"Hello! My name's Chef Elvi and today we are going to be making snickerdoodle cupcakes!" I speak in an excited voice, smiling at myself.
"Who are you talking to, kitten?"
I scream and jump, sending the whisk that was in my hand into the air and onto the floor with a loud smack. My heart races and my face burns red with embarrassment.
I think he has superpowers.
"Baby?" He questions in concern.
I turn to him with a frown now settled onto my face. "I was um, I w-was pretending to make a YouTube video. Ya know.. gotta prepare for w-when I become famous," I answer.
Alek's lips upturn into a small grin as he walks around the kitchen island, pulling me into his chest once he gets in front of me.
I wrap my arms around his waist, nuzzling my face into his chest, and inhaling his yummy scent. His big hands rest on the bottom of my back, his fingers softly rubbing it through my shirt. He pulls away after a while and his eyes take in my appearance, smiling to himself while I do the same.
He's dressed in shorts which is a weird thing that rarely happens and a simple graphic t-shirt.
"You're a pretty little chef," he softly says, his hand now on the side of my neck.
"Do you like my apron, daddy?" I ask, pulling at the purple fabric that is decorated with small white daisies. "Ooh! And look at my socks!" I exclaim, now pointing at the pink socks that have llamas on them.
I hear him quietly laughing, the beautiful sound making my stomach flutter with fuzziness.
"You look adorable, love."
"Thank you! Do you want to help me bake?" I ask, tilting my head and getting ready to use my puppy eyes if necessary.
"Sure, baby," he responds, making me shake my fists in happiness.
A soft pat is felt on my booty when I turn around.
...
After about an hour of me doing all the hard work and Alek staring at me like the creep he is, the cupcakes are completed.
"Are you gonna try one?"
"I could eat you instead," is his reply.
I give him a look and shake my head at his naughty behavior. He's always so horny. "Try one," I demand, putting one in front of his face.
He rolls his eyes but grabs the cupcake from me anyways.
I grab my own when I hear my stomach loudly grumble and take a big bite, looking over at the man so I can see if he likes it or not.
His face is completely blank as he chews.
"D-do you like it?" I stutter nervously, eyes focused only on him.
He looks over at me again, humming a 'mhm'.
"Really? You're n-not lying to me?"
"I'm not lying, baby," he reassures. "It's delicious."
"Okay, good," I say, going back to finish mine.
...
"Boo!" I yell as I jump out from behind the door. He doesn't even react. "What's wrong?"
His eyebrows slightly scrunch together in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Y-you're not acting like your usual self. You haven't smiled in like over two hours," I inform, my voice filled with concern. I fiddle with the end on my soft nightgown, glancing up at the beautiful man.
"I don't know," he says with a shrug to his shoulders. "Just feeling weird, I guess."
"Oh, I-I'm sorry, darling. Wanna watch a movie? We can cuddle."
"That sounds perfect, baby," he responds, taking a step forward and intertwining our fingers together. I smile at him before dragging him to the couch, pulling his head into my lap so I can play with his long hair.
We decide to watch 'Inside Out' but I don't really focus on the movie, instead admiring my husband.
He's so pretty. "You're so pretty," I whisper without thinking about it.
He finally smiles a little and his cheeks get painted a light pink from my words.
I give him a kiss on his forehead, another on the corner of his lips, warmly smiling down at him.
I really hope I'm preggo.
...
The next morning, I'm woken by the feeling of feathery kisses on my chubby stomach. My eyes slowly peel open, cautious of the bright sun that shines through the window.
Alek's lips softly trail up, my underwear now on display because he has the nightgown scrunched up by my bra line.
"Good morning, darling," his deep, raspy voice whispers against my skin.
He gives one last peck on my ribs before flipping himself onto his back beside me and lifting me up on top of his body.
"Good morning," I whisper back.
I lean up to kiss his beautiful lips, his hand stopping me by covering them. I pout and glare at him, silently asking him why the heck he would do such a thing.
"I think I'm sick," he explains. "And I don't want the little baby to get sick too, okay?"
"But what about my kissies?" I question in a whiny voice.
I see his lips twitch up slightly as I speak. "No whining, darling. I'll give you a million kissies when I feel better," he says in a stern voice.
My pout only deepens.
"Pinky promise?" I ask, sticking my pinky out in front of his face.
He wraps his pinky around mine, widely grinning at me. "I promise, little one."
A soft kiss is given to each of my dainty fingers while I watch the man in a daze. He's just so.. magical.
And wow.
He also looks mighty tasty with no shirt on and messy bed hair.
"W-will you read some poetry to me?"
His smile expands, showing his teeth.
"Of course, my love. Pick a book," he softly demands, pointing to the bedside table where a pile of books are stacked up.
I pick one that had a pretty cover and had a pretty name, crawling back to Alek, and laying back onto him, my head laying on his hard chest.
I listen to his smooth, soothing voice speak art and his heart as it softly beats against his chest, the rhythm almost matching my own. My fingers move along his unique tattoos, following the lines that are permanently etched onto his body, and think about how different my life would be if I never met him.
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