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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years

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Title: Convince Me To Go {7}

AU Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Mild Cursing, Slow Burn

Words: 3.9k

Summary: When we run away, we’re usually running from something. This time you may have run toward it instead.

Note: Welp. 🤷🏾‍♀️ I hope you enjoy this.

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

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This was not what you were expecting. You honestly didn’t know what you expected really. Four walls yes. Something masculine yes. Something disorganized maybe. Something dark possibly. What was before you was not what you expected. It was masculine and bathed in cool colors such as navy blues, greys, some white here or there and even black, but it wasn’t dark, it felt airy and comfortable. It was also quite organized.

As you looked around everything was in place or a place that it looked to belong. It was a wide-open space that was separated enough to leave designated spaces for a kitchen, dining space, living room, another space that looked to be a lounge of some sort and another room that was down a few steps that had a wide table in the middle and several papers on top and other items that looked like they were precariously laying around.

“Everything okay?” You jumped hearing his voice behind you.

“I’m sorry, I thought you heard me come up.”

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t—everything’s fine. Nice place.”

“Is that your honest opinion? I know it may not be what you’re used to.”

“What am I used to?”

“Waldorf, Crown Plaza, elaborate penthouses.”

You sighed and walked away from him while continuing to look around at the different items. You saw more than a few boxes lying around and wondered if they were moving in boxes or moving out boxes.

“What makes you think this?” He didn’t answer when you turned he was giving you the once over.

“Ah, my clothes. You know not everyone who dresses well is wealthy right.”

He shrugged then walked further inside as he peeled off his jacket. “Can I take yours?”

“Thank you.” For the first time that night, you took off your jacket and handed it to him. As he took it he looked over your body and gave a small smile. As he hung your coats you walked to the window and glanced down to the street. it was close to sunrise, you could tell.

“Are you wealthy?”

“I do well enough for myself,” you responded. Again, he nodded.

“Okay. So, a shower. How does that sound?”

“Like heaven.” He smiled and disappeared around a corner to what you assumed was the bedroom.

You saw a few pictures on a shelf and walked to it to be nosey. One was him with two other women and a man who all shared a resemblance to him. siblings, you guessed then moved on to another picture of him and an older woman who had a kind face and surmised it was probably his mother. You continued to scan the contents of the shelf and found yourself smiling at what was there. From the titles of the books, you concluded he was definitely an intelligent man who would be able to hold a conversation about more than sports which was an attractive thing.

You saw a picture of him and another woman who looked to be his age, her hair was brown with dirty blonde highlights. Somehow she looked familiar but you couldn’t place her and knew the likelihood of her being familiar was impossible, so you shook it off. She gave off a prissy aura, one that said she took herself very seriously. They were standing close to each other, but his arm wasn’t around her in any way. It looked like a rehearsed picture, one that he didn’t look to be feeling.

“All right, it’s all ready for you. I got you a clean towel and a bottle of bath wash, and this.” He held up a loofah and your eyes widened. “I had to dig in the deepest, depths of Christmas past to find this.” You smiled and approached him.

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” He nodded as you took the items, your hands touched in the process and your movements from then slowed.

“Uh, so the bathroom is right around there, can’t miss it.” He pointed to it. you nodded and walked to where he pointed then stopped before you went around the corner.

“Thank you white prince Evans.” He smiled and nodded then you walked away.

The scents in the hall were masculine and got stronger when you opened the bathroom door. As you stepped in and glanced around you noticed it was clean and felt relieved. Most men were messy, disgusting creatures but he looked to be the opposite. You could have guessed that from the way he was groomed. His beard and mustache were perfectly clipped, and his eyebrows were also neatly bushy. He took pride in his appearance, but it also looked like he took pride in the appearance of his house.

As you undressed you had to fight the urge to open the medicine cabinet and snoop. You wanted to know more but you also didn’t want to pry or invade his privacy. So, you fought the urge—hard. The first feel of the hot water on your skin was heaven. You must have stood there without moving for ten minutes. It felt too good to move so you just stayed there. When you turned you saw his products and that was where you couldn’t stop yourself from snooping. You read and opened bottles then sniffed to your heart’s content. Everything smelled so good. You decided on the one that smelled like Hawaii and a waterfall in the middle of a pine tree-filled forest. It smelled like him.

