1. A place to stay and someone to stay with. Seriously, recovery is not something you can do on your own. If you know a nurse who is willing to hang out with you it makes life 10X easier because they are used to seeing blood and helping people and cleaning up messes. My friend even helped me wash my hair over his kitchen sink and changed my dressings for me. No reaching, no stretching, no bending over, it’s great.
2. Something soft and comforting. The pain meds made me woozy and a little emotional. I couldn’t control when I slept, when I was awake, I couldn’t even keep my eyes open sometimes. I lost track of time, started conversations I didn’t remember, etc. Having something around that was constant like a specific blanket, a drink you like, a tv show you can binge on that you’ve watched before (you’ll fall asleep and no remember what happened), helped make me feel more stable. I chose a blanket and pillow that I particularly like. And have some Arizona tea always around.
3. Bendy Straws. This is pretty common but they’re really a life saver. I didn’t have to pick my arms up for anything really.
4. Something to keep toilet paper closer to the toilet in the bathroom. Whether this is a cheap toilet paper rack or even a small bucket or stool, I had issues reaching the toilet paper roll because it was either too far in front of me or on the wall behind me. Consider where the toilet paper is in your bathroom and make adjustments if you need to.
5. Glass cleaning cloth. With how much I fell asleep and woke up, my glasses were constantly on and off my face, falling on the floor, and of course I had to pick them up with my toes if I was alone because I couldn’t bend them over. At some point I was ready to safety pin a cloth to my surgery binder so I didn’t have to keep asking for one when I couldn’t see through all the smudges. This is also helpful for computer screens and phone screens especially if you aren’t wearing normal clothing like a soft tshirt or jacket.
6. Easy access medications. If your meds come with child locks on them, you might not be able to open them. Find a jar or something with a really easy access lid - something that screws off with you having to push buttons or pop anything - and LABEL things according to what you use them for. Pain meds really clogged my thoughts so seeing words like “OW” and “BLEH” on the top of bottles helped me distinguish which med was for pain and which med was for nausea. Have fun with this one.
7. A pillow that won’t run away. If you’re sleeping in a bed, try body pillows around you. If you’re sleeping on a couch, make sure it’s not a couch that will swallow you between the cushions. I spent most of my time in a recliner with a travel pillow around my neck.
8. Meditation music or something quiet. After the first 12-24 hours I found myself holding my shoulders up trying to reduce the pain on my incisions which caused a lot of tension in my back, neck, and shoulders. At some points they were more painful than the incisions. Take some time to really meditate and relax your muscles or the tightness will impact everything around you - pain levels, mood, etc.
9. Easy access snacks. I love clementines so we found some that were easy to peel. Chip bags that are small and easy to handle are nice too. Light plates, bowls, plastic cups, things that don’t require a lot of coordination work well because it’s hard to get situated and then have to reach for a ton of things. Eat food that only requires one utensil. Etc.
10. Short Walks. March in Michigan is cold, so we went to stores to get one or two things, I leaned over a cart and hobbled through. It made me dizzy and painful, it sucked most of the time, but once I sat down and relaxed I felt so much better than pre-walk. I wasn’t fidgety anymore, I felt like I could actually sit still and let myself heal rather than getting up every 10 minutes or asking for water or reading a book or scratching or painting my nails. I slept better after walks, I ate better after walks, and I felt more emotionally stable after walks.
Okay, those are my top 10 things. I’m sure there are others depending on your situation. Some people recommend cough drops for your sore throat after anesthesia, I didn’t experience this. I also experienced a little more draining than a lot of guys do and thus needed some extra gauze and bandages. Long phone chargers, comfy slippers, and loose-fitting clothes are often recommended too. I used my regular 6ft charger, had some slippers but mostly only wore them when my feet were cold, and I wore shorts and my surgery binder for most of the week after because it was easier to regulate my temperature with blankets than take clothes on and off.
If you have any questions feel free to message me.
