“You need sleep,” he tells me.
“I need to clean up,” I counter, although the thought of getting to my feet and walking to the bathroom fills me with dread. Will I even be able to use my legs after that?
“Say no more,” he states before effortlessly rolling from the bed, scooping me up in his arms, and carrying me to the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” I laugh.
“Taking care of my girl.”
My heart sings as he gently places me on the toilet.
“I’ll go and get you a drink. Do you need any?—”
“Bring a snack.”
He chuckles. “You got it, sweetheart.”
I sit there with my limbs still twitching from my releases, my heart so incredibly full I’m sure it’s about to burst as I watch his bubble butt strut out of the room like he’s the king of the world. He pauses at the door and glances over his shoulder. I’m not sure if it’s to check if I’m watching or not, but there’s no hiding that I am. He winks, and my cheeks blaze as he slips from the room.
I clean up before pulling on one of my oversized T-shirts to sleep in, and I’m sitting in bed scrolling through Instagram when he finally returns with a tray in his hands, wearing just a pair of boxer briefs.
Hottest waiter ever.
“You know, women across the world would pay for this kind of service,” I point out as he lowers the tray to the nightstand.
“And here you are, getting it for free. How lucky are you?”
So fucking lucky.
“I wasn’t sure what you wanted,” he explains as I take in the array of drinks and snacks on the tray.
He’s made two hot chocolates, just like I like them. There’s water, OJ, and cans of soda. There are also all my favorite snacks, both sweet and savory.
My chest tightens all over again as I reach for a mug of hot chocolate and the packet of pretzels.
“I will never agree with that, just so you know,” he mutters once he’s settled next to me, watching with disgust as I swipe a pretzel through my whipped cream.
“Once I’ve given birth, I’ll be disgusted with myself. But right now, it’s so fucking good.”
He smiles at me. “I’ll take your word for it.”
Once I’m done, and my stomach is happily full of snacks, I snuggle down under the sheets, more than ready to pass out.
I half expect Everett to excuse himself and go to his room, but to my shock, after he uses the bathroom, he slips in beside me.
“You’re not leaving?” I ask, making him still.
“Shit. Do you want me to? I can. I didn’t mean?—”
I slide my arm over, pressing two fingers against his lips, silencing him.
“No, I don’t want you to leave.”
A long breath escapes him as he snuggles closer.
“Good, because there isn’t anywhere I’d rather be than right here with you.”
“What if I snore?” I ask, my eyes already falling closed.
