Zed's POV

I'm glad Addison is feeling better. She hasn't gotten sick since yesterday. But I can't understand why she's suddenly taken such a liking to brain flavored foods. Currently, we are sharing the tub of brains ice cream that Addison has in her lap. I pop the spoonful in my mouth, it isn't bad but I'd rather eat some of the delicious vanilla ice cream instead. But I don't argue though. If this is what Addy wants, I don't mind.

I have her nestled between my legs and her back laying against my front. I'm content holding her around the waist as we watch a movie on the couch. But I couldn't stop thinking about what Addison had told me earlier. I can picture it. The dream she described. My heart swelled with pride and love. She can picture her future with me. And she wants it.

I kiss the top of her head affectionately. She turned her head to look back at me.

"What?" She asks curiously. I just shake my head and smile.

"Nothing." I reply. She giggles and leans up to kiss my lips. And we linger.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" She persists, walking her fingers up my chest. I chuckle.

"Just thinking about earlier." I admit. Her face falters for a second then she sadly smiles at me.

"I mean, of course I'm not pregnant! I've been on birth control since I was 15! I don't know what I was thinking." She sighed. I rub her back comfortingly.

"It's not like it will never happen, Baby. We have plenty of time to start a family." I assure her with a smile. "Plus, we have college to think about after we graduate." Addy smiles and nods.

"Maybe you're right." She says, still looking disappointed. I tighten my hold around her waist.

"I am right." I offer supportively. She searches my eyes for something I'm not sure of. She must have found a little bit of what she was looking for since her eyes soften and her lips curl into a slight smile.

"I can wait a little longer for our Someday." She says quietly, just to me. I can feel the love flowing through her as she tells me that. It warms my core.

But then she pulls back and smirks.

"I'll go put the ice cream away." She whispers, effectively making me gulp as she plucks the spoon out of my hand. She hops off the couch. She had changed out of her sundress after we left the bathroom earlier into just one of my long sleeved shirts.

I get a peek of her smooth thighs as she basically skips to the kitchen. I already miss her warmth. I focus on listening to her, her bare feet padding across the kitchen tile, the freezer door opening then closing again. Then I hear the spoons clatter to the ground.

"Whoa." She says softly. I shoot up into the sitting position, quickly getting to my feet and forcing myself to walk and not sprint to her side.

"Addy? You ok?" I ask just before I get into the kitchen. She has her hands on her stomach and a surprised yet confused look on her face. My questions draw her back to reality. Her brows furrow and she shakes her head.

"It's nothing. I must be imagining things." She says, wiping her face clear of worry and smiling up at me. I pick up the spoons and toss them in the sink before stepping close to her, gliding my hands over her hips to pull her against me.

"Maybe you just need a distraction from thinking for a little while." I say sensually as I wiggle my eyebrows at her. She giggles again and pulls my head down to meet her lips. Every spot her body touches mine sends electricity straight to my spine. Her lips move fluidly with mine. We are in sync and our bodies are reacting.

I bend down and grab her plump ass and lift her up, walking a few steps to the counter and sitting her down, never breaking our kiss. I slide one hand down her thigh to stop at her knee, her legs are so soft and smooth under my fingers. My other hand wraps behind her tiny waist and pulls her flush against me, if we can get any closer.

We are already panting, our hands rubbing and grabbing any parts of each other we can touch. Her hands frantically reach between us and undo my pants. I can smell her need for me and it drives me wild. I help her free my throbbing erection and pushed her panties aside. I shove into her opening in one swift thrust.

"Ah!" She screams out a moan. I groan contently. It's been days since we've had any time for sex and god have I missed her. I pull her mouth back to kiss her hard as I pound into her with each thrust. Her hands desperately gripping my face on either side.

"Mmm! Yeamm! Mmah!" Her cries of pleasure muffled by our kisses. I groan again, sliding her shirt over her head and gently push her to lay back flat on the counter. I grab her hips tightly and slam into her faster. It's not long before I miss her touch.