***I wrote this for my English assignment and yeah… Enjoy****
When I was seven I met a girl who made me giggle. My first
day at school and she walked up to me, her hands filled with sand, “Here, have
this, you’re my new friend.” I took it gratefully, stunned by this tiny girl
with glasses too big for her face. I carried it around with me until I was told
off; sand wasn’t allowed in the classrooms. We’d sit together and laugh and cut
out tiny pictures of animals we would tape to our tables. She’d tell me stories
of older siblings and slide her glasses up her nose right before they’d fall off
her face. I’d sit there and eat my lunch, chiming in every now and again to
tell her about my funny memories, which always resulted in her laughing so much
she began to snort. But summer was the
best, because the sun seemed to focus on her, making her blonde hair light up
and set her apart from our other classmates, always making me smile. She’d buy
red icy-poles from the canteen and would later hold my hand with her sticky
sugar coated ones during play time. It seemed as if nothing could compare to
her gapped tooth smile and messy hair. I remember thinking of our days as being the
best thing in the universe, having endless fun and never growing tired of silly
jokes or colouring in.
When I was ten I met a girl who made me smile. We’d sit in
her room with Avril Lavigne playing on her TV and her parents arguing from the
kitchen. I’d bring over my mum’s lipsticks and eye shadows and we’d give each
other colourful makeovers to help pass the time. She’d welcome me into her pink
room and her freckled cheeks would glow underneath our messily made blanket fort,
then we’d sing along to the music, our hands together as we danced across the
room. She embodied happiness and wore yellow flowers behind her ears, sometimes
woven into her two long braids. I remember movie nights with her feeling like
they could last forever, the morning never seeming to come as we lay in bed and
laughed at our own jokes, staying up past midnight and sneaking into the
kitchen to steal ice cream and cookies for snacks. These nights were magical
and held a kind of sacredness, nothing bad could enter our forts, nor could
parents or siblings. She gave me confidence, energy and ice cream.
When I was thirteen I met a girl who made me laugh. This
girl was fearless, she approached me with certainty and demanded that I be her
friend. She’d text me at four in the morning and we’d talk for hours on end.
This girl was my best friend, this girl was beautiful and she knew it. She’d take me by my hand and we’d run home
from school, collapsing on her bed, laughing, as we shook off our school bags.
She’d sit me down and open up to me about the things that erased the confidence
from her eyes, she told me about her mum and car crashes and things that made
her cry. I’d hug her and tell her it would be okay, because I felt as though I
needed to protect this girl, and I wanted to make her feel secure. We would
climb trees on her uncle’s farm and she would laugh when she had to help me up
to the highest branch, before kissing me and smiling the biggest smile I had
ever seen. I’d laugh nervously, my brain buzzing and my cheeks flushed, then
she’d kiss me again and we would just sit there, staring at the sunset. “Don’t
tell my dad.” She’d always say as we climbed down. For the longest time I
didn’t know if she meant don’t tell him that we’d climbed the tree or that we’d
kissed, I figured it out the next summer when her uncle came down to the back of
the farm to call us up for lunch and found us kissing. I was sent home and when
school started she wasn’t there. My teachers told me she was sent away to live
with her aunt in New South Wales.
When I was sixteen I met a girl who made me cry. This girl
was filled with shards of glass and storms. She was a hurricane that would
bring me along and then drop me to the ground when she was done. This girl
wasn’t kind or good for me, but she was captivating, she made me feel special
and loved and important. She’d pick me up in her old, beaten car and pause to
tie her long golden hair out of her face as she told me of the night’s plans.
When I was with her there were colours, there were lights and there were fields
of experiences and firsts and the little things that mattered. She’d put her
arm around me and promise me that tonight was going to be the best night ever, and
then we’d dance for hours on end, to music neither of us had ever heard. Whenever
we went out she’d be surrounded with crowds of older boys and pretty girls, but
she always managed to look down at me with her big green eyes that told me none
of them mattered, that nothing else mattered, because we were together and the
night was young and we had a car that could take us anywhere. But this girl was
poisonous. When we were alone she’d yell and scream and push me around. She’d
fill my ears with stinging words and leave me crying on her door step at the
end of each night when she was done with me. And for whatever reason, the next
day I’d come back, and we’d go out, and she’d love me, until we went back to
her house and she’d blame me for the car breaking down, or my parents finding
out we were drinking, or for her forgetting her keys. She’d blame me and I’d be
sent away shaken and scared, but I still came back.
