A Fork Stuck In The Road., chapter 20
[b]*Five years later*[b]
I opened the double fridge door to find something to serve for breakfast. I felt two arms wrap around my waist, and a pair of lips kissing the back of my bare neck. I grinned softly. "Well, good morning to you, too,"
"Morning," he muttered, placing small kisses gently onto my neck and shoulder blade.
"What do you feel like for breakfast?"
"You," he said playfully.
I rolled my eyes and smiled.
"I meant what do you want to eat?"
He ignored my question. "Come back to bed," he whined.
"Baby, Imogene will be hungry."
"She's still sleeping, so we're gonna sleep too!" He said in a stubborn voice.
He shut the fridge doors from behind me and turned me around so that I was facing him. Then he picked me up by the waist, and slung me over his shoulder, ignoring my protesting squeals. When we reached our bedroom, he put me gently down on the bed and crawled on top of me. He leant down and kissed me passionately on the lips.
An hour later, we were both tangled up, naked, in the bed sheets, when there was a knocking on our bedroom door.
"Mommy! Mommy, I'm hungry," Imogene called out.
"Alright sweetie, I'll come and make you some breakfast," I called out, whilst trying to pull a t-shirt over my head and put some jeans on.
I opened up the door quietly to see Imogene with her 'Blanky' (as she liked to call it) draped across her shoulders and most of her small body. I bent down to her level.
"What would you like for brekkie?"
"I want- I want. . ." she thought for a moment, ". . . waffles and chocolate!"
I smiled.
"Let's go downstairs and see what we can find," I said, picking the four year old up, and hoisting her on my hip.
I placed her on the counter and opened the pantry doors to find something suitable to eat.
"How about we have some. . . cereal?" I asked, hoping that she would forget about the waffles and chocolate.
"Uh uh. I want chocolate!"
She was defiantly her father's child. Stubborn as fuck sometimes, but adorable and sweet. She had my soft, blonde hair and both of our bright blue eyes.
"Honey, I don't think that chocolate and waffles are a very healthy breakfast."
"But mommy, I only feel like waffles and chocolate! Daddy, can I have chocolate?"
I turned around to see my beautiful husband walking in the living room, redressed in his PJ's. He walked up to the counter and stood between Imogene's legs. He placed his arms around her back.
"What's the problem, baby girl?"
"I want waffles and chocolate for breakfast daddy," she said in a cute voice.
He grinned lopsidedly, knowing only too well that children Imogene's age are supposed to eat healthy, nutritious breakfasts.
"Okay, let's make some waffles and chocolate sauce," he said. Through all of this, I was just standing behind them with my arms crossed, hoping that he wouldn't say that.
He picked Imogene up, and turned around.
"Are you gonna help us make the waffles mommy?"
I rolled my eyes and smiled. "I guess."
Yes, we spoilt Imogene a lot. We loved her so much; she was our pride and joy. Even though she was a drunken mistake, she was the best mistake I ever made. She had just learnt how to write her name, and she was going to start school next year.
So we ate waffles with chocolate sauce for breakfast. Afterwards, I got Imogene dressed and took her to her friends place for a 'play date'. I returned home shortly after and we decided to go out and walk along the beach. We were lucky 'coz our house was very big, and situated right near the beach, in Oakland.
We reached the beach, and I laced my hands through his. We started talking about random things; dates, our house, peoples birthday parties. We reached 'our spot'. This was the place where last year we escaped from a New Years Eve party, and came out here, and made love at midnight. It was one of the most romantic moments I'd ever had.
He sat down on the sand, and I sat between his legs. We looked out at the beach for a couple of minutes.
"Do you remember the day we married? How in the after party we snuck away and made out in the ladies room?"
I giggled at the thought.
"Yeah, I remember that. Do you remember on my eighteenth birthday? How we started up in the bathroom and then Billie Joe needed the toilet?"
He chuckled, and then rested his head on my neck, but not before pushing my long hair aside.
"I love you so much," he said.
