Chapter 23
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Me being in such a good mood now because of my baby thought why not prepare some breakfast for her for when she wakes up. She needs a balanced diet if she wants that ankle to heal quickly and ordering those disgusting junk foods every time will not do the job. I would always grimace whenever I saw my baby poisoning herself by chucking down that rubbish through her throat and thinking to myself how I wouldn't let that happen if I was there. But because of her fast metabolism she never really gained weight the opposite even, I think that it wouldn't be bad if she gained some few pounds. She was too light when I carried her in my arms, like feathers.
I raised up both of my sleeves and brought out some ingredients that I could find in her kitchen. Thank god that she at least had some bread laying around. With the sandwich Ciabattas bites in mind I started to slice some vegetables and preheat the oven.
When the sandwich was done I wrapped it in a plastic wrapper putting it in a fridge leaving a heartfelt note behind for my baby. I also quickly went out and bought some crutches for her to use so that she wouldn't strain her feet any worse.
And now we have to go home and watch over my stubborn little cat.
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My ears perked up when I could hear from the devices that my baby was waking up. I looked at the monitor to see her slowly propping herself up in her bed, scratching at her head as she looked around her room confused.
I chuckled. She must be wondering how and when she came back to her room.
She groaned. "Of course it was him." She muttered under her breath with her sweet sexy sleepy voice.
'Yep, it was I your future boyfriend, man and husband'. I grinned.
Her beautiful untamed red mane was standing up cutely in different directions, a dried drool could be seen on the side of her mouth as she was still wearing the (sexy) get up from last night. 'And right there ladies and gentlemen is a goddess' I thought totally mesmerized by her.
"Ouch!" I was brought back from thought when I heard a cry. Quickly I looked and saw April clutching her feet with a pained expression.
Private Number: "Are you okay!?" I messaged quickly.
She rolled her eyes at the buzzing sound of her phone on top of her nightstand knowingly that it was me and grabbed it. I would have spanked her for that eye roll.
"Yeah, I'm fine I just forgot that I had a twisted ankle." She muttered still stroking her ankle.
It took everything in me to not break the coffee mug in my hand right now as I was raging in anger on how my baby girl had sprained her ankle because of that fucking slut, tan boy. But he won't be safe for long, since I'm almost able to pinpoint his hidden location.
The corner of my lip curled up at the thought that tan boy's breathing days are counting.
Private Number: "Put some ice or a cooling pad on it. I brought for you some crutches for you to use. They are leaning against the wall next to your bed."
She glanced around and was shocked to really see them standing there. Grabbing it she gave it a one look over and used it to stand up. "You're really well prepared, last night too you suddenly pulled out some bandages." She said looking skeptical at her phone.
I shrugged.
Private Number: "Comes with the killing job. You'll always gain some trophies out of it, so it is never wrong to carry some first aid around."
She hummed in understanding. Light red hue started to appear on her ears and for a second I could hear a quite whispery sounding voice just above the static noise of my devices.
"Thank you for the crutches and help." She said shyly.
The overloading cuteness that she emitted hit my heart like a sucker punch making me groan clutching against my chest. "So fucking precious!" it came out like a strained voice.
"Say where did you buy it?" She asked curiously as she was hopping cutely towards the bathroom to freshen herself up.
Ah~ I really got a smart baby on my hands.
Private Number: "Why would you like to know that?" I asked smirking at how sly my cute cat was.
She shrugged. "No particular reason. I like how comfy they are so I would like to know where you bought it so I can get it next time when something like this happens again."
Private Number: "So it's not for the reason to uncover my real identity by going to the store and to ask them about me knowingly that I had to pay with a card which got my real name on it?" I asked raising my eyebrows with a never fading grin.
She flinched a little bit and sighed. "I tried at least." She said as she disappeared into the bathroom.
I laughed loudly. I love how her feelings can be so transparent sometimes, but then there are times just like now when she's really good at hiding her thoughts something that I don't really like. If I didn't catch on immediately I would have just like a fool told her.
Which brings me to her bathroom I don't really like how I can't even hear what's going on in there. To put it more bluntly I don't like that she has space to think alone.
My baby finally came out of the bathroom freshen- and clothed up. She wore a baggy sweatpants and hoody. Her beautiful mid-long wavy hair was free and laid gently down on her back. She's gorgeous and all mine.
Private Number: "I've made some breakfast for you, it's in the fridge."
Wide eyed with her cute button nose scrunched up she looked wary at her phone. "You can cook? More importantly, is it safe?" She asked.
Private Number: "I can only cook the basic stuff and I won't ever feed you something which isn't good for you." I said.
Still with a wary look she walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge. "What the fuck!?" She exclaimed ignoring my sweet note that I had left for her.
Private Number: "What?"
She pulled out the wrapped in sandwich. "Basic my ass, this looks like a classy sandwich that you would only find in magazines. Even Mc Donald's burgers never come out decent." She wrapped it open impatiently and took a big bite out of it chewing on it she had on an expressionless face.
I felt nervous seeing that.
Private Number: "Is it bad?"
Her face turned into a scowl. "It's amazing…" I let out a relieved sigh that I didn't know that I had.
Private Number: "Then why the face?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"I'm mad because it's so amazing. How dare you create this amazing sandwich that I wouldn't be able to eat anymore!" She said angerly with a pout.
I cackled at her cuteness.
Private Number: "Just be mine and I'll cook for you every day."
You will be mine sooner or later,
but the sooner the better.