When I was nineteen I met a girl who made me dance. I
complimented her on the scarf she wore to class every day, she had smiled and
whispered, “My dad bought it for me from Spain,” then she looked at me properly
and leaned in closer, “You have very pretty eyes.” I blushed and thanked her,
she smirked and resumed paying attention to the lecture. This girl was amazing;
she was charismatic and could charm anyone. She knew every student and every professor.
She was smart, creative and emotional in all the right ways. She was all things
bright and all things extroverted. This
girl was warm and this girl was lovely. She wore flowing dresses and took me to
sophisticated parties where we would stand in the corner and laugh at every one’s
ridiculous outfits, we’d get tipsy on champagne and spend the rest of the
evening in dingy cafes in the city that smelt like old smoke and pancakes. My
year with her was the best year of my life. Her dad would buy plane tickets to
fly us out to Spain to stay with him. We’d spend hundreds of dollars on
expensive Spanish food and waste hours watching street performers, dancing, and
just being in each other’s arms. She was the first girl I had fallen in love with,
and every moment with her was special, was magical, and was perfect. The night
before she left to move to Spain permanently we laid together in her bed and
cried. Eventually we stopped and I laid beside her, playing with her long red
hair as she rested her head against my shoulder, “This won’t be the end, long
distance works for a lot of people,” we’d tell each other. When she left, we
lasted for two months before we mutually agreed it wasn’t working, it took me five
months to properly recover. She was my first love.
When I was twenty-three I met a girl who made me jealous.
This girl could never love me back, this girl was the one that got away. I fell
for her despite myself. I really couldn’t help it, everything about her made me
smile; the way she covered her mouth when she laughed, how she did her makeup,
the way she cut her hair, the skirts she wore that would billow around her
every time she spun around, which was often. This girl was kind to me and took
care of me, she was my friend and was there for me when I needed her. We moved
in together and it felt like torture, I wanted so much more than what we had,
but I couldn’t have it, so I had to remain content with our current friendship,
with inside jokes and crying on each other’s shoulders. For then, it was
enough, but I couldn’t help pining. She eventually met a man, and for months I
was taken over with jealousy, why did he achieve what I could not? Soon she
moved out and moved in with him, they became engaged and I was forced to let go
of my feelings. Yet we still remain friends, and we have dinners together and
laugh about my younger self and her love stricken feelings.
When I was twenty-seven I met a girl that made me sparkle.
This girl, she was The One. She’s the girl that made time stop, that froze
everything around us every time we kissed. The girl that made my stomach fill
with butterflies and my head fill with romances. This girl was every definition
of perfect. I could stare for hours and hours and hours at this girl and her
beautiful blue eyes, at her constellations of freckles that littered her back,
I could stare and he stained lips and her short wavy hair, I could stare at
this girls tanned legs and I could listen to her angelic voice until the day I
die. I fell in love with all these, all of the beautiful perfect pieces of her.
I fell in love with her flaws also; the stretch marks pulled across her hips,
the small mole on her jaw, the scar in between her eyebrows from when she was a
child, the regretted star tattoo on her finger. Everything about her enraptured
me, she was perfect to me, and I too her. She’d surprise me in the mornings
with sweet coffee and a sweeter smile. This girl would take me on adventures I
will never forget. She made me feel like
a million stars, she made me sparkle, she helped me love everything, she helped
me follow my passions and to realise what love felt like. This girl was lovely.
I let out a huge sigh of nervousness as I straightened out my red dress. It was my first time making an appearance on the Late Late Show with James Corden, and I was freaking out.
In my short career as an actress, interviews have become my new norm. The overwhelming amount of uneasiness that would present itself before every press conference, convention, etc. has eased up incredibly. So why was I so anxious about this particular appearance?
Because the love of my life, also known as Harry freaking Styles, was going to be seated inches away from me on the same couch.
As a long time fan of One Direction, this was like a dream come true. But that’s exactly all it was suppose to be. A dream. Now this dream is becoming a reality, except my hands are sweating like crazy and my heart feels like it’s being a thousand miles an hour. Please, God, let me make it out of this alive.
