~The Author's Story~
…Chapter 1…
I opened the door to my big terrace house while opening my shoes and put them tiredly on the shoe rack. The scent of Polo's perfume erupted my nose as I entered my house.
Sting is home from work…
Sting sat on the sofa while watching the television. His eyes were glued to the T.V; he didn't even notice I'm standing there.
"Eherm…" I began.
"What do you want?!" he asked arrogantly and chomped on some pistachios angrily.
"I'm home." I smiled ignoring the fact of his 'welcoming his wife' thing.
"I don't care." He glared at me and glued his eyes on the T.V once more.
This is my life… Name's Lucy Heartfilia. Age of twenty years old. And that's my hot, Crankypants husband, Sting. Well, don't mind him about his arrogant attitude, I'm kinda used to it when he's cranky and all… But we still love each other for better or worse… Well, that's what the priest said during our wedding…
My husband was like that ever since I've met him. But eventhough we do not have that perfect relationship you see in T.V romances, we still care for each other… Sting is three years older than me which makes him twenty-three. He is a successful business guy who is the E.C.O of his parent's company.
Moving on to me, my name is Lucy Heart- Oh yeah, I already told you that.
I am a successful author and I quite love my job. I travel all around the world to write my articles for my stories. It's a successful job though- ever since I was young, I began I began writing stories online. In Fanfiction, Wattpad, and many more.
Well, Sting inspires me for writing. He is like the one who gives me the strength and courage to write more and more books by each passing year.
It's been nine years since Sting and I met. Since High school I must say…
I just arrived home from Africa quite far from Japan. It's just one week stay but it felt more like centuries without my Stingy Bee.
Yes, since we're kids we call each other nicknames. Childhood lovers I should say…
Oh, how I missed my Bee Sting.
"Baby~…" I purred and sat in the sofa beside my grumpy husband. I wrapped my arms around his waist.
"I missed you…" he whispered huskily into my ear sending bazillions of shivers down my spine.
"I missed you too…" I whispered back while giving him a quick peck on the lips but he caught mine while deepening the kiss. I removed my arms from his waist and wrapped it around his neck. His strong arms explored around my body making me land onto the sofa.
How miss him kissing me endlessly…
"So Sting what did you do when-"
"Shut it. I've been holding this for fucking days." Sting groaned and hovered above me. He crashed his lips into mine once more making moan in pleasure. He growled in response while I grasp the back of his hair making him deepened the kiss. He slipped his tongue down to my neck and began sucking it making me moan once more.
We stopped to breathe for a while.
He gave me one of his cute and sexy smirks while I smirked back.
"I really missed you, you know?" He said as he kissed my forehead while wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
"I know… I miss you too…. Aren't you hungry? I'm starving!" I shouted while rubbing my tummy.
"I'll cook Mac 'n Cheese!" he said standing up.
"No, I'll cook." I insisted and gave him one of my serious look.
"First one to go to the kitchen wins…" Sting smirked.
"Let's just cook together." I smiled.
That's when he tossed me to his shoulders like a sack of potatoes making me squirm in annoyance.
"You're an asshole, Eucliffe!" I said while squirming.
"I know, I know…" he smirked playfully as he walked to the kitchen with me still on his strong shoulders.
"Could you 'please' put me down now?" I asked expressing the word 'please' while smiling innocently.
"What's the magic word?" Sting asked while smirking.
"But I just said 'please'!" I shouted irritated.
"The other word~…" Sting smirked waving his eyebrows at me.
"Could you please put me down, 'babe'?" I huffed.
"Okay, as long as you kiss me endlessly like there is no tomorrow." He smirked once more.
Did I mention how annoying but sweet at the same time my husband could be?
I growled.
"But I already kissed you just now!" I insisted.
"That's was just what I called a peace offering 'cause I'm mad at you because you went to Africa without my permission." He said with a little anger in his voice.
"Hey, I'm sorry, okay?"
"Not until you do what I asked you to do…" he smirked like an idiot.
"I hate you Stingy." I said playfully. "And by the way, how could I kiss you like there is no tomorrow if you don't put me down?" I asked smirking.
He growled in annoyance but put me down.
Once he put me down, I launched myself onto him wrapping my legs around his waist. He groaned as I pressed my lips into his. I explored his mouth while he gave out a growl encouraging me to continue.
"Ya' satisfied?" I asked panting while smirking at the same time.
"Let's cook dinner!" he cheered like a kid while fist bumping the air.
I laughed at how childish my husband can be sometimes…
Sting told me that his mom and dad or should I say 'Mams and Pops', went to Paris for another business trip for the company. I told him that my dad whom he calls 'Bro' also went to Paris.
"Hey, Sting." I called to Sting while we're waiting for the macaroni to cook.
"M-hmm?" he hummed turning his gaze towards me.
"I'm gonna go for another trip for my article to write my story…" I said sadly.
"You know what?! Just go." Sting crossed his arms and huffed.
"Kidding! You're such a drama queen, Sting… They gave me two months holiday!" I squealed and jumped on Sting.
"In that case, I'm gonna ask for leave for two months, then. Dad wouldn't mind if I told them I wanna have a vacation with you…"
"A vacation?" I asked as our nose touched.
"U-huh. I've been thinking about it when you went to Africa." He said tapping his chin.
"Okay then… So how's work when I'm gone?" I asked while he landed his head on my lap.
