The Best Deceptions (Want You Bad sequel)

Chapter 10

**Hey! Here's a cute lil chapter for y'all! Hope you like it!**

To Goose: Hey youuuu. Wanna do me a huge favor?

From Goose: Sure! What's up?

To Goose: Bring me chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting? Pretty please?

From Goose: Craving?

To Goose: Yupp. It's been all I can think about.

From Goose: Okay. If I can't find one anywhere, would you want to bake one?

To Goose: I guess that would be okay. Gare is out for the day, so I'm here bored by myself. So yeah. I guess just get the stuff for us to make one ourselves! :)

From Goose: Of course Nat :) just send me a recipe.

As I was waiting for Sutton, another craving hit me with the force of a tsunami and I practically ran to the kitchen, digging in the cupboard until I found what I was looking for I opened the can, drained the juices from it, and inhaled the sweet, tangy scent of the tuna before a thought occurred to me. I did a quick Google search of what foods I shouldn't eat while pregnant, cringing at the words "high-mercury fish," and hoping against all hope that tuna wouldn't be on the list of specific types of fish to follow the phrase. It was. The website also stated that pregnant women shouldn't eat high-mercury fish more than 1-2 times each month, but "serious developmental problems in children" was a terrifying thing to read, so I decided to skip the tuna. Of course, denying myself this intense craving caused my over-sensitive emotions to go haywire as I read through the rest of the list, resulting in Sutton finding me sitting on my kitchen floor, sobbing about tuna.

A look of pure concern on his face, Sutton dropped to his knees next to me, letting go of the grocery bags and taking my hands. "Natalie, are you okay? What's wrong? Is everything okay? Are you in any pain?"

I choked on a sob and shook my head. "No, I'm okay. I'm not okay. But it's not-" I groaned and scrubbed my hands across my face, looking into Sutton's deep brown eyes. "Everything is fine with the baby. I just really fucking wanted tuna, but I'm not allowed to have fucking tuna because of the fucking mercury in it, and it's not fair!" I narrowed my eyes as Sutton bit his lip to hold in a laugh. "Sutton whatever-your-middle-name-is Monroe, don't you dare laugh at me," a fresh wave of tears hit me at the thought of Sutton laughing at me.

"I'm not so much laughing at you as I am laughing at the situation, Nat. Imagine if you came home to me having a meltdown over tuna." I chuckled lightly and he pulled me against his chest, pressing a gentle kiss to my head. "My middle name is Oliver, by the way."

Once I was done being a wreck over tuna Sutton helped me off the floor and we set about getting everything out that we needed to make the cake and setting the oven to preheat. After greasing and flouring three round cake pans, I grabbed the bowl from my electric mixer and turned to Sutton. "Have you ever baked a cake from scratch before?" I asked skeptically, grabbing us both aprons. I gave Sutton the one I'd gotten Garrett as a housewarming present for his old house, holding in a smirk.

"My Grammy and mom own a bakery. I've done a lot of baking in my day," he gave a wistful smile, expertly tying the apron without looking. "I think I want to go visit them next month. You're welcome to join." He glanced down then, finally reading the words 'Does this apron make my dick look big?' across his chest. He gave me a flat look. "Nice, Natalie. Nice."

I shrugged, tying on my own apron. "Well I wasn't about to give you mine," I smirked, pointing at my own chest, which read 'I bake because punching people is frowned upon.'

"You've never punched a soul."

"Duh. Because I bake," I deadpanned before putting an episode of King of the Hill on for background noise. "Okay, Goose. Let's get this train a-rolling."