As you lathered, scrubbed and rubbed trying to wash the last several hours of dirt, grime, stress, worry and every emotion you’d felt since you hopped on a bus to flee home. It was then you thought about everything. You knew your parents had probably put out a missing person’s alert and everyone was probably trying everything to reach you. You were running out of time. Time was always against you from the beginning.

You took up his shampoo and began washing your hair, normally you were very picky about what went in your hair but right now you were a beggar and you couldn’t very well be choosey. You got lost in the smells, the feel of the hot water and the richness of the lather against your skin and with it lost track of how long you were in there.

After you tidied up behind yourself and wrapped yourself in the towel, you walked out and back down the hall you came down. The smell of pizza filled your nostrils and you moaned. When you rounded the corner, his back was turned in the kitchen. You leaned against the wall and just admired the broadness of his shoulders and the way his shirt sucked on him. he was easily six feet at least, an attractive six feet. He must have felt you there because he spun around but didn’t speak. He looked stunned silent. You started to feel self-conscious and gave yourself a once over.

“Uh—I know, a lot different. Not nearly as put together as earlier in the night, I know.” You walked closer as you spoke until you were behind the island counter with him on the other side.

“It’s—me no filters, or makeup.”

“At the risk of sound like a really huge sleaze,” he began and looked at you waiting for permission to continue. You nodded giving it to him. “You are a very—incredibly beautiful woman.” You didn’t miss the way his voice dropped an octave or two. It made you bite your bottom lip and take a deep breath. “You need no filters or makeup.”

You smiled small at first, but it spread to the size of Texas in no time. You felt like a Disney princess after her prince had just told her she was the prettiest in all the land. It was disgusting how the butterflies flit around your belly.

“Safe for me to grab a shower?” You nodded as he rounded the island.

“I actually found you some clothes if you want to wear something other than the towel.” He walked to the couch and held up the neatly folded stack. You took it and thanked him before he walked off to the bathroom. “Make yourself at home.”

The items he gave you were matching plaid pajamas. The top alone looked like you could wear it as a dress. When you were sure he wouldn’t come back out you put the items on. They were warm and smelled like him which made you snuggle in them. You walked around and made your way down the three steps to look at the papers on the table. They were architectural plans for some building. It looked sleek and modern in design. As you rummaged through the sketches you found yourself smiling at all the plans you saw. He was good.

You looked around the workspace and saw things a contractor would have, plans, sketches, binders and books of vendors, design, and more. From everything you saw, you felt his passion for his career and knew he could bridge the two with the right vision. You tried not to think about how easy it would be for you to fit into the mix with your real estate experience. Thoughts like that were crazy and dangerous.

The smells from the kitchen caught your attention again and you went to check what smelled so good and found two pizzas in the oven that looked just about done. As you took them out and placed them on top of the island you rummaged through the drawers hoping to find a knife of something to cut the pizza. You then looked through the cupboards and found popcorn and wine in the fridge. A smile spread across your face. this was a Sunday night for you, pizza, popcorn, and wine.

After another five or so minutes you looked up and saw him walk closer with sweatpants bottoms sitting low on his hips and nothing else. For the first time, you took notice of how perfect his body was. He was built to be naked. You bit your bottom lip while your eyes slowly took in every inch of him. who knew he hid all of that underneath that wool coat.

“Hungry?”

“God yes.” You sounded anxious as fuck. You were well aware. When you looked at his face he was smiling. You cleared your throat and looked away just as the microwave went off. You walked to it thankful for the distraction.

“I see you made yourself at home.”

“You did tell me to.” You dumped the final bag into a bowl and turned to him.

“Interesting combination you have here.”

“I promise you won’t regret it.” He smiled and took one of the treys of pizza and walked to the living room and put it on the wooden coffee table before he came back for the other. You walked with him carrying the other items. You dropped into the small sectional couch and groaned. He sat slowly while winching. You felt bad for him. You stood again and walked to the bag of dressing the hospital provided then came back to him.

“Will you let me help?” He nodded then sank in the cushions, so he was a little slouched. You dropped to your knees between his legs and prepared the gauze and antiseptic spray provided. While you read the back, you felt his eyes on you.

