Chapter Thirty-Five

Aiden

The sweet curve of Blake’s leg slithered from the silk sheet like a beautiful snake. I stood at the edge of the bed, hating that I had to leave her, wanting desperately to climb back against her, making love to her the entire day long.

Fuck it; they can wait.

I turned from the room, walked into the kitchen, and started pulling out everything I needed for breakfast. The coffee aroma filled the room quickly, and the sizzle of the bacon on the griddle made my mouth water. I kept peeking around the corner, to make sure Blake hadn’t woken up with all the clanging I was creating.

I whisked the eggs quickly before pouring them into the hot iron skillet. While the eggs cooked, I tossed in chopped onions, peppers, and pieces of the crumbled bacon that had fried crisp.

The toast popped up loudly, causing me to rush to them to butter them up before Blake got out of bed. It was too late. Arms wrapped around my waist, squeezing tightly as I struggled to turn around. Blake’s lips puckered as she tiptoed into me, kissing me softly on the mouth.

I slung her around as she squealed with surprise, pulling her into my lap as I sat down at the kitchen table. She wore my t-shirt, one long enough to cover her bottom, but short enough to leave her luscious legs free for me to caress.

Our tongues entangled, our hands explored, and as my cock hardened, my body became weightless, falling, quickly, to the floor.

“Gunner!” Blake called out towards the beast that just blasted through us.

He pushed his front paws to the counter, stole a piece of bacon from the plate where it was resting, and ran out the doggie door I’d installed for him in the back door.

I was laughing so hard my ribs hurt, at least I hoped it was pain from laughter. I pictured Luke, shaking his head at me, and again questioning why I wanted such a large dog.

Blake was up on her feet, cleaning the plate that dropped onto the floor from the fall. She moved over towards me, her legs spread on either side, and extended her hand to help me up. I shook my head, a mischievous grin spreading quickly across my face. Her eyes followed mine, realizing I was peering up the t-shirt, one that was flowing freely over her body, with nothing else to cover her sweet flesh. She quickly clamped her knees together, let out a squeal, and playfully swatted at me with a wild smile.

“You’re bad,” she gushed, pulling downward on the t-shirt.

“Oh, baby, if that’s my view from hell, then yes, I’m bad,” I growled with laughter.

I managed to get to my feet with a little help from Blake and pulled her into my arms. She smelled so delicious that my stomach growled for her, not the bacon that left a thick, sweet scent in the room.

“Let me make you a plate,” I whispered in her ear, kissing her gently on the cheek.

I guided her to the table, sat her down, and smiled as I turned to the counter to make her food.

It was late, and I didn’t have time to stay, so I shoved a piece of the skillet omelet I’d made into a Styrofoam box with a piece of toast on top for later.

I carefully placed Blake’s food on the plate so it looked like it came from a professional kitchen, even though I was the farthest thing from a professional chef.

The look on her face as I slid the plate in front of her was all I needed. My heart swelled hard against my chest, causing my ribs to ache once again.

“Are you going to be here when I get back?” I blurted out clumsily before I could stop myself.

“I’ll stay right here,” she smirked.

“In that t-shirt?” I asked eagerly.

“Of course,” she grinned.

“No panties?” I persuaded.

Oh damn, that smirk on her face made my jeans tight in the crotch. If I didn’t have a large client coming in this morning, I’d skip out on work and stay, taking her on the kitchen table, right over her plate.

“I love you,” I whispered in her ear as I leaned down for a quick goodbye kiss.

It felt so good, so natural, that I wanted to say it over and over again.

“I love you, too,” she said softly.

I could listen to those sweet words come from her mouth again and again, and then again.

Blake was all I could think about while at work. One of our largest clients sat across from me, describing the work he wanted done, and all I could see was her sweet pussy spread over me in the kitchen that morning. I couldn’t wait to get home, to get to her, and to take her.

“Aiden, you’ve got a call,” Tim, one of the foremen announced as he poked his head into my office.

“I’ll get it in a minute,” I shewed him away.

“Sir, it’s your wife. She says it’s urgent,” he insisted.

I pulled my phone from my hip, realizing it was turned down too low to hear. I noticed four missed calls, and several texts, mostly from Blake, but one from my mother as well.

“I’m sorry. I have to take this,” I excused myself to the main office.

Once on the phone, I could tell Blake’s voice was shaken. My first fear was Gunner, but then realized the call from my mother was a bit odd, placed at around the same time as all the others.

“Is it my mom?” I asked nervously.

“No, it’s your abuela,” she said softly.

“This feels like déjà vu,” I chuckled, trying to stay positive in light of the news.

“It does. She’s back in the hospital again,” she informed me.

“I’ll meet you there,” I said softly, and then hung up the phone.

I rushed out of the office, explaining what was happening only to my office manager. At the hospital, I beat Blake there, but my mother was already in the room, putting on her dramatics as usual.

“Abuela,” I said softly, moving to the edge of her bed.

She didn’t look good, not like the last time. Her face was pale, and she was hooked up to a couple machines, but she managed to smile in my direction. I placed my hand over hers, smiling warmly to let her know I loved her and that everything would be fine, even if I wasn’t sure it would be.

“Are you Aiden?” I turned to find a tall woman with long red hair standing behind me. She wore a long white coat with a badge on the front that said Dr. Sterling.

“Yes,” I agreed, quickly standing to greet her.

“Your abuela’s blood pressure has been accompanied with a heart murmur, which we think may have caused her fall,” she spoke so casually.

A fall? A heart murmur?

“We’d like to keep her a few days for observation, but after that, we can’t in good conscious place her back in home where she’ll live alone,” the doctor said.

I looked towards my abuela; her face wrinkled into a growl. It was obvious she wasn’t happy about the woman’s decision, and if I knew the old woman, she’d have it overturned one way or another.

“I’ve been telling her I didn’t want laundry downstairs or her bedroom upstairs. I can fix all that, put everything on one level,” I insisted, hoping to help my aging grandmother stay out of a nursing home.

“She can stay with us,” I turned to see Blake, out of breath, her hair a mess, and still managing a smile.

She brushed her hair down with the palms of her hands, wiped at the mud that was streaked down her pants, and smiled.

“Gunner was a handful to get on his line,” she explained.

“Are you sure?” I asked, hating to put that on her.

“Of course. The garage attaches to the house; we can convert it into an apartment in no time, giving her all the privacy she needs,” Blake smiled.

I turned to my abuela. “Does that sound okay to you?” I asked.

Her smile said it all. She was excited to stay with us.

“What we will do with my garden?” Anna-Marie asked.

“We will plant you one right outside your door,” I promised.

Her smiled brightened up the room, and it was obvious that the nurses and the doctor had yet to see it.

“Okay, if you’re both sure, then we’ll get started,” I warned, one last offer for either to back out.

“This is what family does, and abuela is now my family, too,” I watched Blake smile proudly towards my grandmother.

Wow. How did I ever get so lucky?