Racing Home

CHAPTER 31

You wake up early the next morning before Pierre, and quietly slip out of bed. You head to the bathroom, wash your face, and brush your teeth before heading to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee and make breakfast. You take out a roll of cinnamon buns from the fridge and get the oven pre-heating. You pour yourself a cup of coffee and go stand out on your balcony taking a breath of fresh air, letting the sun hit your skin. You smile as you feel a pair of hands wrap around your waist.

"I didn't even hear you get up," you whisper.

"I'm stealthy that way," Pierre says laughing and kissing your cheek. You both stand there for a moment and enjoy the sunshine.

"How're you feeling this morning?" He asks.

"Pretty good actually, how about you?"

"Not great but not the worst hangover I've had." Pierre says and you hear the oven ding.

"Oh, oven is ready, time to put the cinnamon rolls in," you say heading inside. You pop the cinnamon rolls in the oven and pour Pierre a cup of coffee.

"What time is our flight again?" Pierre asks.

"2pm" you say and look around your apartment. "I wonder how many bags we can fit on the plane," you think out loud.

"I've taken at least 3-4 before, so probably at least that many. Why what are you thinking?" Pierre asks.

"Just thinking the more stuff, I bring back to Monaco now, the less I'll have to come back for or sent over." You say sighing.

"Don't worry, I'll help you." Pierre says leaning over and kissing you.

"Thank you."

The oven dings again and you pull the cinnamon buns out of the oven, topping them with icing.

"Now this, this is how I want to spend every Monday morning," Pierre says. "Coffee, cinnamon rolls, you in nothing but my t-shirt, great way to start the day," he says running his hands up your thighs and kissing down your neck causing you to moan.

"I can think of another great way to start the day," you say suggestively. Pierre smirks and spins you around to face him. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him as he lifts you up and puts you on the kitchen counter standing between your legs. You both smile and put your foreheads together before leaning in and kissing again.

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You lay on the kitchen floor panting next to Pierre. "Now that is a great way to start the day," you say smiling. "Yeah, let's definitely add that to the list of things to do every Monday," Pierre says chuckling.

You sit up and put his T-shirt back on before heading to the bathroom. You come back out and check on the cinnamon rolls. "Awe they're cold," you say grabbing one. You put a couple on a plate and pop them in the microwave for a few seconds while Pierre slowly gets up.

"Ooph, okay now my heads spinning," Pierre says sitting back down.

"Here have a cinnamon roll and some water," you say setting them down in front of him. "I don't need you passing out on me." He smiles and takes a bite.

"Ughhh that's so good," he says smiling as he takes another bite of the cinnamon roll.

"Can't take too much credit, they are from a can," you say holding up the empty container laughing and taking a bite of a cinnamon roll. You finish eating the cinnamon rolls and your coffee, and head to the bathroom to shower while Pierre cleans up.

You get out of the shower and throw on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, before looking for your luggage. You're able to find four large suitcases and start to pack up some of your clothes and shoes while Pierre hops into the shower. You pack up some of your books and pull out an old photo album. You start flipping through the pages, looking at the pictures. Pierre gets out of the shower and gets changed before coming to sit down next to you.