Not So Over You (A BajanCanadian x Reader)

Chapter 5

Next day

I awoke again to Mitch sleeping near me. Smiling in his sleep. How adorable. We are both naked and his arm is around my sides. My hand is on his lower abdomen to wear I start to rub my hand. He shifts his weight but doesn't awaken.

I walk out of the bed carefully removing Mitch's arms from around me, to see Jerome fast asleep. I smile and make my way outside the cabin, turns out Mosa was pregnant which is why her stomach was low and she was weak. She gave birth to 2 puppies; a girl and a boy. Which we named the first boy 'Travie' and the second girl 'Val'. Travie is short for 'traviesa' which means 'michevious' in Spanish. Val is short for 'valiente' which in Spanish means 'brave'.

I wandered out to the porch and laid myself in the hammock. The sky was a clear blue with a few white clouds here and there. The grass was short, green, and perky. There were drops of dew on the sides of the hammock that were incredibly detailed. You could see the sphere shaped clear water. Hanging by the needle.

For about 2 hours, I just sit there. Swinging. My thoughts going in rhythm with each of the swings to the front. I ponder the universe. About life, about Mitch, about Mosa, about anything.

My appetite doesn't get to me due to the way I think and wonder too much. I'm not tired, I'm not scared, I'm not entirely happy. I'm just...here. I even begin to ponder on why we have five toes.

I hear a wooden open as I shift my weight to stand. Mitch came out of it and was shirtless. He smirked at me and I tried to resist staring.

"You're up early" he says.

"Well, yeah. I'm a morning bird" I respond.

"Really? I might as well join you."

Mitch grabs my hand and lead me onto the hammock and we sit down next to each other. My head goes to his shoulder. His hand made it's way to my hair and his fingers move throughout it. I close my eyes for a little while.

Mitch then taps my thigh twice. "C'mon I wanna take you somewhere."

"Where are we going? I ask.

"You'll see" he replies with a smile.

"Miiiittttccchhh! I wanna know.

"Just wait." "It'll be worth it"

With that being said, I let go of his hand in frustration and threw it aside. I got up and walked inside. "Baby, you aren't really mad are you?" I hear him call from outside.

I ignore him because I'm stubborn. I go into our room and find something to wear. I don't know where he is taking me so I decide some thing a little casual. I grab a pink crop top and a white tank top. I also put on some jean shorts with white laces towards the bottom. I just slipped on my converse and brushed my hair. No hoodie today. I'm comfortable with a Mitch now. I don't have any makeup so he will just have to deal with my natural ugly.

I walk into the living room, to find Mitch sitting on the couch. He has on a black shirt covered my a red jacket that has it's sleeves rolled up. He had on blue jeans like always and black Vans. His brown hair is messy in a hot way. While those brown eyes are staring at the fireplace, I walk up to him and touch his shoulder.

Mitch P.O.V.

I look up to y/n standing there. She looks very beautiful and her hair is straight down in a way I've never seen it before. She's usually such an introvert, but today she's showing some skin. I like it.

"That was fast" she complimented in a soft voice.

"Well, I basically don't have to change my style everyday. I like my messy hair" I respond shaking it with my hand.