“This may sting—a lot, there is alcohol in it.” Peeping up to him you noticed the beer bottle in his hand. You didn’t realize he’d gotten the pack of beer.

“Do your worst fancy, I’m at your mercy.” He took a swig of beer and dropped his head back onto the cushion and waited. Once you wet the gauze you arched onto your knees and moved closer to him. your hand hovered over the wound; you didn’t want to hurt him. Seeing you didn’t have a choice you pressed the soaked material to the wound.

“Fuck me!” his pain was evident, all the color drained from his face and as he held his breath his neck and chest turned a bright tomato red shade.

“I’m so sorry, ten more seconds so it really seeps in there.” He groaned louder and squeezed the beer bottle tightly, so tightly his knuckles turned damn near paperwhite. You also noticed through his duress the veins in his arms bulged as did his muscles, he looked incredibly ripped.

“Fuck!” His shout shook you back to reality and you pulled the gauze back then instinctively bent to the wound and blew on it. You didn’t realize you were touching his thighs using them to keep yourself propped up. you blew for a long while then peered up to him.

“How is that? Better?” his eyes were glued to yours and the color was slowly returning to him. the way he looked at you made the hairs on your arms stand up and those damn butterflies return.

Slowly he nodded his head. You pulled back and cleared your throat and prepared the ointment.

“I feel so bad.”

Groaning he took a few breaths. “Why?” His voice was strained, pained.

“First you got a split brow and cheek saving me in that alley, then you got stabbed trying to protect me. You were probably better off never having met me. I may be more trouble than I’m worth.” You pouted.

He studied you and thought you were the cutest thing. He also thought you were being too hard on yourself. He never had the thought through this whole ordeal that he wished he’d never met you. He actually came close to thinking the opposite.

“I don’t think you’re trouble.”

“You don’t know me,” you added as you came closer again and began gently applying the paste-like ointment to his wound. The first touch of your hand made him flinch, not from pain or anxious energy for the pain he was expecting. He flinched at the sudden electrical shock he got, a shock only he felt apparently. He acknowledged as you focused on his side that your hands felt good on his skin.

“Eh, I think I know you well enough by now.”

“Oh yeah. Please do tell white prince Evans.” He took a longer gulp of his beer then sighed out.

“You’re the kind of woman who always does what she’s told, always does what’s expected of you. You would rather do it than risk disappointing your parents. Even though you dream of being brave enough to do just that but can’t because your family means a lot to you, it’s all you think you have but you’re wrong. You have so much more. You even offer more than beauty though that is all you think you have.”

You were speechless. He’d just read you pretty accurately. Your mouth was dry. Pulling your hand away from his skin you wiped the excess ointment off and took up the bandage.

“Stand up for me.” With plenty of groaning and grimacing, he stood while you remained on your knees before him. You then wrapped the white bandage around his waist making sure to make it tight but not too tight. His eyes remained glued to your face never once taking them off you. You could feel it, but it didn’t make you self-conscious right now. It made you feel, but you couldn’t figure out just what you were feeling.

“All done.”

“Thank you.” Nodding you stood and dropped into the couch as he slowly sat back down.

“I’m glad we met, I’ve had a lot of fun with you tonight,” he softly admitted. You looked at him and smiled.

“You have?”

“Of course.”

The two of you passed the time eating, watching tv and talking about everything and anything. He talked about architecture and why he chose it in college and talked about what growing up in Boston was like and so many stories that made you laugh. In turn, you told him about how you got into real estate, what you liked about New York and a little of how you grew up. you didn’t want to tell him too much, so you kept it very minimal.

After the pizza was long gone, as was the bottle of wine the two of you were now on the second six-pack of beer and completely enthralled in conversation not caring that the sun was beginning to peek from behind the clouds.

“So I have to ask now. After all that, why are you still single?” Your smile fell and you looked down. Raising the bottle to your head you took a few gulps.

“After all what?”

“You’re funny, you’re smart, you’re not as mean as you first come off, you’re beautiful that’s not hard to see, and you know how to have fun. So why?”

“what if I told you me knowing how to have fun is new—like tonight new?”

“Bullshit.” You smiled and shrugged.

“No bullshit. I have always been pretty boring. I work, shop, things of that sort. Yeah the occasional club, and dinner and drinks but nothing out of the ordinary.

