Late Night Thoughts with H&H…Part 5

I felt a soft kiss on my forehead.

“My sleeping beauty…” he whispered through a smile. “Hmm?” I responded, still half asleep and not entirely sure where I was or who I was answering. “Baby it’s pushing half ten and…”

‘Baby?’ I thought. Wait…That’s Hunters’…That must mean…

“Oh Shit!” I said aloud. Hunter stifled a laugh as I quickly ducked under the covers, now excruciatingly aware of where I was and what had taken place right there in those red sheets not so long ago. “How are you feeling?” he asked with a genuinely thoughtful and concerned tone. With only my eyes and nose visible from under the sheets, I sheepishly answered“I’m…okay”.

Yanking down the sheet he quizzed, “Are you sure?” and I, perhaps a little too honestly, answered “Yeah, I’m sure — feeling a little sore and weird down there, but I don’t think it’s anything I can’t handle…” He smiled that magnificently cheeky smile and climbing on top of me, responded, “Oh, is that so? Well, if Miss Hayden thinks she can hack some more, I am more than happy to accommodate that request…” Giggling, I pushed myself up and pushed him off, retorting “In your dreams Mr Hunter!”

After making full use of the towel and spare toothbrush he’d left for me in his en suite, I slowly got dressed, again contemplating everything that happened the night before. I stood there staring at my crotch, thinking, damn! I know my friends would want the explicit version of events relayed to them. I let out a sigh and a giggle.

I was especially grateful for the spare underwear, deodorant (and socks) I always carried in my bag. Following a quick brush of the hair and a very light application of makeup, upon re-entering his room, I was greeted with breakfast. A cinnamon swirl with sweet milky coffee — my favourite!

I could feel those chocolate brown eyes glaring into me and with this, I began to smirk. Not only because I could feel him staring, but because of what I was 99% sure I heard him say to me several hours earlier.

In my head I mulled over how was I going to ask him about it. ‘Sooo…can you confirm you said you loved me last night?’ — No no, too formal, and forward for that matter. Maybe I should just come out and say it, ‘Thanks for the cinnamon swirls and coffee…Love you?’ – Oh Sweet Jesus Lord, no! Perhaps I could just give him the double eyebrow shuffle, a nudge and a wink, and be like ‘I know, I know. Mama loves you too Daddy…’

Lord. Have. Mercy.

If he stuck around after that delivery, even I would question him. For the sake of my dignity, it’s probably best I just keep my mouth shut…Mama…Daddy…REALLY?!

“Why so pensive beautiful?” Hunter asked, interrupting my perfectly normal and, thankfully inaudible conversation with myself. “Huh? Oh! No reason. I guess I was just day dreaming. What’s your plan for the day anyway? Don’t you usually work on Saturday’s?” He got up from the bed and opened the balcony doors, drowning the red room in a sea of yellow and gold, “I do, but I called in sick. I didn’t want to leave you here alone with a note explaining my absence. I didn’t want to leave you period.” I smiled to myself again and joined him on the balcony. “Aww, thank you baby. I don’t want you to leave now or ever either!”

We both looked at each other a beat too long…
I was the first to break the trance.

“…Well, I guess you’re stuck with me then! We could grab some bits from the shop and have a picnic at the park or just feed the ducks their lunch and then grab some some of our own. We could go to that burger place you keep harping on about?” He answered, “What ever you want baby girl, you’re the boss!”

Boss? Damn right! I thought.

And with that, we made our way to the park. Diced bread and debit cards in tow.