A Little Too Much, A Little Too Deep

Chapter 24

Propping myself up on my side, I run my finger down Dimitri's spine with a featherlight touch and watch his sleeping face. Most people would think that watching someone else sleep is creepy, but I like doing it. He always looks peaceful in his sleep, no furrowed brow or tension in his face. His cheek is pressed against the back of his hand on the pillow, his other splayed out beside his head, lashes dusting his high cheekbones and gentle breaths escaping his lips. I softly brush his hair back from his face and smile when he moves towards my touch.

"Morning," he whispers, snapping me out of my daydreaming. He cracks an eye open and pulls a smile over his face.

"Morning," I say and lean down and press a kiss to his lips. He rolls onto his side and cups my face, caressing my cheek softly.

"I had a very good dream last night," he says while running his thumb over my bottom lip and I kiss his finger.

"Care to elaborate?" I ask. He smiles and pulls me down onto his chest and runs his hand down my back and nuzzles my head.

"It was overall a happy dream, me and you with the kids. With a house of our own and we were a proper family. We were still guardians, but we were in a position where we had time to be with our kids," he says kissing my temple. I sigh against him and kiss his chest.

"Proper family?" I ask tilting my head up to meet his eyes.

He smiles sheepishly and tucks my curls behind my ears and his cheeks flush a light pink. "We were married... I know that we haven't really talked about that in depth, but I do want to marry you," he says sincerely. I smile at him and bite my lip. I like the idea of marrying him. Now if you had asked me a year ago if I would ever want to be married at 18 I would have laughed, but now being here in our own house with two kids on the way, the idea doesn't scare me.

But I wouldn't be who I am if I wasn't a sarcastic asshole.

"I think we got the whole proper family backwards. We had sex before we even dated, and we have two kids on the way before marriage," I quip at him. He chuckles a little and bites the corner of his mouth adverting his gaze from mine. I smile and cup his face, bringing it down to mine.

"But that doesn't mean that I don't want to be Mrs. Belikova," I whisper across his lips and pressing mine against his. He smiles into the kiss and cups the back of my neck, deepening the kiss, sighing into my mouth.

"You mean that?" he breathes, and I pull back and give him a dazzling smile. "You could honestly ask me right now with a ring pop and I would say yes. Sure, we haven't had the most conventional relationship, and we haven't been dating for long, but there is no one else I would want to spend the rest of my life with. You are going to be an amazing father to our kids, and I love you so much. You are my one and my only," I say rubbing the tip of my nose against his before kissing him again.

A look of relief crosses his face and he presses his face into my neck and twisting his hand into my hair. I stroke his head and I rest my face against the top of his head.

"As much as I love laying here and having for hold me, your child is pushing on my bladder," I laugh tapping his shoulder. He laughs into my neck and sits up, kissing my forehead and laying on his back, allowing me to slip out of bed. I pull my nighty back on and scuttle into the bathroom to relieve myself.

Walking back into our room I crawl back into bed to prolong our snuggling for as long as possible. We usually spend our morning talking about random things, about things we hope to achieve when we can go back to normalcy, possible baby names, how we might want to raise our kids. We even discussed how we would feel if either of them decided that they didn't want to be guardians.