I wake up to the sound of birds chirping. "Damn birds. Let me sleep!" I growl.
I hear a low chuckle beside me and jump so high off the bed I almost fall.
"It's alright Rachel, just me." Paul says, catching me from my impending "death".
I let out a sigh of relief. "Sorry, I forgot where I was for a moment."
He smiles at me, his face filled with a warm, loving glow. "Don't worry about it. So, want anything for breakfast?"
"I think I'm good for now." I lie. My stomach gives me away with a thunderous groan and Paul howls with laughter.
"Come on you." Paul says, wiping tears from his eyes as he pulls me up into a sitting position.
"Can I just lay here forever?" I sigh, content with the smell of Paul engulfing me with it's omni-present aroma.
"No can do. My woman is hungry and I must feed her." He exclaims valiently. I laugh at his feaux chivalry and cross my arms, determined to hold my own.
"Guess it's the hard way then." He doesn't even give me time to mull this over before he picks me up and hoists me over his shoulder.
"PAUL!" I scream in delight. "PUT ME DOWN!"
"I don't think so."
I give up and let him carry me to the kitchen. Right as he is about to put me down he gives my ass a nice, hard smack.
"Hey! What was that for?" I giggle, rubbing my tender backside.
"Punishment." He winks.
"Of course it was." I laugh. "Anything I can help with?"
"Nope. Just sit down and watch a master chef at work." He replies with a smirk.
I laugh. "Will do, Chef Paul." I sit down and watch him prepare chocolate chip pancakes. My favorite.
I watch Paul get everything out before making my way over to him. "Can I really not help?"
"Well, I normally don't allow my pupils to cook with me, but I guess I can make an exception." He winks as I give another laugh. That's another thing I find myself doing around Paul, laughing.
We start mixing things together until I accidentally spill some flour on him.
I try not to laugh as I begin my apology, but he cuts me off. "You really shouldn't have done that." He says, a questionable undertone.
I'm about to ask what he means before he throws some flour at me. My mouth is open in a temporary 'O'.
We break out into a mini food fight, and end up on the floor laughing. We lock eyes and then I feel his kiss on my lips. Perfection.
It starts to get heated and we only break apart to breathe.
"Wow." We both sigh, content.
(Not sure how I feel about this chapter either, but please R&R! I really wanna know what you guys think so far, that is to say people are even reading this.) -Taylor :)