Chapter 18

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☆ Alexis' POV

"Hey" I chirp, wrapping my arms around him from behind.

He smiles over his shoulder and I take advantage to kiss him.

"Mm," he hums into my mouth.

I pull away and smile.

"Don't you look tasty" he says to me, turning around to take a full look at me.

I smile and brush his hair off his face.

"Have I ever told you how sexy you look in an apron?" I whisper.

He makes a throat sound and tugs me to his chest.

"Yes... but I'd remember better if you showed me" he smirks and leans in to capture my lips in a kiss.

His hand slips up my dress and soon he's tugging on the clasp of my bra.

"Noie..." I moan, trying to stop.

"Just a quick one" he moans back, ready to unclasp my bra.

"We had a quick one in the shower" I whisper.

"You can never have enough, Lexi. C'mon my love" he mutters, kneading my skin like dough.

"Ew, get a room, you two!" Maila cries out.

He grunts and pulls away from me, glaring at Malia.

"Happy?" he asks her.

She eyes us.

"I'd prefer if you went back to hating his ass, Alexis," she tells me. "The love's getting in his head".

I chuckle and peck his lips before fully entangling myself from him.

"You can't do it everywhere!" she sings. "And keep it down when you do. My godson has sensitive ears".

"What is with you this morning?" I ask.

She gulps down her water and looks at me.

"What is with you?" she grins. "Why do you have that glow?".

I make a face.

"What glow?".

"The pregnant one!" she shrieks. "I recognize that from seven years ago" then she scoffs. "It wouldn't surprise me though... with all your activities" she eyes the living room.

Noah suddenly tilts my face to meet his.

"What are you doing?" I chuckle.

"Are you pregnant?" he asks, a certain glow in his eyes.

I smile and kiss his lips.

"No baby, I'm not".

His face falls.

What?

He gives me a stiff nod.

"We'll do more activities then," he tells me.

I make a face.

"What?".

"I said we'll do more activities. In fact, we can start right now" he takes my hand. "Let's go".

"Wait, wait" I laugh, taking my hand back.

He frowns.

"You want another one?".

"Is that a trick question?".

I flick my eyes back and forth.

"Err...".

"We never said we'd have one child" he cuts me off.

"I know but...".

"Seven years is too much spacing".

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