What a charmer Phillip x reader

Chapter 21

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Warm rays from the sun beamed onto Philip and I as he held me. It was our first night together.

Philips freckled arms held me close to him.

(I'm dying! I went to put freckled and my auto correct put frocks!)

I didn't object, I loved the feeling of safety of his arms.

I felt his head snuggle into my neck as he kissed me.

"Morning Mrs. Hamilton." He said with a smile.

"Morning Mr. Hamilton." I said back as I kissed him.

From a loving kiss, things got a little heated from there. We had started to make out a bit.

I pulled away walking to my closet.

I heard Philip whine as I left his side.

As I went to reach for a dress Philip pulled me to him.

"How was last night?" He he said as me whispered in my ear.

"Spectacular." I said kissing his cheek. "But we have to get ready for the day." I said standing up.

"Today can wait outside that door." Philip said, "Keep it locked out there."

"Philip, you have to go to work soon." I said.

"Not for two more weeks." He said.

Philip and I chose not to travel for a honey moon.

"Oh, right." I said as I hopped into bed.

(It won't be very dirty, just cute couple things.)

Philip wrapped his arms around me once again. I laid my head on his chest. "So, how many kids do we want?" I asked.

"Many?" Philip asked.

"Many!" I cried.

"Well, I have always wanted a big family." Philip said.

"Your the oldest out of seven!" I cried once more.

"Lets out do my mom and pops." He said.

"Philip!" I giggled.

"All joking aside, I would like some kids." He said holding me closer.

"Me too." I smiled.

"Do you think your already pregnant?" He asked.

"Doubtful." I said.

We sat on the bed for hours and just talked about everything.

The two weeks went by in a breeze. Philip had gone back to work and I was not pregnant.

I cooked a meal for Philip and I. I wanted it to be a good meal because I want his to have a good meal after work.

I heard a door shut and a leather bag fall on Philips desk.

I heard his feet hit the wood floorboards. I pretended not to hear him.

I felt his arms wrap around my arms as his head rested on my shoulder.

"Smells good, Dove." He said.

"I hope so." I said kissing his forehead.

"So, is there a bun in the oven?" He asked.

"No." I said.