Just Him ❤

113. Sunday lunch.

The glamour of last night's masked ball in London already felt like a lifetime ago. Now she was back in her home city, Southampton. Sighing wistfully as her fingers touched the soft material of some tiny babygrows, Chloe rolled her eyes at herself, how had she gone from being the least broody person ever to someone who was now desperate for a child? Seb - that's how. She glanced down into her basket at the makeup she'd selected, hoping that one day soon she'd be buying babygrows and nappies instead. Pulling her phone from her pocket she checked the time, eleven-thirty am. Where the hell was Seb? He'd disappeared fifteen minutes ago and they'd have to be at her parent's house soon as her mum was cooking them a Sunday lunch. They were spending three days in Southampton before flying on to Mexico and she wanted to spend a bit of time at her apartment sorting through things in preparation for putting it up for sale. She didn't need the place now that she was marrying Seb, Switzerland was where she called home. A hand swept her hair to one side and a soft pair of lips placed a kiss on her exposed skin.
"Thought I'd find you here." Seb murmured softly before dropping a few things into her basket.

"Mmm." She sighed as she tore her eyes away from the tiny pieces of clothing.

"Soon liebe." He kissed her skin again and slipped an arm around her front to place a hand on her abdomen. "Very soon."

"Yeah, I know." She put her hand on top of his as she looked down to see what he'd put in her basket while he continued to kiss her neck. "Seb?" He hummed against her skin in response, his hand applying slight pressure to press her back against him. "Two things...."

"Name them."

"Actually make that three." She said as she noticed someone nearby pointing their phone in their direction and taking photos.

"Anything." He replied lowly. "Let's go back to your apartment."

"Ok. One - you might want to keep your hands to yourself as I'm pretty sure you've been recognised and as we're in the baby aisle Britta will probably have pregnancy rumours to deal with very soon as well as speculation as to what you have in that bag."

"Shit." He instantly removed his hand and stepped back from her.

"Two - What have you got in that Ann Summers bag and I hope to god you wasn't recognised in there, and three - what the hell is flavoured lube doing in my basket?"

"Well I thought it might good to try. They didn't have chocolate so I got strawberry."

"Since when have we ever needed lube? Go and put it back and then you can tell me what's in that bag."

"You might need it for what's in the bag." He looked extremely pleased with himself as he held the bag out for her to look in it. As the bag was stickered closed in the middle she peaked in to the side of it.

"Jesus fu..... how much did you spend in there?"

"You don't want to know."

"Well good luck getting that through airport security." She giggled. "I wouldn't want to be you if they search your hand luggage."

"Think of the fun I'll have.... I mean we'll have." He have her a wicked grin. "And I was kind of hoping you'd have it in your case."

"I'll take the lingerie but you can take the rest. And whatever you do, don't take that bag into my parent's house, leave it in the boot of the car."

"Don't want your mother seeing your new pet rabbit, huh?"

"Definitely not that kind of rabbit, no."

"I can't wait to try it out on you, bunny." He squeezed her behind suggestively.

"Maybe I'd like to try it out on you instead, Tarquin." She smirked.