"I love you too, Tre," I whispered.
I opened the double fridge door to find something to serve for breakfast. I felt two arms wrap around my waist, and a pair of lips kissing the back of my bare neck. I grinned softly. "Well, good morning to you, too,"
"Morning," he muttered, placing small kisses gently onto my neck and shoulder blade.
"What do you feel like for breakfast?"
"You," he said playfully.
I rolled my eyes and smiled.
"I meant what do you want to eat?"
He ignored my question. "Come back to bed," he whined.
"Baby, Imogene will be hungry."
"She's still sleeping, so we're gonna sleep too!" He said in a stubborn voice.
He shut the fridge doors from behind me and turned me around so that I was facing him. Then he picked me up by the waist, and slung me over his shoulder, ignoring my protesting squeals. When we reached our bedroom, he put me gently down on the bed and crawled on top of me. He leant down and kissed me passionately on the lips.
An hour later, we were both tangled up, naked, in the bed sheets, when there was a knocking on our bedroom door.
"Mommy! Mommy, I'm hungry," Imogene called out.
"Alright sweetie, I'll come and make you some breakfast," I called out, whilst trying to pull a t-shirt over my head and put some jeans on.
I opened up the door quietly to see Imogene with her 'Blanky' (as she liked to call it) draped across her shoulders and most of her small body. I bent down to her level.
"What would you like for brekkie?"
"I want- I want. . ." she thought for a moment, ". . . waffles and chocolate!"
I smiled.
"Let's go downstairs and see what we can find," I said, picking the four year old up, and hoisting her on my hip.
I placed her on the counter and opened the pantry doors to find something suitable to eat.
"How about we have some. . . cereal?" I asked, hoping that she would forget about the waffles and chocolate.
"Uh uh. I want chocolate!"
She was defiantly her father's child. Stubborn as fuck sometimes, but adorable and sweet. She had my soft, blonde hair and both of our bright blue eyes.
"Honey, I don't think that chocolate and waffles are a very healthy breakfast."
"But mommy, I only feel like waffles and chocolate! Daddy, can I have chocolate?"
I turned around to see my beautiful husband walking in the living room, redressed in his PJ's. He walked up to the counter and stood between Imogene's legs. He placed his arms around her back.
"What's the problem, baby girl?"
"I want waffles and chocolate for breakfast daddy," she said in a cute voice.
He grinned lopsidedly, knowing only too well that children Imogene's age are supposed to eat healthy, nutritious breakfasts.
"Okay, let's make some waffles and chocolate sauce," he said. Through all of this, I was just standing behind them with my arms crossed, hoping that he wouldn't say that.
He picked Imogene up, and turned around.
"Are you gonna help us make the waffles mommy?"
I rolled my eyes and smiled. "I guess."
Yes, we spoilt Imogene a lot. We loved her so much; she was our pride and joy. Even though she was a drunken mistake, she was the best mistake I ever made. She had just learnt how to write her name, and she was going to start school next year.
So we ate waffles with chocolate sauce for breakfast. Afterwards, I got Imogene dressed and took her to her friends place for a 'play date'. I returned home shortly after and we decided to go out and walk along the beach. We were lucky 'coz our house was very big, and situated right near the beach, in Oakland.
We reached the beach, and I laced my hands through his. We started talking about random things; dates, our house, peoples birthday parties. We reached 'our spot'. This was the place where last year we escaped from a New Years Eve party, and came out here, and made love at midnight. It was one of the most romantic moments I'd ever had.
He sat down on the sand, and I sat between his legs. We looked out at the beach for a couple of minutes.
"Do you remember the day we married? How in the after party we snuck away and made out in the ladies room?"
I giggled at the thought.
"Yeah, I remember that. Do you remember on my eighteenth birthday? How we started up in the bathroom and then Billie Joe needed the toilet?"
He chuckled, and then rested his head on my neck, but not before pushing my long hair aside.
"I love you so much," he said.
"I love you too, Tre," I whispered.
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