That Day at the Beach

by LifeLover22

This is going to be my last Zevie story for a while. I'm going to be moving onto another popular shipped couple and if you guys want to help me with which one you want me to write, you can pick one from the bottom of the first chapter. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading!

10. Chapter 10

Once again, I'm sooo sorry about the whole Chapter 9 mishap. So here's Chapter 10 and I hope you enjoy it!

So the third and final of the best days at the beach came three years after the wedding.

Well, let's go back about two months.

STEVIE'S POV

So tonight marks our two year and ten month anniversary.

I am getting supper ready, like a normal wife, which I hate, but I'm doing it anyway.

"Hey, Babe," Zander says grabbing my waist from behind and pecking my lips.

"Hey, Darling," I reply smiling and returning the kiss.

"So, are you preparing dinner for any certain reason, Steves?" Zander asks. "Because I know how much you hate being the normal wife," he says grinning.

"Watch it Robbins. I'm only doing this for you," I say checking the temperature of the chicken I'm making.

"Hey, I never said I needed a normal wife when I already have the perfect one," he assures me kissing my cheek from behind.

"Aww, Baby," I coo smiling. "And I never said I needed a terrible husband, but I got one anyway," I deadpan raising my eyebrow and winking at him.

"Wow, you never fail to wound me, Baskara," he retorts smiling.

"That's what I'm here for!" I say jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist.

"No, I think your here for this," he replies kissing me.

I'm still wrapped around his waist as he walks over to the oven, supporting me, as he switches it off.

"What are you doing?" I scream. "The chicken isn't done yet!"

"You want to worry about a chicken right now?" He asks raising his eyebrows yet again.

"Why do you always raise you eyebrows? And I did NOT spend all afternoon preparing that chicken for nothing," I say as I drop to my feet.

I go to turn the oven back on when Zander grabs me and picks me up bridal style and carries me to our room.

He drops me on the bed and pins me down. Holding me still, he leans just inches away from my face.

Kissing me he says, "Now." Kiss. "Tell." Kiss. "Me." Kiss. "You." Kiss. "Would." Kiss. "Rather." Kiss. "Be." Kiss. "Eating." Kiss. "Chicken." Kiss. "Right." Kiss. "Now."

"Okay," I admit reluctantly. "But don't go complaining tomorrow when that chicken is as dry as tree bark."

"Babe, I won't be complaining," he insists laughing.

The last thing I remember about that night is us being inseperable, underneath the covers, looking forward to the day-after-our-anniversary, anniversary meal.

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