"It's so fuckin' stressful! Fuck those new fuckin' employees. I have more fuckin' things to fuckin' do then, they expect me to fuckin' sign up all the fuckin' papers all fuck-"
I interrupted his blabbering while I crashed my mouth into his to shut him up.
"I will be here to make you even happy." I whispered and kissed his forehead.
"I love you…" he whispered.
"I love you too…" I whispered back.
"Oooh! Dinners ready!" We both exclaimed in unison as we heard the oven beeped.
I put two dinner plates with Mac 'n Cheese on the table. I also put two pair of mugs which Sting printed our wedding pictures on it, with hot choco with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles on top.
"So where are we gonna go for our vacation?" I asked Sting and sipped on my hot chocolate.
I watched him gobbled down his food like a hungry wolf.
"Blurgghh…" he said in a mouthful voice. He chewed the Mac 'n Cheese inside his mouth.
"I was about to say the same thing. Where do you wanna go?"
"I don't know. You choose…" I said forking a piece of macaroni.
"No, you choose!" Sting protested.
"No, you!"
"Fine! Let's go to Hawaii!" We shouted in unison and chuckled.
"Okay then, Hawaii it is…" Sting smirked while I nodded.
"The last one to stand up will wash the dishes." I said while standing up while running quickly to the kitchen being followed by Sting.
"Hah! I win! You lose Sting! Wash the dishes!" I laughed at Sting's growling face.
"Aaaww… Now, who's being a baby?" I asked squishing my voice which sounded more like a five year old kid.
"No one." Sting squished his voice back making me giggle at his actions. I watched him wash the dishes while sitting on the kitchen's counter until he finished.
"Stingy! Carry me!" I said stretching my arms.
He groaned but carry me bridal-style.
"Weeee!" I let my arms flew up as though I'm in a rollercoaster.
He cocked an eyebrow as though I'm like insane.
"What?!" I asked crankily while he's still carrying me to our upstairs room.
"Have you ever think of having a child?" Sting asked me with a serious look on his face.
I think my heart just skipped a beat.
For all this years he had been thinking what I'm thinking.
I just looked at him with my heart pounding loudly on my rib case. I was speechless. I never thought he would say that. I didn't answer him but he ignored me.
He continued to walk me till' we reached our room.
"You can put me down now."
"Hell no."
"Hey, put me down."
"Hell no."
"Stingy! Put me down!"
He kissed my neck and sighed.
"I thought you were thinking of having a child too."
"Sting, I think i-it's kind of too early for th-that…"
"Lucy, we've been together for nine years… I wanna build a family with you. Only you…" Sting whispered the rest into my ear and kissed my forehead. I just sighed.
He lay me into the bed before heading towards the bathroom.
I let out a sigh once more. Why do I have to feel frustrated about him wanting to have a child with me? I mean, I would also love to have a child with him… It's just that if I went travelling on another place and I leave Sting with the child I don't know what could happen... But I trust Sting… My Sting…
I took out my laptop inside my suitcase. I opened it while sitting on the bed. I put it on my lap and opened Microsoft Office and continued my story where I left it before. I tapped the keyboard. After what seemed like twenty minutes, I heard the door open revealing Sting who have a towel wrapped around his lower part.
I stood up walking towards the bathroom for my turn. I stripped off my clothes and walked into the staircase's bathtub. I was impressed, Sting haven't used the bathtub yet. There are red rose petals on the soft bubbles and candlelights surrounded the tub.
Is Sting worshipping some kind of a god or something? I shivered but entered the tub.
The door opened revealing a half-naked Sting with a towel wrapped around his lower body. He entered the tub with the towel still wrapped around his lower part. He took it off once he sat in the opposite of me.
"Sting, are you worshipping some kind of a god or something?" I asked Sting while relaxing my head on top of the tub lines.
"No, silly. It's our romantic candlelight hang out." Sting replied chuckling and repeated the word 'Worshipping some god.'
"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" I replied annoyed. "I've think about what you said earlier. And I thought-" I was cut before Sting smashed his lips into mine.
"Thank you. I promise our child I will-" He crashed his lips into mine once more.
"I'm so happy you've been thinking about it too Sting."
"What do you mean?" Sting asked confusedly while looking at me in the eyeball.
"I've been thinking about it too…" I said huskily into his neck.
"Really?" he asked with a confused look on his face.
"Yup… Ever since we get married I thought about having a child but I decided to keep it for myself…" I said shamefully while playing with the bubbles.
"You should've just told me Selfishy…" he pouted while I put some bubbles on his mouth making him look like Santa Claus.
I couldn't help but giggle.
"Now who looks like a Santy Claus now?" I asked pouting teasingly.
He wiped the bubbles from his mouth with an irritated look on his face.
"Sometimes I wonder why did you even become my wife…" he smirked teasingly.
I growled with anger inside my head.
"I'll take that as a compliment…" I smirked.
Heh, he thinks he can win over me?
"Oh, I knew you would…" he smirked giving me a kiss on the neck.
We stayed in the tub a little while longer… Teasing, laughing, and kissing like any other husbands and wives do.
"Come on, let's get some good night's sleep…" I pulled Sting's arm while we both walked to the shower.
After a good showering we both decided to get some sleep.
Another night with my Bee Sting…
Hello guys, I got this idea from my dreams and well, I will update tomorrow so don't worry! Thank you for the reviewers for my story, Lost in his Shadows… It really means a lot and it brought tears to my eyes… Literally… Well anyways I hope you guys like this story and I'm really sorry about my wrong grammars… I'm really sorry…. Thank you again! :3