Fire meet gasoline (Skeet Ulrich)

25.

Hi sunshines, thank you for your support and beautiful comments, I appreciate them very much! This chapter is very cheesy and boring, I'm sorry for that. But anyways, hope you enjoy. Xxx

When I woke up, Skeet wasn't next to me, which was weird, because he had day off. So I got up, his shirt fell almost to my knees, and I suddenly felt delicious smell from the kitchen. While I was walking there, I collided into doors and two cabinets, I could not wake up properly. After Skeet's hot chocolate and his cuddling I fell asleep so hard, that I noticed pillow imprints on my cheek, I looked like Al Capone. When I finally got into kitchen, I saw my man standing near the cooker just in his sweatpants, quietly humming something.

"Good morning," I said with morning raspy voice. He jerked, he didn't expect me.

"Good morning, my love," he smiled and turned the pancake over.

"What is all of this?" I asked while pouring myself water and spilling it all over myself afterwards. I was terrible.

"I'll get you a T-shirt, wait," he said, but I stopped him. I put it down and was just in my panties. I stuffed my mouth with one pancake and asked him again the same question.

"It's your birthday this week, so I'm doing you breakfast."

"But my birthday is on Friday," I murmured through my full mouth and sat on the kitchen counter.

"I want to cherish you whole week ... well, whole life, but especially now, cause your birthday is coming," he stood between my legs.

"Youaresosweet," I murmured, trying to wipe away leftovers of peach jam that was around my mouth. I am a little bit of a piggy sometimes.

"Mmm, I didn't understand a word, but let me take care of you," he smirked and started kissing away all of the sweetness.

I loved the feeling of our naked chests pressed together, while his hands were wrapped around my back so tightly, that I could literally melt in his arms. I felt so comfortable around him being naked, I wasn't shy anymore. While with John I would never do that, Skeet reassured me multiple times a day how much he loved my body with every scar, every stretch mark, every imperfection.

"I'd love to do this for the rest of the day, but some of us have to work ... and you go and rest, sunshine," I kissed him and jumped off the counter, heading to the shower. I got dressed and took my purse, stuffed my mouth with last three pancakes and was ready to kiss Skeet goodbye and go, but he was nowhere near again. And then I found him, with T-shirt and jacket on, holding keys and smiling broadly.

"Whatareyoudoing?" I murmured again, trying to swallow those pancakes.

"You probably asked what am I doing, well, I'm taking you to work," he laughed and opened the door for me.

"No, you don't have to!" I finally ate it, "I want you to relax, Skeet. I can walk and use subway, you know."

"No, I want this week to be special and I've already planned it, so shh, let me be," he frowned that I was talking into it, but I knew what was waiting for him, how much filming and I didn't want him to be tired.

He opened the car door for me, checked if I have seatbelt on and we drove away.

"So what contains my birthday week? What are we going to do?" I turned to him, curious.

"That's a surprise, I've prepared something for each day of week, so don't make any plans, okay m'love?" he smiled and I couldn't resist those wrinkles.

"Tell me, please," I was begging, but he was just smiling and resting his hand on my thigh.

"No, surprise. Okay, here we are ... I hope it's gonna go really quickly today, so we can be together," he leaned against the car and pushed me to his chest.