Cowboys and Mustangs

Babies and Signing- Codi

I wake up groaning when I feel the pounding headache and huge crank in my neck. Instantly, images of last night flood into my mind as I remember how drunk Western and I got. But I don't regret it, it was a lot of fun even though I'm sure we're gonna be paying for it.

When I open my eyes I immediately shield them from the blinding spring light coming from outside, but wait. I carefully open them again when I notice my view of my bed, from the floor. What the heck are we still doing on the floor? I bet that's why my neck hurts like hell.

Then I noticed the pressure of Weston's head resting on my stomach. I was completely laid out with Weston using my stomach as a pillow as his body flows straight in that direction his feet almost hitting my table. We almost looked like a cross, and that's exactly what we needed now: Jesus.

I look down to admire his handsome face, although it looked like he was feeling the exact same as I am. I managed to look at my clock on my nightstand table, 9:00, we have to get up. "Weston." I say with almost a groan, hearing my own voice.

He shuts his eyes further, raising his hands to drag them along his face. "Oh my god." He groans as he rubs his head. "Why the hell are we still on the floor?" He says almost irritated, but I agree, how did we manage to sleep on the floor and not wake up?

I put my elbows behind me so I can rest on them, "I don't know." I say casually as I look around to see the trash from last night around us, "Fry?" I ask him as he sits up, putting his head in his hands. He looks at me with a small smirk, then I throw it at him.

I manage to sit on my knees as Weston lowers himself back to the ground, still trying to wake up. I quickly get up, sturdying myself as I almost tumble back over from my hangover. I press play on my old IPod, putting on soft Texas country music.

I sit behind Weston, spreading my legs and lightly dragging him towards me. He gets the idea as he lays between my legs, putting his head against my left shoulder. My hands begin to softly message his head, running my fingers through his hair and applying pressure to the most important spots. He sighs contently as his eyes are closed, enjoying my soft hands.

He rests his calloused hands on my thighs beside him, bringing warmth to me as I'm still in my dress from yesterday. Once my fingers get tired after minutes of rubbing his head, I wrap my arms around his chest, interlocking my own fingers. Weston leans his head against mine as we both soak up each other's company.

The soft spot where his jaw connects to his skull is pressed against the top of my ear, finding the perfect spot. "I had fun last night." I softly say, smiling softly at how much we enjoyed being together last night.

Weston hums again, "Me too.. Sorry I got so pissed off." He sighs.

"It's alright, I understand." I say and he nudges more into me.

"Can I confess something to you?" He says softly.

"Of course," I wrap my arms tighter around him.

He sighs again, "I love how much you take care of me. It's so sexy." He says, still in his groggy morning voice making me giggle, "I'm serious. Whenever I come back to you to see that you've made supper for me or you offer to patch me up or even give me a massage; anything like that to help make my day less stressful or make it easier, I get an overwhelming sense of prideful love. It's such a wife move.. I can't wait to marry you one day." He says, making my eyes go wide.

Did he really just say that? That he wants to marry me one day? I try to steady my breathing so my heart doesn't alarm Weston since he can probably feel it against him. Once it does, I kiss the side of his head, "I like taking care of you." It was true, I loved the feeling I get when I know I make him feel better. He's knows I got him and I know he has me. "C'mon we have to get ready." I say, knowing he won't want to get up.