“So, what was tonight?”

“I don’t know, me taking a stab at being another person. Someone who fits in better I guess.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Try to fit in. don’t ever try to fit in. it’s so clear you were born to stand out.” Your heart skipped a beat. It was a line. It had to be a line you thought. But damn it was smooth. The line coupled with the way he was looking at you it could have been so easy to just melt.

“Wow. Now I have to know. Why are you single? That line alone would have dropped a room full of panties.”

He laughed loud and groaned holding his side. Apologetically you pouted.

“First of all, I told you I’m picky. Second, it wasn’t a line. It was an observation.” You nodded.

“Okay, so you’re picky. What do you like? Tell me your ideal woman.”

He sighed and finished his bottle then took another. You finished yours also and he handed you a new one.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“Deal,” you quickly answered.

“Fine, uh—someone smart there is nothing more attractive than a woman with a brain and some intelligence. Someone funny, she has to be able to make me laugh no ifs ands or buts. Hmm, someone polite, I am a stickler for manners. Someone who tells it like it is. I hate liars and people who feel the need to censor themselves all the time. Also, someone who isn’t a poser, she has to be able to be her own individual and not follow the masses. Someone who knows who she is and won’t try to change for anyone or try to change me. Someone who is passionate in everything they do.”

You sat there and just watched him talk. There was something beautiful about how he formed words, how his mouth shaped when he spoke. It was distracting. Through everything, he said none of it sounded like you.

“You didn’t say a thing about looks.”

“Looks don’t matter. If you look at my past girlfriends you wouldn’t be able to see a certain type. I don’t have a type. I follow vibes—feelings.”

You nodded and drank from your bottle.

“And you?” Sighing you groaned out and rubbed your forehead. You had no idea what your ideal man was. You thought you did but it’s funny what a few hours could change.

“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know?”

“It means I thought I knew what my ideal guy was like, I thought I had it all figured out but now—I don’t think I do.” He was quiet for a few moments.

“Now?”

You took another sip and chanced a look at him. “Yeah, now.” The two of you sat quietly drinking your beers and gazing at each other. It was as if you both had tons to say but neither of you dared to.

“So, tell me what you thought it was.” Pulling your legs underneath you and hugging them you rested your chin on your knees then sighed.

“Someone outgoing, someone ambitious, secure in life, strong-minded you know the people who can hold their shit together and yours too, someone simple easy to handle and please, someone who had a plan and always executed, someone who was adaptable, conscientious, a good provider I guess.” As you listed the traits you knew it sounded stupid.

“Were you looking for a boyfriend or a business partner?”

You didn’t answer. He had a point it all sounded so stiff.

“It just sounded very practical, and—clinical.”

“What’s wrong with practical? Practical is secure.”

“Practical is boring,” he blurted.

“Well, I told you I was boring.”

“Plus, life and love are not practical because neither of those things are singular, it’s multi-faceted. There are so many layers to life and love. Relationships cannot be practical. Maybe for you to figure out what you want is to embrace impracticalness, embrace and go with it. you’ve gone with what is expected of you for so long I bet you don’t even know how to be impractical, impulsive.

“I hoped on the first bus I found without knowing the destination. That screams impulsive.”

“It was impulsive. How many times on the bus did you have a panic attack thinking you shouldn’t do it?”

You smirked and drank your beer. “My point exactly. Embrace the impracticality of life and love.”

You thought about his words and you really wanted to, but the word “but” was ringing in your head. He was staring at you as if he were waiting for you to either say something or do something. You bit your bottom lip and his eyes fell to your mouth. You looked away from him and groaned. You finished your beer and stood.

“Should probably clean all this up.” Before you turned he grabbed your hand and held it. looking at it you moved to look at him. He lowered his beer bottle from his mouth and put it down.

“Come ’er.” You turned then stepped between his spread legs. When you did he put his free hand on your waist.

“What’re you doing?”

“Something impractical and impulsive,” he responded.

Your heart was racing so fast you swore he could hear it. You bit your bottom lip but didn’t move, his hands traveled to the buttons of the shirt you wore and slowly began unbuttoning them. With each passing second, your nerves rose. This was something you wanted. You probably shouldn’t but you wanted him. when he’d reached halfway he dropped his hands. He was giving you time to make the final decision. He sat there patiently without an ounce of urgency in his expression. His eyes were another story they said everything. In them, you saw how much he wanted you, saw how much turned on he was, the intensity behind those lagoon blue eyes made the decision not much of a decision at all. This was probably where the entire night was leading.

