This is the last chapter peoples. So enjoy it.
Sara's POV
Catherine's still asleep which means I have the chance to make her that big ass breakfast. I know she likes scrambled eggs, bacon, hash brown's, sausages, and orange juice. She told me that it reminded her of her home when she lived in the country. She deserves this breakfast and thousand more things and I will make every little thing up to her.
Ok I got the eggs, bacon, orange juice and that's it. Looks like a quick stop at the store is in order. I would ask the neighbors but I don't like them. Going to the store in my boxers and bra isn't a good idea. I hope I have clothes in the dryer, I would grab clothes from my room but Catherine wakes up easily. Yes! I have a tank top and a pair of shorts. Thank you God! Now the record time for a stop to a store. I think I did make the record time its been only ten minutes and I'm back with everything I need. Now I gotta cook the food. That's a pain in the ass. Especially bacon, it pops a lot in the pan.
I've spent a good hour on the food and it's done. Now I just gotta get Catherine up. When I walk in the room she's lying on her back with one hand resting on her stomach and the other resting near her chin. She looks like a angel. I crawl up to her and gently plant small kisses on her lips, cheeks, and neck. "Mmm, Sara..." She's got a smile on her face that would light up the Earth. "Hun, I made something for you." Her eyes flutter open and I love how her eyes are a deep ocean blue. They remind of the ocean.
When she sits up the blanket slowly falls down and she has a smile playing across her lips. God do I love that smile. I pull her up in my arms and lead her downstairs. Her hands are running up and down my arms on the way down and the touch sends shivers down my spine. The good shivers. When she see's the kitchen she turns around and kisses me deeply. I take it she likes it. "Hun this is perfect." I can't help but smile. The look on her face is just amazing.
"Yeah and you owe me now, I had to go to the store early and you know i'm not a morning person." "Yeah I know your not a morning person." I can tell she's thinking of the time we made love in the hallway, I was frustrated that morning and it was kinda rough. She didn't complain she just said that she liked the way I looked and how I was strait forward with her.
A slight rumbling could be herd from out stomachs and I hear her slight giggling. "Hey your stomach growled too." "I know but yours was louder." She's giggling even louder and i'm tempted to throw food at her but I want to eat too. Well the food wouldn't go to waste, I'd just eat it off her. Very tempting thoughts though.
The food was good, but I made way too much. We can just get Lindsey to eat it, I swear the kid has four stomachs. I don't know where she puts all that food! The thing about cooking breakfast is cleaning up. There's about five pans that need to be scrubbed, plates, silverware, glasses. I'm glad that someone invented the dishwasher. I think I'd die if I had to wash dishes by hand.
When I feel soft hands on my back my eyes instantly droop down. She knows where my sensitive spots are. "Now now hun you know how it goes, you cooked I clean." Yeah I herd that saying but I don't like it. "You know I don't like that saying it's weird." I hear her giggling and it's making me even more tired. I can feel her hands traveling lower and her fingers rest in the waistband of my shorts. She's pulling me away from the sink. Smooth. "Your weird now let me do the dishes." I'm offended by that, i'm not weird. "Your calling me weird? What about you?" She grins and that's all I need to see. "You know i'm not weird." I have no comment, she's more of a goddess that is far from weird.
"Alright you want to do the dishes? Fine have fun with them, i'm pretty sure they'd like the feel of your hands." She smacks me with the towel and I grin at her. "You go watch tv or something, you'll distract me." I grin at her and kiss her neck before leaving the kitchen. The living room is a little messy, Lindsey's toy's are scattered everywhere. So it looks like a war zone of toys.
Putting the toys away is an easy task. I don't know why Lindsey can't do it. The living room looks a bit bigger when the floor isn't cluttered with toys. I hear the dishwasher run and I know Catherine's done with the dishes. The couch looks pretty cozy right now and so does the tv. Who know's there might be something good on for once.
It's funny when I lay down on the couch or something because I take up the whole thing, i'm pretty tall actually. When Catherine comes out she sits in between my legs and I instantly wrap my arms around her. She smells like fruit. I like it, makes me want to eat her up. She leans back into me and I lean back more into the couch. I have easy access to her neck and all her sensitive spots. I like this position. I could spend the rest of my life like this.
Well I've decided to end this story. I couldn't really think of where to lead this. Send some reviews.