She doesn’t get feisty with him like she does with me, at least, not to the same degree. But I think we’re slowly getting somewhere. I’ll just have to work harder to make her see there’s more to me than what I let on. That she can trust me and love me.
Because that’s what I want with Ronnie. I hadn’t realized it at first, but now I do. Seeing her with Noah, the way she looks at him, the way she smiles at him. I want that. I want her to see me like that.
I want the same thing Hayes has with Cecilia, Burkley with Morgan. I want what Ford has with Emma. Hell, I’ll even take a kid with it too. I love kids. I just need to get my Vixen on board, and I need to have a talk with Noah.
I take the steps down to the main level and over to the kitchen, preparing three bowls of kale and avocado salad with blueberries and edamame. A nice light lunch for my pretty Vixen. Noah and I will most likely eat something else after, but all I care about is making her feel better.
A few minutes later, Ronnie and Noah appear in the kitchen. Noah now has a shirt on, and Ronnie is wearing one of his that ends halfway down her thighs and seems to have nothing underneath.Fuck, she’s so sexy with her long-ass legs and tanned skin.
She comes to stand beside me, looking down into the bowl I’m holding. “Mmm, that looks delicious.”
“I made it just for you.” I smile at her.
“You really are my savior, aren’t you?”
“That’s right, baby. It’s about time you figured it out.” I wink, and she rolls her eyes at me, causing me to laugh.
“Is your medication working?” I ask as she grabs a fork and takes a big bite from the bowl I’m holding, which was originally mine.Oh well.
“Yeah, I still have cramps, but they’re tolerable for now,” she says around her mouthful. “OH MY GOD! Gabe! How do you make food taste so good!?”
I chuckle. “I don’t know, I guess years of cooking for myself.”
“Well, whatever it is, I want you to teach me.” She takes another bite, while Noah and I watch her with amusement.I guess she was hungry.
“Or you could just move in, and I’ll cook for you every day.” I grin.
Her eyes shoot up to mine as she finishes chewing slowly. “Don’t tell Aubrey I hesitated,” she finally says.Which isn’t a no.
Taking yet another bite, she moans loudly and closes her eyes. “AW GAWD! So good. Who knew blueberries would fit so well in a salad?”
Noah and I laugh as she dives in again but then stops and looks at me once more. “This was your bowl, wasn’t it?”
“It was, but I’m feeling more in the mood for a sandwich.” It’s a lie, but she doesn’t need to know that. “How about you take my bowl and yours and go sit down on the couch?”
“Fuck me, yes.” She pats my cheek. “You know me so well.” Then turns and grabs both bowls, bringing them over to the living room.
“Any day, baby. Just say the word,” I call after her while laughing.
“I’ll think about it,” she shouts back, dropping down on the couch.
My eyes widen as I turn to Noah. I’m not sure if she meant the moving in or the fucking her, but I’ll take either. I walk over to the fridge with a new sense of triumph.A sandwich suddenly sounds pretty fucking good.
An hour later, we’re all sitting on the couch with full stomachs. The groceries even came just as we were starting to eat, so Noah and I took care of putting everything away, while Ronnie ate her lunch in peace.
We decided to watch some action movie, since Vixen stated a comedy would make her laugh too much and make her cramps worse. They’ve already started acting up again, despite her medication.
I’m thinking of looking into finding a doctor who will actually find a way to help her. No matter how many times Ronnie can say this is normal, there’s no way it is. Being in pain to the point of being unable to move is never normal. I know a thing or two about that.
She’s currently seated between us, carrying an uncomfortable look on her face, and keeps shifting around like she can’t find a position that helps. I stand from the couch and get one of the heating pads I had bought. It’s one of those that she places on her stomach and straps around her back, keeping it secure in place.
Kneeling in front of her, I catch her gaze. “Scoot closer so that I can pass it behind your back. This should help a bit.” She does as I ask before I switch it on, and within seconds it’s already warm to the touch. “How does that feel, baby?”
“Good,” she says in a small voice, which tells me she’s once again in pain.
Noah lifts her by the waist and places her over his lap sideways, then starts applying pressure against her lower back like he did earlier. She leans into his body and rests her head on his shoulder. I take the spot she was previously occupying beside Noah and grab her legs, stretching them out over my lap.
I begin massaging her calves, then her feet, occasionally going up to her thighs but always coming back down. I know that’s not where her pain is, but if it can distract her a little and make her feel good, then I’m happy to do it. besides, I just really want to be touching her, too. A smile spreads along my lips when I notice her toenails do match her hair. One foot pink and the other blue. I was expecting to find them nude like her fingernails.