After almost a minute you raised your hands and finished undoing the buttons on the shirt, then you shrugged it off. His eyes stayed on yours for a few seconds longer then they dipped to take in our exposed breasts. He tipped his tongue out and slowly darted them across his lips. He hooked his pointer in the waistband of the pants and pulled you closer. You sat on him, straddling his thighs.

“Tell me what want, fancy,” his voice was low, deep and sexy as hell.

“You.”

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barbaravalentino · 6 years

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“When a Man Loves a Woman...”

Story: The Royal Romance.

Pairing: Drake x MC (Barbara Valentino).

Some of the characters belong to choices, pixelberry. Just borrowing them for a bit.

Here you go @museofbooks hopefully you will like them. Btw, thanks for the ask.

1. Which one picks the other up like lost puppy under the rain?

It was strange when rained poured in Valtoria. Drake and Barbara went on a shopping spree after finding out the gender of their first baby. On their way back from the mall to Valtoria it started to rain, slowly at first. But the time they reached Valtoria it was raining cats and dogs. They waited inside their car for 30 minutes for the rained to slow down, but it got worst.

- “Oh my god! Drake, how are we going to get inside?” Barbara asked with a shock expression.

- “Let’s just wait a few more minutes babe.” Drake said while looking through the sunroof.

- “Drake, we’ve been waiting for almost an hour... I need to pee.”

- “Oh, Valentino! It’s raining cats and dogs outside. You can’t run with your high heels.... by the way why are wearing high heels if you are 5 months pregnant? You know that’s dangerous Valentino.” Drake asked slightly annoyed.

- “I’ll take them off and run to the door, it’s not even that far. And I can use high heels as long as I am careful, so don’t even start.”

Drake shook his head and looked at her for several seconds in silence. “Okay... why don’t I take my jacket off and you cover us from the rain while I carry you to our home.” He asked.

- “Okay. Just be careful babe, the floor might be slippery.”

- “Don’t worry darling.” Drake took his jacket off and gave it to Barbara. He walked out of the car and run to her side. He opened the door and grabbed Barbara’s hand to help her stand up. He gently picked her up and carried her bridal style while Barbara covered them both with his jacket. They arrived to the door and Barbara opened the door for them, he gently set her down. Barbara smiled at him and said.

- “Thank you my handsome husband. What will I do without you?” Before kissing him tenderly.

2. Which one washes the other’s hair?

Drake and Barbara had a long day. They barely saw each other today, the only time they were together was during Breakfast before they went on separate ways. It was 10:00pm when finally they were on their bedroom. Barbara was laying on the bed before Drake arrived tossing his clothes everywhere.

- “Hey Walker.” Barbara said.

- “Hey Valentino.” He replied before sitting on the edge of the bed to take his shoes off, his back towards Barbara. She crawled to him wrapping her arms around him, pressing her breast on his back, she moved her head to one of his shoulders, and kissed his shoulder neck and cheek, while rubbing her hands on his chest down to his abs. Drake closed his eyes and throw his head back to Barbara’s shoulder.

- “Long day?” Barbara asked him. He nodded and kissed her tenderly.

- “You have no idea babe.” He said before kissing her again “Yours?” He asked between kisses.

- “The worst, and our baby is making my days harder.” She said before resting her forehead on Drake’s.

- “I’m sorry darling, just a few months and our baby is going to be here with us. And you won’t be so tired anymore, because I’m going to be helping you.” Drake said before kissing her slowly. “Do you want to take a shower with me?” He asked between kisses.

Barbara nodded and Drake walked to the bathroom to turned on the shower. He walked back to the room and picked her up, and carried her to the bathroom. He pulled his jeans down and gently undress Barbara. He bend down and kissed her belly before whispering sweet nothings to their baby. He grabbed Barbara’s hand and walked her to the shower. They hugged each other and stay on each other’s embrace for a few minutes.

