I woke up to a pounding headache while I was ready to throw up and I couldn't because I was stuck to a body. I turned over to see Wes's beautiful face sleeping. I smiled and kindly moved his hands over. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. Fucking disgusting. You would think I wass pregnant at this point. And I haven't even had sex yet. And this is why I hate drinking. I want death. I threw up again. Just thinking about it makes me gag. After I felt a little better, at least. I wiped my mouth and rested my head on the wall. Fuck man.
I got the courage to get up and brush my teeth. I went and laid back in bed. Wes cuddled up to me. I smiled.I ran my fingers through his hair. He mumbled something into my chest. "Good morning to you too." He chuckled.
"How are you sweetheart." I sighed.
"I mean I just threw up, I have a killer headache."He frowned and started rubbing his hands through my hair. I smiled. "Thank you baby." He kissed my forehead.
"Anytime sweetheart." I smiled again. "So do you remember anything from last night?" I rolled my eyes. "I swear if you roll your eyes one more time they are gunna roll out of your head." I rolled my eyes purposely. He chuckled. I smirked.
"But to answer your question, I do. But why do you ask?"
"Oh nothing."
"Not that it's any of your concern, I was fucking hilarious." He smiled.
"Alright Mr. KnuckleCracker." My eyes widened.
"Oh." He fucking knows. My face got hot. I hide it in his chest. He bursted out laughing. I stayed put. He tried to get me to look at him but I fought back.
I turned over and went on my phone. I was scrolling through Instagram when Wes started rubbing his hand through my hair. I smiled. I ran back to the bathroom. And I threw up some more. Oh great. This is how I wanted to spend my morning. Wesley came and sat next to me and rubbed my back. I wiped my mouth off.
We went back to my room after I could get enough courage to get back up. And we laid in bed. I lied on top of him while I turned on some Fairly Odd-Parents on YouTube live. He rubbed my head again. I smiled. He chuckled at the small funny moments. See, now this is the stuff I live for. Enough though I feel like shit, I still got my baby with me and we're doing the things I've been wanting to do for a long time.
"Whatcha thinking about sweetheart?" I blushed a bit.
"Nothing Wes it's okay." He rolled his eyes.
"See, why did you do that to yourself? Now you gotta answer me." I rose my eyebrow.
"Why do you say that?" Game on.
"Because I'm gunna tickle you, if you don't." He said getting on top of me and started to tickle me.
"Stop Stop." I said laughing my ass off. He chuckled.
"You gotta tell me first."
"Okay, okay, I will if you stop." He stopped. I smirked. I pushed him off of me and I took off running to the kitchen. "Sucker!" He got up and started running after me.
"God damn it." I heard, I giggled. I hid behind my dad in the kitchen working on his laptop.
"Now, what are you doing?" He asked. Wes showed up shortly after that. "Ahh, I see. What happened Mr. Wesley?" He said lowering his glasses a little bit. I giggled at his dad-ness.
"You see sir, Bailey here won't tell me why she was smiling, and so out my kind heart, I started to tickle her and she ran away after she pushed me. How dare she do that." Wes said so properly while trying not to laugh. I glared at him.
"Well, that makes a lot of sense, I give you permission to tickle her more until she tells you." My dad said the same exact tone. Wes lost it, my dad and I laughed.
"Well thanks dad." I said and he patted my back.
"You'll be okay there bud." I laughed.
"Okay Billy Ray Cyrus."
"Leave me alone, but are you gunna tell the boy why?" I shrugged. And Wes came towards me and I booked it back to my room, I locked the door just in time. I did a happy dance.
Then I felt Wes tackle me. Boy how the fuck?
"How the hell?"
"Dummy I know where the key is." I gasped.
"How dare you Mr. KnuckleCracker, Wesley would be very very jealousssss." He chuckled.
"You're such a dork."
"But a cute dork." I said making a cute face. He mumbled something under his breathe and he smiled and rolled his eyes. I scrunched my nose and he kissed it. I did it again cause it felt good.
After we got back into bed, I let him be baby cause I'm nice enough, you know? I smiled at my joke. I was rubbing his head. God, he's so stupid not to make me his. I am wifey material. OMG! Why doesn't he wanna marry me. Like cmon guys what the fuck?
I giggled at the thought. A bad bitch would never. But she would simp for a dude.
I came back to Wes waving his hand in my face. "Hello?"
"My bad, lose of thought." He rolled his eyes.
"Are you okay? You seem be in your head a lot today?" I smiled and nodded.
"It's all good thoughts baby, I promise." He smiled and kissed me and I kissed him back.
"Probably cause they are all about me." I 'pffted' him like three times.
"Not everything is about you Tucker."
"Oh but it definitely is babe." He said kissing me again and I kissed him back. I pulled away.
"You say that now babe. But we all know I wear the pants, I need the most attention." He rolled his eyes. I giggled. He smirked and flipped me over and put his hand around my throat, the other holding my hands down. His face got closer to mine. I smirked.
"You sure about that?" He smirked and the grip got tighter. I bit my lip.
"Very, daddy." I whispered in his ear as he kissed my neck.
We continued to make out and after awhile he pulled away. We cuddled until we slowly shut our eyelids for a bit.
