It's HuskyWolfHybrid bringing you another story! This is just a draft of a story I started writing, so I would appreciate the feedback. In case you have not read any of my other stories, you might not know that I am WerewolfForever36. I am still currently unable to get into that account. Also, check out my story 'The Dream' (Warning: That story is rated M for mature content). This story is rated M/T for mature teens, though it might be changed to just mature. But enough of this. On with the story!

...

Summary: It's been three years in Seattle. Carly and Freddie are married, as well as Sam and Freddie. Carly thought her life with Freddie couldn't be more perfect: they're young, they're married, they're so in love (and crazy in physical contact). But will some pressuring words from Sam change her mind? (Taken from Carly's POV)

...

Chapter 1:

I was curled up against his side, my head resting on his bare chest and feeling it rise and fall with each breath he took. His arm was wrapped around me, lightly stroking my side. I inhaled deeply, taking in the both welcoming and fading scent of his Axe cologne. I smiled to myself. I didn't want to open my eyes. I was still clinging to the hazy memories of the night before.

Freddie brushed a kiss over my forehead. "Gotta get up sometime, Carls."

I rolled my eyes and he laughed. He knew I hated it when he'd read my mind.

"But your mind is so beautiful." he teased.

I propped myself up on my elbow to look at him and he kissed me.

"Mmm...but what's in my head is private." I said.

"Not when it comes to me." Freddie replied.

I smiled and kissed him.

"So," Freddie said. "what do you want to do today?"

I sat up. "I don't know." My stomach growled and I laughed. "I guess eat first."

"Well, you go cook and I'll be down in a minute." Freddie said, standing.

"Okay." I said, also rising from the bed. I noticed his t-shirt lying on the floor by my foot and picked it up. "But I'm taking your shirt."

"Fair enough." he laughed.

I threw his shirt on and went downstairs.

...

The bacon sizzled in the pan as I poked it around with the spatula. I felt Freddie's arm snake around my waist and pull ?e close to his body.

"Looks great." he whispered.

"Good, I thought I was burning it." I said, smiling.

"Who said I was talking about the food?" Freddie said, plating a kiss on my flushed cheek.

"Stop, I need to focus." I giggled, gently pushing him away.

He spun me around and his lips crashed into mine. The feel of his lips made the food become a distant memory and a low sound rose in my chest. Instinctively, my hands trailed up his still exposed torso to his neck to pull him closer. His flew down to hitch my leg on his hip and sit me on the counter. My legs wrapped around him and his lips met my neck near where my pulse began to quicken. I whimpered his name. That's when Freddie's phone buzzed in his pocket. He groaned into my mouth and pulled away.

"Some people have no respect for privacy." he muttered.

"That's what happens when you're the boss." I said just as my nose registered the smell of the burning bacon. I quickly shut the stove off.

"Yeah, but it's my day off." Freddie said and answered his phone. "Hello? Oh, hey, Gib! What's up? Really? Yeah, we'd love to! Thanks, later."

"What did Gibby want?" I asked as I shook the bacon onto a plate.

Freddie laughed. "He invited us to breakfast with him and Sam."

I shook my head. "Now they invite us."

"Well, we can give it to Sam." Freddie said. "I'm sure she still loves her bacon."

"I guess." I sighed. "But I have to go shower, so you gotta wrap it up."

"Don't keep me waiting, Mrs. Benson." Freddie said with a smirk.

"No promises." I responded, handing him the plate and disappearing upstairs.