Sheo Forever

Chapter 11 - 'Birthday boy' Part 1

A/N - Okay guys, this is an important author’s note…. I know this might not make sense, but I am doing a major time lapse, and I’m making this story go from the end of Insurgent filming, not Divergent filming just because it feels weird that I’m like a year behind in reality and I would feel better if it was at the end of Insurgent instead of Divergent.

*** SO just clarifying, this story is from the end of Insurgent filming, not Divergent ***

NOW BACK TO THE STORY!!

PART 1 - 

A few weeks later (16th December 2014)

THEO POV – (that’s a change)

I wake up in bed, and it’s cold; Shai must have gotten up a while ago. I roll over and try to go back to sleep, when I suddenly smell food. Bacon, eggs, pancakes and coffee to be exact. I look at the clock on my bedside table, 9:30am.

I get out of bed, and slowly, but quietly, walk into the kitchen where I find Shai. She is standing with her back towards me, over the stove. I go up to her, and wrap my arms around her waist.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I whisper, nibbling on her ear lobe.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, THEO,” Shai practically yells. She turns herself around in my arms, and gives me a passionate kiss on the lips. “Happy birthday,” she mumbles against my lips.

“Thank you, baby girl.”

Shai pulls back from the kiss, and turns in my arms. “I’m making you breakfast, so just chillax, and do whatever you want,” she says, turning the bacon.

“Okay,” I say, nuzzling my face into her neck, giving her light, feathery kisses.

I continue to kiss Shai’s neck and shoulders as she cracks three eggs on the frying pan. My hands move up and down her side, and she leans her head back on my shoulder.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“You said do whatever I want, so I am kissing you,” I mumble into her neck. My hands have ‘somehow’ found their way to Shai’s long legs. I squeeze her thighs, and rub her upper legs.

“I’m making breakfast, Theo. Can’t this wait?” she questions, grabbing my hands and pulling them up her body, back to her waist.

“I guess it can, babe,” I say, taking a step back, and sitting on the counter. I start to eat the leftover pancake batter while Shai continues cooking.

“So, did you want a present?” Shai asks, turning to face me.

I smile instantly. I love birthdays, even if it’s not mine. “Alright.”

“Okay, wait here. Can you please keep an eye on the food?” she asks.

I nod my head and smile. She comes up to me and gives me a quick peck on the lips.

A few minutes later, Shai comes back into the kitchen, from God knows where, carrying a medium size box in green wrapping paper.

“Happy birthday, Theodore,” she says, handing me the box.

I get up and kiss her before tearing at the paper, trying to open the present. After I get the wrapping paper off – which was hard because Shai likes to use sticky tape – I see a gift box, and open that. Once I open it, I find about five smaller presents, all the same size. I open one of them, and find a bag of Cheetos. My eyes light up, and I can feel the smile on my face get bigger each time I tear at the wrapping paper. There is five bags of Cheetos in the box.