When You Let Your Heart Win
"Yeah." I nodded as we walked out of the candle shop we were just at.
"Bear, what that girl said…"
"I ignored it." I smiled and linked my arm with his. "People will have opinions and comments. It's life. I just can't… well I won't let them get to me. Like you said before, nobody knows what's going on in our house and their opinion shouldn't matter."
"Who are you?" He asked stopping in his tracks, making me jerk back some. "Where's my girlfriend at?"
"This time last year, you would've gave that girl an earful." He laughed and stepped closer to me, his hands resting on my hips. "An earful where you'd be extremely pissed and extremely hot where I'd have to go wank."
"She grew up, I guess." I shrugged and looked down some. "Even if you don't want to or even if you say you won't, you'll mature because of Shayla, so I should start acting a smidge of what you'll be."
"But I don't want a mature girlfriend." He pouted, but a smile was working it's way onto his lips. "I like you just the way you are."
"Love. If you're trying to recite Bruno Mars, it's love." I pointed out.
"I'm not." He laughed turning me around and flung his arm over my shoulders. "Just don't mature too much. God knows I can't and won't."
"You need to, babe. You're a father."
"If you put it that way, I've been a father since the second you moved in."
"Arse." I huffed and slapped his stomach with the back of my hand, making him hunch over some at the blow.
"Love you." He sang close to my ear after he straightened up.
"Mhmm." I hummed. "I don't think I believe that right now."
"I'll prove it to you." He nodded and looked around, making me start to freak out.
"Whatever you're going to do, don't." I rushed out quickly and slapped a hand over his mouth, instantly knowing he was going to yell something barbaric.
"But I want to prove…"
"Prove that at home." I laughed.
"Oooooh." He smirked. "Okay."
"No, you pervert." I giggled. "You can cook me dinner. You know that dinner you were supposed to cook me all those months ago but El ended up surprising us with dinner."
"I hate your memory." He huffed, slouching in the process. "You remember everything I don't want you to."
"I'm a lady…"
"Shut up!" I hit him again, but did I laugh with him. I'm not that much of a lady. I'm a pervert, just like him, but some of the time, I know how to act my gender. You can't be a sex crazed woman your whole life and I don't plan to be. "But ladies remember everything they need to know and you cooking me dinner is definitely something I won't forget."
"I'm taking this as 'babe, I see your point, let's buy a new house because in the process of you cooking me dinner, you'll burn the house down, which is okay with me, so please, go ahead."
"Back to this, are we?" I giggled.
"I want to move." He shrugged.
"That house is perfect for us. We have good memories in that house."
"Mostly good." I whispered. "We don't need to buy a new house. Not yet at least."
"Then what can we buy?" He asked looking at me.
"Together?" I asked back, just get him to hum in reply. "How about a dog?"
"You want a dog?"
"No I want a pig." I rolled my eyes. "Yes a dog. You've wanted one for awhile now, why not?"
"Tour's gonna start soon, babe."
"Then after the tour we'll get one." I shrugged.
"Alright." He nodded and actually thought about it. "What kind of dog?"
"Nothing too big." I shook my head. "Something that you can cuddle with."
"We're not getting a dog."
"If you get a dog that you can 'cuddle with' I'm shit out of a bed partner." He huffed. "I'm not losing you to a damn dog."
"But you don't kno…"
"Teddy, you will cuddle that damn dog and forget me. We're not getting a dog." He cut me off, but let's just face it, he's right. I love dogs. They're cute and cuddle-y and if you don't cuddle a dog, why have one?
"Fine." I pouted. "Then a small dog?"
"None of those long, stubby legged dogs." I pointed out.
"Alright." I laughed. "Do you want a mix or a purebred?"
"What do you want?" He turned the questioning back on me.
"Whatever makes you happy." I shrugged.
"This is your idea, bear."
"So you really don't want a dog?" I frowned.
"No, I do." He rushed. "I'm just saying you have a say in this too."
"True." I nodded. "Alright, well as much as a purebred would be amazing, a mix of two or so would be pretty. Like a German Shepherd and a Collie mixed together, that's gotta be one adorable dog."
"Those are both big dogs, babe." He smiled.
"It was an example." I stuck my tongue out at him. "When we get home, let's look up dogs and see if we can breed any or what not."
"Okay." He smiled and kissed my temple. "So, where to, my lady?"
"What the hell did you…"
"Where to, my Teddy?" He snorted.
"Sorta better." I giggled, then thought about what else we could do. "How about the store? You did say we needed food, so we can get that, then we can go home and you can cook me dinner."
"It's like you're begging for me to ruin a good day." He sighed then started to walk us towards our car. "You'll get your damn dinner."
"I know." I giggled.
"It won't be best dinner, but you'll get it."
"I'll enjoy it." I smiled and leaned into his warmth. "You're cooking it for me, I'll love it."
"Can I demand what you can and cannot wear?" I asked as I watched him stir the pasta of whatever he was making. He's not telling me what he's making, but he's letting me sit in the kitchen… but he won't tell me what he's making, I think he's mad. Sighing for maybe the fifth time in the last minute, I just sat there tracing the rim of my wine glass, which held Pinot Gris, my favorite wine, and watched him. This is probably my favourite hobby.
