Zinnia [BWWM]

Hey Kitten Guess What

"What are you doing here, Kitten," Arsen asks.

"What are you doing here," I ask.

"I asked you first," he says smirking.

"Zinnia will be staying here for a while and Arsie is my son," Julianne intervenes.

"Mom stop calling me that," Arsen whines.

"Arsie can you show Zinnia to the guest room sweetie," Julianne says ignoring Arsen's whining.

"No, I want to show Zin Zin," Parker says.

"I got it Parker," Arsen says.

"Noooooo," Parker whines.

Arsen picks Parker up and puts him on his back. "We'll show her together," Arsen says.

"Yay," Parker shouts.

"I wanna go too," Dominic shouts.

Arsen puts Dominic on his hip.

"Come on we'll walk to the elevator so you won't have to take the stairs," Arsen says.

He takes the lead and I follow. We walk what feels like forever and get in the elevator.

"Alright monkeys get down," Arsen says carefully sliding Dominic and Parker down.

"There's a wheelchair in the closet if you want to use it," Arsen says.

"Why do you have a wheelchair in your closet," I ask.

"I get into a lot of football injuries," he responds.

"Zin Zin I want you to see my room," Parker yells.

"No I want you to see my room," Dominic shouts.

"No she's gonna see my room first," Parker screams.

"No she's gonna see my room first," Dominic screams.

"Guys you're both wrong. She's gonna see MY room first," Arsen says with a smirk.

Dominic and Parker pout.

"It's okay guys I'll still see your rooms just stop screaming," I say calmly.

The elevator door opens.

"Well let's go Kitten", Arsen says, picking me up bridal style.

"What are you doing," I say frantically.

"I'm just gonna carry you to my room so we can get the wheelchair. Dominic, Parker, get the crutches and put it in the guest room", Arsen says.

"Mkay," they say, grabbing the crutches.

Arsen walks me to the room closest to the elevator.

"Here's my room," he says, placing me on his gray King sized bed. I look around and see his black and blue walls. The room is huge. I get situated on his bed and look up. He has a mirror as his ceiling, a huge mirror.

"Here's the wheelchair," Arsen says, pulling it out from his closet.

He sets it up and places it next to me.Then he helps me get into it.

"Thanks," I mumble.

"No problem Kitten," he replies.

"Stop calling me that. That isn't my name so don't call me that," I say.

"It's your nickname," he says with a smirk.

"I don't even like cats."

"Well good thing I don't call you cat."