- “Let me take care of you baby.” Drake whispered on her ear. Barbara nodded and Drake picked up her shampoo gently washed her hair, after he grabbed her conditioner and smoothly applied it on her hair. He grabbed the body wash, grabbed the loofah and gently washed her body kissing her sweetly all over her body.

3. Which one does the other’s nails?

It was a Sunday morning, both Drake and Barbara had a free schedule. They decided to stay on their bedroom all day. Barbara was reading and Drake was watching a movie on his iPad. He noticed Barbara looking at her toe nails.

- “Babe is something wrong with your toe nails?” He asked.

- “Yes, they looked horrible. I wish I could get them done, but look at me I look like a whale. I can’t even tie my own damn shoes.

Drake laughed and looked at her “Oh, Valentino! You don’t look like a whale.” He sat up and moved closer to her wrapping her on his arms. “You look gorgeous with your baby bump. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and more beautiful with your baby bump.” He pecked her lips.

- “... I just wish I could do more things. I don’t like when people do the things I can do. I feel useless.

- “Baby... you are pregnant, you have to be careful, especially now that our baby could be here any moment. And you are not useless at all. We like to spoil you, I love to spoil you and you know that. I don’t want you to hurt yourself or get more tired than you already are.” He kissed her tenderly. “Okay?” He said against her lips before kissing her again.

- “... okay. You just said those things to not get me mad. But I know I’m a burden... you did this to me Walker!” She said while pointing at her now 8 months baby bump.

Drake moved between her legs, facing her “Valentino you aren’t a burden to me. I love you so much, you will never be a burden darling. And yes, you are pregnant but we did it together.” He stopped and placed his hand on her belly “The baby it’s the product of our infinite love Mrs. Walker.” He leaned to kiss her, but she moved and Drake kissed her cheek. He laughed and said “I know...”

- “What?” Barbara asked before he could finished.

- “I’ll do your nails baby. Just tell me what color you want.”

Barbara looked at him fondly and asked “Are you sure?” Drake chuckled and said.

- “Yes I am sure. Now tell me the color.”

- “Uh.. red!” Barbara exclaimed and Drake nodded. Before he could moved she pulled him closer to her and kissed him lovingly. “I love you so much Drake Walker, you are the best husband ever!”

Drake chuckled against her lips and said “I love you too Barbara Walker, so much babe.”

4. Which one pulls the other one out of the bed with the blankets when they are late?

Monday morning, Drake woke up earlier than Barbara. He stayed in bed for a couple more minutes before he sighed and got out of bed. He leaned to kiss Barbara’s forehead and let her sleep more. He walked to the closet and put on workout clothes, he went for his morning’s run, after an hour and a half, went back to his room. Barbara was still soundly sleeping, he chuckled to himself and walked to the bathroom, he took a long shower. He walked out of the shower and went to the closet to get dress for the day. As he got out of the closet he heard someone knocking on the door, he walked to the door and opened it and found Barbara’s assistant.

- “Good morning your Grace.”

- “Good morning Natalie.”

- “I just wanted to remind you and Duchess Barbara that you have a flight to catch to the capital for King Liam’s birthday ball that your attendance is required.”

- “Shit...” Drake murmured before asking “At what time is the flight again?”

- “The flight leaves in an hour, your Grace.”

- “Fuck...” he pinched the bridge of his nose “Natalie could you tell the driver to start the car, please?” Natalie nodded and quickly left.

Drake run to wake Barbara up. “Barbara, baby!” He said while sitting down next to her, lightly shaking her awake.

- “Mmmm?” Barbara asked still with her eyes close.

- “Babe, we have to leave for the Palace. We only have 20 minutes to get you ready.”

- Mhmm.” Barbara replied buring herself on the pillow.

- “Barbara! We have to leave now darling.” He got up and run to the closet. Grabbed their luggage and packed all the clothes close to him before running back to the room. He found Barbara still sleeping like a baby. “Fuck.” He said to himself. He walked to Barbara’s side and picked her up, he carried her like a child to the car that was already waiting for them.

- “Baby wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist, because I can’t hold you with both hands.” He said to a half sleepy Barbara. She nodded and did what she was told, but what Drake didn’t know it was that Barbara was pretending to be asleep and was smiling happily as her husband carried her like a little girl.

