phil and then V-lin. He stopped short at the sight of Shawn.

"Whoa," he said as he checked out her legs in the short robe. Juice glared at him.

"Dude!" Phil said as he shook his head.

"You looking at something, prospect?" Juice asked harshly.

"No! Not a damn thing," Rat said and looked to the ceiling to prove it.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Gemma sent us to clean up the rest of the stuff out back," Phil explained.

"Then go do it," Juice ordered. All three went out the back door in the adjacent dining room. V-lin was last and closed the door. Juice watched them leave, then looked at Shawn who was smirking. "What?"

"12 weeks pregnant and I still got it," she said and sipped her coffee.

Juice's tough exterior he put on for the prospects faded. "That's what you're worried about?"

"It's just nice to know."

"What? I don't let you know you still got it?" Juice said. He grabbed her and pulled her to him. "Trust me, you still got it."

Shawn smiled broadly as his hands went under her robe and up her thighs. Shawn kissed him and moaned into his mouth as his hands rose higher.

The backdoor suddenly opened and they both stopped what their kiss to look towards it. V-lin stepped inside and saw them in their embrace.