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Grace's POV.
'' Where do I put this?'' Alex asks holding a tray full of cookies as I fly across the room to open the oven and take out the cake I have preciously baked.
'' In the basket on the table.'' I flip my hair away from my face and stop for a second.
The kitchen is a mess, there's flour everywhere and I feel so dirty and sweaty I think I'll start to sting in a minute. That's what you get when you spend the whole morning cranking out stuff.
Alex looks puzzled as he struggles to fit the last thing in the overloaded basket and then raises his dark eyes to me, an amused light crosses his features making him grin.
'' What?'' I say cutting him off. Alex lifts his hands in surrender and takes a step back.
'' Nothing. I wasn't going to say you may have slightly overcooked, for a meal you will be having with me.'' My eyebrow goes up and I put my hands on my hips, ready to eat him alive for where this is going to lead.
'' Oh and what is this supposed to mean, Mr. Doubty?'' I scold Alex and he smiles widely, happy for the reaction he's having on me. I'm pissing off and the fact that I'm pregnant and dirty along with already tired and stressed, doesn't help me. I know he's just playing but I'd rather him not to push too much his luck.
'' Nothing. I mean you sure have made all those things for me, right?'' I roll my eyes and throw a cloth to his face frustrated for his constantly attempt to let me admit I'm still a sucker for that curly boy. It's not that I don't know it already, but it kind of stings saying it out loud.
'' Yeah I did. And if you don't stop I'll eat them all by myself.'' Alex widens his eyes and embraces the basket protectively as he takes it away from my sight.
'' No. You made glazed cookies, I won't let you devour them without me. They're mine, I've helped and I want my reword.'' I stick my tongue out and pass an hand on my face.
'' Stop provoking me then or you will not get any.'' Alex nods and childish swings on his position, his arms crossed behind his back as he comes closer to me, a smirk spreading on his lips. I ignore him and start to clean the kitchen.
'' You know what you want instead?'' I sigh and smash the cloth I'm using on the sink turning around ready to snap at him before he says something obscene about me and Harry. But I distractedly hit the steaming pot that I have put on the workplace to cool down. I burn my wrist and jump on my place gripping my harmed limb.
'' Oh Fuck!'' I scream and Alex widens his eyes scared.
'' What did you?'' he takes my hand and brings it under the streaming water immediately so that the pain can erase. It stings as fuck.
'' Shit, shit, shit. You and your bloody mouth, always blathering about things I don't give a shit. Shit'' Alex giggles and shakes his head cheekily, giving me a push with his shoulder.