5. Which one picks in the other’s plate without thinking?

Barbara and Drake were visiting the palace for a few days. It was a Thursday night which meant date night for Barbara and Drake. This time it was Drake’a turned to pick the restaurant of his liking. Barbara’s father made a deal with King Liam to make restaurants and amusement places in Cordonia to bring more tourists. One of the restaurants was an American theme, which meant hamburgers, hot dogs, bbq ribs, fried chicken and all the things Drake loves. They took a shower together and got ready for their date. Drake drove themselves to the restaurant, as soon as they step inside a waitress welcomed them and took them to their table.

- “Hello your Graces. I’m Alicia and I’ll be your waitress tonight. Would you like something to drink?”

- “Yes, may I have a beer, please.” Drake said before smiling at the waitress.

- “I’ll like some natural orange juice, please.” Barbara said.

- “Absolutely. I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

The waitress left, Barbara and Drake looked through their menus. A few seconds later Alicia came back with their drinks “Would you like to order? Or should I give you more time?”

- “I’ll like a double burger with cheese, seasoned fries... a chilli-cheese hot dog, two corn dogs, and 10 hot wings... buffalo sauce.” Barbara said before adding “Please.” While smiling at Alicia.

Drake looked at his wife surprised after a few seconds he cleared his throat and said “I want the bbq beef ribs and the spicy baby pork ribs.” He looked at the waitress as she grabbed the menus.

- “I’ll be right back with your food.” Alicia said before leaving and Drake glanced at her as she walked away. Barbara was staring at him burning wholes on him.

- “Why are checking her out? I’m not enough for you? I’m not attractive to you anymore... is it my huge belly?”

- “Wha... what are you talking about Valentino?” He said surprise. Barbara rolled her eyes at him and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

- “I saw the way you smiled at her, and just a few seconds ago you were starring at her ass when she walked away.”

Drake rubbed his forehead and chuckled to himself “I wasn’t babe... I smiled at her because it’s the polite thing to do. And I wasn’t starring at her ass... it’s not even big.”

- “Oh! So you were starring at her ass Drake Walker?”

- “Nooo! I wasn’t. I was looking at... at the decorations.”

- “But you just said that her ass it’s not even big, and you are hesitating with your answers.”

- “Valentino please. Your ass is the only one I look at. You have the perfect ass ever, you know how much I love it.”

- “Don’t lie Walker!” She stopped shaking her head “So my ass is the only thing you like about me?”

- “WHAT? Nooo! Of course not Barbara, I like everything about you.”

Barbara kept quiet for a few minutes starring at Drake. “Now I know why you wanted to come to this restaurant.” Drake nervously chuckled and said.

- “Baby, you know that’s not true. You are the only one woman for me. I married you, and I promised to love you for the rest of my life.” While reaching for her hand.

Barbara looked at him and nodded. “I love you too baby. I’m sorry it’s just this hormones are driving me crazy. I didn’t mean to say those things.” While grabbing his hand.

- “Hey, it’s okay Valentino, I understand babe.” Drake said while tenderly rubbing her hand. “I love you so much.” He said while leaning to kiss her sweetly.

After a few more minutes their food arrived and Drake made sure to only starred at his wife the whole time. They eat while talking, laughing and stealing glances of each other. Barbara was halfway through her food when she reached to grabbed some of Drake’s ribs. He looked at her but remained silenced. A few minutes later she reached again and grabbed more of his food.

- “Is it good babe?” He asked.

- “Yes these ribs are delicious, I’m going to ask the chef for the recipe.” She said before taking a bite.

- “I’m glad you like them. How’s your food?” He asked.

- “It’s good.” She said while reaching for more ribs.

- “Valentino!” Drake exclaimed. “Finish your food first.” She looked at him and put his ribs back on his plate. They eat in silence and Drake knew Barbara was hurt. He looked at her and saw her whipping a tear away.

- “Babe... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, it came out the wrong way.” He looked at her but Barbara was avoiding his gaze. “Barbara Walker! Please baby.” Finally Barbara looked at him.

- “I’m sorry, I should’ve had asked you for some, instead of grabbing them. I know how much you love ribs.”

- “Hey, it’s fine. It’s just food, we can order more if you want.” Barbara nodded. He smiled at her.

- “Okay baby.” Drake said before calling a different waitress to order more ribs for his wife.

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