This Love is Ours

Chapter 42: The Unknown

They turned out perfectly.

Right then, Abby rolls over, yawning.

I smile down at her, and she blinks a few times.

She smiles up at me, running a hand through my curls.

"Happy birthday Pat." She smiles, hugging me tightly.

I hug her back, laughing.

"Thanks Abby." I say, hugging her tightly.

She suddenly groans.

"What?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

"I'm sore again." She sighs, looking up at me, smirking.

"Sorry, that would be my fault." I wink, biting my lip.

She rolls her eyes, playfully.

"I'm going to have a shower, and then we can eat breakfast before we head out for the day." She smiles, kissing me on the cheek gently.

"Sounds good." I sigh, running a hand through my curls.

With that, Abigail gets up out of bed, throwing the sheet off of her.

She walks towards the bathroom, completely naked.

I whistle, smirking.

"Pervert." She mutters, under her breath.

"What was that?" I ask, biting my lip.

"Nothing." She giggles, closing the bathroom door behind her.

I laugh, as I hear the shower turn on.

I lie around in bed, watching the skyline carefully.

It's so intriguing, honestly.

After about twenty minutes, Abigail comes out of the bathroom wearing a three-quarter sleeved grey shirt, and a pair of leggings.

She also has on a black scarf.

Her hair is left naturally straight, and she has a light layer of makeup on.

She has on a pair of fuzzy Blackhawks socks that go to just a few inches below her knees, and she is most likely going to wear her Uggs with her outfit.

"Your turn, Kane. I'll make breakfast." She laughs, running a hand through her hair.

"You're too sweet." I laugh, getting up out of bed.

I'm completely naked.

I notice Abigail eye me quickly from head to toe, before she brings her eyes back up to meet mine.

"And you call me the pervert." I wink, as I walk over to the bathroom.

"Shut up, you have nice abs." She laughs, as she makes her way out of the bedroom.

I laugh, as I close the bathroom door and turn on the shower.

After about an hour, I have showered, changed, and eaten the breakfast that Abby had made.

She made chocolate chip pancakes with scrambled eggs and bacon.

It was fucking amazing.

By noon, the two of us are ready to head out for our day.

I'm not sure where we are going, but Abigail does.

We make our way down eighty-four floors, and through the lobby of Trump Tower.

Abby and I emerge onto the streets of Downtown Chicago, the cool air hitting our face.

There is a light layer of snow that falls on the ground, and the sun is still out and shines brightly.