"What would you choose?" He asked putting down the utensil he was using to stir the pasta and turned towards me and moved to the island, where I was sitting and staring at him, and started to shred the lettuce for our salad. There's one thing I know about dinner that is a fact, we're having salad.
"Maybe an apron." I shrugged bringing my glass up to my lips. "With nothing on underneath."
"You need to stop drinking." He shook his head with a smile.
"What?" I gasped. "That's a little insulting, boo. Why?"
"This is my first glass and I've had probably three sips from it!" I laughed at him. "I'm nowhere near drunk."
"Mhmm." He nodded.
"What makes you think I'm drunk, mister?" I asked taking a sip and placing my glass down in front of me and went back to watching him intently.
"You're always verbal when you're drunk."
"Excuse me?" I laughed, fully laughed at him.
"Sexually." He rolled his eyes at me. "You turn into me when you're drunk."
"That's not true." I just can't stop laughing at him. He's too cute.
"When you have too much to drink, your mouth runs."
"Wh…" I sat up straight and pulled a face.
"Last night, when I opened your beer and it…"
"Hahaha." I laughed cutting him off, thinking about him opening my beer and it squirting all over him. Hmm, too funny.
"You shook it, didn't you." He said, not asking, nodding and pointing a finger at me. "I'll remember that."
"Maybe Harry did, but I didn't." I giggled. "If I did, that'd be stupid because it would've been all over me."
"And I'd lick you clean." He smirked. "Then maybe I could've said I lick your clit, when someone says I don't know where…"
"I don't have a beard." I sighed trailing a finger down my jaw. "Good try, boo."
"You get my point." He rolled his eyes at me again. "Your mouth drops with sexual shit when you're pissed."
"You make no sense." I giggled and got up and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind and locked my fingers together, keeping me secure against him. "I guess my drunken mind just says what it wants to and dirty talk is all it can muster."
"Mhmm." He agreed as I kissed between his shoulder blades.
"Can I undress you?"
"See?" He laughed dropping the lettuce he had in his hands. "You're drunk."
"Am not." I fought and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and started to shimmy it up his torso. "I just want to watch you cook my dinner naked." I smiled as he lifted his arms above his head and let me pull his shirt off. "Thanks, boo."
"Mhmm." He hummed and sighed when I went back to how I was before I removed his shirt; pressed up flush against him, taking in his smell, feeling complete as ever.
"Are you going to continue preparing our dinner or are you just gonna stand here?" I asked, trying to sound as serious as I could as I looked up at the back of his head.
"Twat." He huffed grabbing the hedge of lettuce and started to pull it apart and into smaller, bitable pieces. Giving him a few seconds to think I was just going to stand there holding him, before moving for the button on his pants and the second I slipped my thumb in his pants to unbutton them, he pushed his bum back and jumped at the contact, causing me to giggle against his skin. "Twat." He huffed at me again, so I bit him. Not too hard, but enough to leave teeth marks and to make my point to not call me a twat. Ever.
"I told you I wanted you naked." I smiled kissing where I just bit him and leaving my lips against him as I looked up at him. He had his head turned to the side, so I could see his face, his eyes closed, his bottom a ruby red, in shorter wording, he looked beautiful. As always, but that's not the point. "You knew I would be heading South before too long." I continued to tease and watched his facial expressions, puffing out his cheeks and turning back to the hedge of lettuce. He was trying to keep calm and it was cute. "I love you." I sang up at him, my hands leaving his button to his jeans and slid up his stomach and chest, pulling him back against my chest even more.
"Do you love me, boo?" I know he does, but at this precise moment, I bet he doesn't.
"Nope." He shook his head once and popped the p to add to the dramatic effect, and smiling to myself.
"I'm sorry." I apologised and slid my hands back down to his jeans, heading right for the zipper and pulled it down quickly, causing him to sigh.
"No you're not." He spun around quickly, catching me off guard and pushing me back against the counters. "You know exactly what you're doing."
"And what am I doing?" I smiled as I slid my hands down his back and into his pants and briefs and squeezed as much of his bum as I could.
"You're hinting you want me to have dessert first." He smirked and I may of gulped.
"Yes." He nodded grabbing my thighs and picked me up and placed me on the countertop before I could even blink. "I not exactly complaining, I'd just rather you come right out and say it."
"Shh-hh-h." He shushed placing a finger over my lips. "It's okay."
"I just want you nak…"
"Mhmm." He nodded. "You just want me to have dessert first, I understand, no need to explain."
"Since I'm the chef, I demand you to join me in the naked…"
"No." I shook my head.
"Teddy, don't make me go all Christian Grey on you."
i'm so so so so sooooo sorry for the long ass wait
i recently got a job
then i went to a few concerts
and a Penguins game (and got myself a Kris Letang bobblehead ;P)
but yeah, i finished this last night so here we are
it's kind of a pointless chapter but whatever
i just wrote what i could
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