Texas Girl (Pt 57)

Not much happening, but this one is so cute <3

Drew's POV
The soft pitter patter of rain on the bedroom window brought me out of a light sleep, the brightness of the white sky and matching forest floor already beginning to give me a headache.
I didn't feel good. I didn't feel good at all.
And then I was on my feet, and sprinting to the bathroom, collapsing on the cold white tile of the floor as I vomited into the toilet bowl.
I'm having déjà vu.
I heaved a few times, and thankfully, it was swiftly over, not much being there to throw up.
Just as it ended, Justin was beside me, and cradling me into his arms.
"You ok?" he asked whilst running his hands over my shaking body.
"Yeah, I'm alright. I don't know why that just happened" I tried to laugh, but ended up back over the toilet.
"Go away Justin, I don't need you to see me like this" I choked out, my hands clutching the ice cold porcelain.
"You're my fiancé. One of the lucky aspects of that is getting to see you in every way possible" I could hear him smiling as his hands gathered up my red hair.
It seemed to be the end of the worst, as my stomach stopped churning and twisting, my body stopped shaking and I stopped gagging.
I slunk back into Justin's lap and nuzzled my head into his neck, my fingers twiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck.
I breathed in the smell of his body. He smelt like sweat, but it was nice. Sort of comforting. I snuggled closer as he lifted me off the tile floor, kissing my head as he took me back to bed.
"What time is it?" I asked quietly, my eyes refusing to slide shut, even though I felt like I could sleep for another ten hours.
"Four AM".
"I can't go back to sleep" I muttered, knowing there would be no point in him tucking me up all cosy in bed, when all I'd end up doing is getting out.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, still holding me in his lap.
"Do you want me to stay up with you?".
"No, I'm fine. Go back to sleep".
I did want him to stay up with me. I wanted him to carry me everywhere and kiss me and hold me tight and make me feel better.
"Nah, I'm staying awake" he smiled softly at me, his hair flat and messy from sleep.
"You need sleep".
"You need me more".
"True, very true" I giggled.
I brushed my teeth twice, and pulled Justin's black hoodie on. It swamped my small body, covering my pyjama shorts, the sleeves reaching down to my fingers.
"You ready babe?" Justin asked.
"Yup" I replied, and he picked me up once again. I giggled softly as he took me out of our room and down the hall.
I continued to laugh quietly at the feel of Justin's left hand tickling my thigh.
"Stop laughing, people are asleep woman!" he chuckled at me, putting on a hilarious urban accent as he carried me past his family's bedrooms. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, although I was probably waking a lot of light sleepers up.
"You're tickling me! I can't help it!" I whispered as he made his way down the stairs, holding me tight so as not to drop me.
"I'm doing no such thing" he denied, his fingers beginning to trace lines up the inside of my thigh. I squirmed in his arms, giggling once again.
"Cut it out!".
"Cut what out?" he chuckled innocently, reaching the kitchen and setting me down on the work surface.
"Whatcha hungry for pretty baby?" he asked, his hands either side of my legs, patting a comforting rhythm on the counter top.
"Mmm... I don't know..." I mumbled, staring at his lips, too busy to focus on his words.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and pulled him a step closer, pressing my lips down on his with a gentle smile.
I could feel him grin as he took my hips and pulled me to the edge of the counter top, closer to his body as he brushed his lips dominantly over mine.
The sound of our wet lips touching and retracting roughly broke through the air, the only noise in the entire house.
"I love that sound" Justin chuckled into my lips, pulling back to begin kissing my jaw for a brief moment.
"What sound?" I laughed nervously at the feel of his warm lips softly sucking on the skin of my neck.
He pecked my lips, and as they left one and other, there was a quiet, satisfying sort of 'click'.
"That sound" he grinned, his hands running up and down my bare legs.
He always makes me nervous. Why am I so nervous? He's my fiancé, I should be used to kissing him by now.
I'll probably never get used to it. It gets better and better every time, if that's even possible.
I stretched forward and gave him one more deep, wet kiss.
Yeah, it's possible.
I took a deep breath to try and gather myself as Justin turned around and opened the fridge, rooting around in amongst the shelves.
I found myself staring at his tensed shoulders, then his tanned back, then his whole torso... Then lower.
"Drew, I can feel you looking at my ass" he chuckled into the fridge.
I blushed so red.
"Oh... Um... Right" I giggled nervously, gazing anywhere but his perfect body.
"And I can also hear you blushing" he laughed again.
"Alright alright, Mr. Know it all. Just make the breakfast" I told him amusedly, swinging my legs back and forth in the air.
"Ooh pushy. Somebody's gonna be a pushy wife" he chuckled, taking a carton of eggs out of the fridge and placing them beside me, a massive smirk on his face.
I dropped my jaw in offence, but it was actually pretty funny.
"I am not. I am going to be a perfect wife. I'm going to cook, but we'll have to live on omelette, I'm gonna clean, but we're gonna have to put up with dirty toilets until they make a business that does that for you, and I'm gonna do the washing, but you'll have to put it on the line, 'cause I really do suck at that" I joked with a nod as Justin stood in front of me, leaning in to peck my lips gently.
"So you're trying to make our family fat, wet, and unhygienic" he retorted with a grin, and I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"You're getting better at omelette" I grinned, placing the scraped clean plate down on the coffee table in the living room.
I settled back down into Justin's lap, and he looked away from the TV to smile at me.
"Thanks babe, I'll give you that twenty dollars later" he chuckled sarcastically, wrapping his arms around my waist as I kissed his head.
"Kay Kay" I smiled, continuing to kiss his smooth hair.
"Are you kissing my head?" he asked, moving his eyes to look up at me in confusion.
"Uhuh" I giggled, pressing my lips to his temple multiple times.
"Why?".
"You do it to me".
"Yeah 'cause I'm the guy. You're the girl. You legally don't have permission to kiss my head" he chuckled.
"Ok, one, that's sexist, and two, what law says that?" I laughed at him, continuing to kiss his head, no matter the protests.
"The law of masculinity".
"The law of masculinity?".
"Damn right".
"Does the law of masculinity say that the girl isn't allowed to tickle the guy?".
"It does".
"Then I guess I'll be breaking two laws today" I grinned, before attacking his bare chest with my fingers. He burst out laughing, falling onto his back down on the sofa. I fell with him, and straddled his hips as I ran my fingers up and down his tan skin with a smile on my face.
"Drew! Stop it! I'm so un-masculine right now I might as well be a girl" he choked out through hysterical laughs.
"Ok! Ok! I'm stopping!" I immediately retracted my hands, holding them high up above my head.
Justin sat upright, me still in his lap as he furrowed his brow.
"You stopped really easy" he stated.
"If you were a girl, we'd be lesbians and we couldn't get married. Isn't it illegal?".
"First of all, that's adorable, and second, I have no idea" he grinned.
"Well then, I guess I can't be held guilty then" I smiled, before beginning to tickle him once again <3