day1 love

chapter 39* flashbacks and other assorted memories

Nik POV

I was so bored and about to go stir crazy.
I was driving Sam crazy too, he didn't say it, but I knew I was.

He wouldn't let me see the nursery I knew was ready and waiting, and ughhh!
He knew what we were having and wouldn't tell me.
The nerve!

He stayed home with me, only leaving when absolutely necessary.
Actually necessary was when, the other night, a craving for Golden Vanilla ice cream hit me outta nowhere.
Remind y'all, it's full winter here in Philly, the temperature in the upper 20s, and bone chillingly cold.
We had just had a pretty significant snow storm, although it was nothing compared to the blizzard we had 4 years ago in '96, that dumped darn near three feet of snow on us.
This time we got almost 8 inches.

I turned to Sam, as we laid in bed talking about nothing in particular, and cajoled him to please, get me some of this particular flavor.
He grimaced, and ran a hand over his head, shot me a look that said how clearly he wasn't feeling it.
He then rolled over on top of me, nestled his lower half between my thighs and hovered over me.
He  started kissing his way down my body, while I laid there enjoying his attention.
I said, "Babe, what are you doing?" giggling, because his five o'clock shadow was tickling me.
"Maybe I want a snack now too!" He said comically, and blew air on my neck, further adding to my amusement.
His eyes gleamed, and he smirked down at me saying, in his deep timbre, "We got problems?"
Whenever he looks at me like that,
ESPECIALLY when he looks at me like that, I can't form actual words, so I shake my head and give him my own slightly lopsided grin.
He cracks at me, "Good, cause I ain't tryna hear that, Nik!"

He continues the course of action he was on, me sighing, because he has this way of working my body that if I could bottle, we'd never want for nothing ever again.

When he got to my stomach area, one or both of the beanies kicked and it actually was hard enough that he felt it.
He looked up at me in surprise, as my tummy gave a growl at that exact moment, giving away the fact that I was in fact hungry.
He got up and got dressed without saying anything, grabbed his keys and dropped a kiss on my forehead.

A short while later he returned with my ice cream, swiss cheese crackers and a few other snack items.
I shrieked at each newfound treasure, went up my tippy toes and kissed his neck, the only part of him I could reach.
I muttered something about being short, and he chuckled at my expression, then lowered his head so I could kiss him properly.
I thanked him wholeheartedly and he said, "Yeah, Yeah, just don't go telling people you got me wrapped around ya fingers and shit. That's not gangsta, baby"

If only he knew how gangsta I found it.
He caters to me, shows me his vulnerable side, and there's only about a handful of people in the whole world that ever got to see this part of him.

I saw a package of Hersey's kisses, which ever since I'd given him in his gift bag, took on a new significance

One of his preferred treats was called Snowballs, and he grinned as I handed those to him,  he removed the cellophane and munched contently, watching me unpack his little care package.

He always puts so much thought into whatever he gets me.

Even in the very beginning of our relationship, when he didn't have the funds to spoil me, he always made me feel like i was special to him.

I was the first girl he ever allowed past his guards, which until me he always had up, and let me see his amazing heart.

I was his choice to carry his baby, well babies.
That spoke volumes.
He always said he did that, getting me pregnant, on purpose.
It was a tie.
I was now tied to this man forever, and heaven forbid if he had died, my having his babies ensured he would live on.