He caught the back of her head and kissed her softly. With gentle caresses and touches, he made love to her, gently, taking his time. Later, she sighed and melted into his chest. This was perfect. He was perfect! Perhaps, it was time to take a tiny, baby step.
“Armaan.”
“Hmm.” He was running his hands through her hair gently.
“Do you, maybe, think you want to leave some of your stuff here?”
“Like what?”
“Maybe…hmm...a few sets of clothes, a toothbrush? In exchange, I can give you a copy of my key?” She tried to sound nonchalant, deliberately not looking at him.
Armaan got up with a jerk, tilting her face up to his. “Sugar, are you asking me to move in with you?”
She bit her lip and smiled. “Maybe.”
“I’d be honored, but I have only one condition.”
“What?” She frowned.
“You should do the same thing. Have a key and leave some of your stuff at my place. It gets lonely when I get back. I’d much rather pull you along.”
She laughed. “Okay, done!” The matter sorted, they went back to their blissful snuggling.
∞∞∞
Armaan moved to the kitchen. It was past midnight, and his sexy baker was baking four...no, the fifth batch of peanut butter cookies. The first time she’d baked batches of cookies, he’d been confused. Until he realized it was her way of coping with anxiety. She baked whenever something was bothering her. Usually, he made her feel better by first polishing off her amazing cookies and then talking to her and finally, giving her several orgasms.
She was still on step one. He still had a long way to go before they could sort this out. He went back to answering his emails, waiting for her cookies to cool.
“Armaan!!”
He almost dropped his laptop when he heard her frightened tone. Putting the device away, he walked to the kitchen. It had been more than a month since they decided to move in. Their friends were, of course, overjoyed, and the men ribbed him to no end. This weekend they were hanging around at his place; he’d been busy with work when we heard her yell.
“What happened? Sugar, you’re trembling.”
She was sitting on a chair, her whole body trembling.
“Sugar, you’re scaring me. What is it? Speak up and fast!” He crouched to her level, pulling her up slowly.
“I...we...I’m scared.” She whispered.
“Okay, about what?” He pulled her into his arms.
“A baby.”
“Baby? What? Whose?” He looked into her eyes in confusion, until understanding dawned in his eyes. “Really?”
“I think so, I’m not entirely sure.” She bit her lip, her eyes clouded with worry.
“Hang on, I’ll arrange for a test.”
“At this time?” She was surprised.
“Don’t worry about it.” He quickly picked up his phone and placed a call.
Within the next half hour, she took the test.
Armaan was waiting outside the bathroom. “Are you done? Sugar, I’m losing my patience.”
