I woke up the next morning to see my handsome fiance softly sleeping and softly snoring. I couldn't help but watch how his chest moved up and down evenly as he breathed. I found my finger tracing his skin just enjoying the contact with him. I just continued to softly touch his skin because I thought he was asleep. Maybe he was, but I knew that he wasn't anymore when his arms shot out and tackled my waist causing me to fall on my back. He was rather heavy on me since he's been working out and eating constantly, he is a big boy.
I hit his bum playfully, "Niall, get your fat butt off me."
I tried to keep a serious attitude but the giggle after I said that, gave me away. I hit his bum again but this time he shook it, reminding me that we are still naked. It made my stomach feel warm and electrified as I remembered last night; the best night of my life. Niall still didn't listen to me as he started to kiss my neck very tenderly but it set off fireworks in my body.
He whispered, "Do you still want me to get off of you?"
His thick Irish accent, I am convinced, will forever make me turn to jelly in his touch. His fingers trailed up my thigh and I managed to breathe out a "no" in response. Let's just say it took us a while to actually get out of bed. Frankly, with someone as amazing as Niall and with the love we share, I would be happy never getting out of bed ever again. But Niall's grumbly stomach wouldn't let us stay in bed too long. I told him to lay and take it easy and I would bring breakfast to him. He told me that he loved me and I knew it was because I am feeding him. He can be such a little boy sometimes and I can only imagine what kind of trouble his little boy will get away with because he will be just too dang cute to say no too. I'm really in for it but I couldn't care less. I can't wait to carry Niall's child someday.