I slow my pace so can I lean forward and kiss up her torso to her breasts. Her hands fist my hair. I continue a steady pace of thrusts as I give her breasts their much needed attention. Her panting and moans urging me to continue. I'm getting closer. I move up her collarbone, up her neck, and back to her lips. I kiss her softly and my rhythm shows my shift of passion.

"I love you so much Addison." I whisper lovingly. Her walls clamp down on me, sending me over the edge.

"Ah! Zed! I love you too!" She screams with her orgasm. I collapse over her, both of us panting as we come down from our highs. She mindlessly combs her fingers through my hair as we lay there on the countertop.

I lift my head and kiss her again, she sighs contently against my lips. I pull out of her slowly and she winces for a moment when I'm finally out. I help her up and lift her off the counter to place her feet on the ground, sliding her shirt back on before I hug her close to me.

"I mean it. I love you so much." I tell her again. I feel her arms tighten around my waist.

"I know. I love you too Zed. With all my heart." She replies sweetly. I kiss her hair lovingly. I swiftly bend down and scoop her up into my arms bridal style. She squeaks in surprise but wraps her arms around my neck.

"I think my beautiful mate needs time to rest!" I cheerfully explain as I twirl her around the kitchen. She nuzzles her nose into my cheek.

"And my mate is the best at making sure I'm taken care of." She teases with a giggle. Then her face turns to a serious but soft expression and a loving smile on her lips. "That's how I know you're going to be a great daddy someday." My face reflects hers and I lean in to kiss her gently.

"And you'll be a perfect mommy someday for our perfect little babies." I reply as I press our foreheads together. I've already started making my way back to the couch. I toss her gently onto the cushions, earning me another squeak mid-air and I'm not far behind when she hits the pillows.

I lay overtop of her with my head resting on her chest, careful not to put too much of my weight on her, and run my fingers through her beautiful white curls. "Are you hungry, Gorgeous?" I tease, peeking up at her from my spot with a smirk. She shakes her head.

"No. Food sounds so gross right now." She says, her own fingers combing through my hair. My brows furrow and I sit up on my elbows to look at her.

"You can't just have ice cream for lunch." I tell her plainly. She scrunches up her nose.

"But nothing sounds good." She complains in response. I snort.

"Well you have to try. You'll be too weak to cheer in a few days if you don't start eating normally." I tell her as I get up off the couch and head into the kitchen again. I hear the tv turn onto some sitcom as I leave the room.

'At least she's not arguing with me.' I think to myself, searching the fridge for something substantial to cook for her. I find a pack of chicken and decide that might not aggravate her stomach too much. I pull out a bag of frozen veggies from the freezer, then rice out of the pantry.

Almost an hour later, I've finished cooking and yell for Addy. She enters the kitchen and sits on one of the barstools across from me. I slide her bowl in front of her and she stares down at it for a moment. I try to ignore the aching worry in my chest as I collect my own bowl and walking around to sit next to her.

She pokes at the contents and mixes them around in the bowl. I take a bite and watch her while I chew. She has her other elbow on the bar holding her chin up as she picks. I drop my fork into my bowl and turn to her. She does the same with her fork and drops her head, folding her hands in her lap.

"You have to eat, Baby." I tell her gently.

"I'm afraid of getting sick." She admits with a sigh.

"Try? For me?" I beg with a sympathetic smile. She looks at me with skepticism but nods. She stares at her bowl and picks up her fork. She took in a breath and popped a bite of chicken and rice. She squeezed her eyes shut and chewed.

After swallowing, she opened her eyes in surprise. I give her an 'I told you so' look when she glances my way. I chuckle when she takes another bite and avoids looking over at me, turning back to my own bowl to eat.

We finish our food and head back to the couch, cuddling back up to watch more of her favorite sitcom to relax. The anxiousness I was feeling finally subsiding as my live starts acting like her usual self.