“..Two-time Oscar nominee, the ever-so stunning, Y/N Y/L!”
I wiped any trace of nervousness off my face as I made my way onto the stage after stopping to greet some of the fans. The amount of support that was shown always left me in awe.
“It’s so good to see you!” James said as we embraced.
“You too, thanks for having me!” I replied as we pulled away.
“…Here for his week-long residency, the devilishly handsome, Harry Styles!”
He walked out in a floral suit with a grin on his face as he greeted fans before making his way to the stage. His rings glinted in the stage lights as he ran his hand through his soft-looking chocolate hair. He looks like a whole snack, AAAAAHHHHHH!
Play it cool, play it cool, I mentally chanted as he embraced me in a hug.
“Nice to meet you,” he said after pulling away.
“You too,” I replied, and I could only hope that I wasn’t grinning too hard.
“So, Y/N, word has it that you were a huge fan of One Direction, is that true?” James asks as we get settled on the couch.
“Depends, why’re you asking?” I ask cautiously, causing the audience to laugh. I see Harry smirk a little out of the corner of my eye.
“No reason, no reason,” James says with a mischievous look in his eye. “But, now that you’ve asked..” he said as he turned his attention to the screen.
“I’m so sorry,” I apologized in advance.
“Why are you apologizing, I haven’t even played the clip yet!”James laughed.
I shook my head before responding. “I just know that whatever’s about to play is going to be so painfully embarrassing, and possibly traumatic, to everyone here.”
“This is gonna be interesting,” Harry spoke up beside me, resulting in another round of laughter from the audience.
The screen showed a 17-year-old me getting ready in the morning. My hair was wrapped in a bonnet and I wore a fuzzy blue bathrobe as I sang along to Over Again into my toothbrush, occasionally stopping to brush.
“Oh my goodness,” I mumbled with an embarrassed smile as I remembered the video that my brother secretly took of me. I covered my face with my hands as 17-year-old me continued to sing horribly while making dramatic hand gestures.
“Is it over?” I asked sheepishly as I heard James and the audience laughing beside me. I looked over to see Harry with a finger on his lips in an attempt to hold back his laughter. My face would have been as red as a tomato if it weren’t for my melanin. Thank God.
“I, for one, thought that was quite adorable,” Harry said after the laughter died down. Again, thank God for my melanin.
I turned around and was surprised to see Harry. The show had just ended and I had gotten changed out of my dress and into something casual.
“Hey, great performance out there! I love the album,” I said as he made his way towards me. I hope that didn’t sound too fangirl-y.
“Thank you, that means a lot to me,” he said genuinely. I smiled before fidgeting with the hair tie on my wrist out of nervousness.
“Erm, I was wondering if you wanted to grab something to eat? If you want, of course.”
“I-” I cut myself off and cleared my throat as I could literally feel myself about to shriek out a response. “I’d love too!” I smiled. “Let me just grab my phone.”
I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming before doing a mini-dance in the safety of my dressing room. I grabbed my phone and walked out to Harry, dressed down and still looking perfect as ever in a floral button up and black jeans.
“Ready?” I nodded and we began heading out.
“Do you like burgers?” he asked. “I know a diner ‘bout a block away that makes the best burgers. Milkshakes are pretty nice, too.”
“Love,” I responded with a smile. If I keep smiling like this, my face might fall off.
“Maybe on the way you can show me more of those dance moves from the video,” Harry said as he imitated my hand gestures. I shook my head, bringing my hand up to shield my embarrassment as I let out a laugh.
“Please don’t make me,” I begged.
“Alright, alright,” he chuckled. “Only ‘cause I like you.”
Summary: You’ve been teasing Roman for a couple of days since got back
and when your parents ask the two of you out for dinner, Roman decides to show
you what the consequences are.
(A/N) This idea popped up in my head after seeing gifs of Roman in a suit and I
just had to write it down and share it with you guys. And thank you so much
@x-fivefoot for helping me out😘♥️. This is also hella long so enjoy guys
‘’Like what you see Reigns,’’ I asked with a smirk on
my face as I picked some clothes off the floor in our bedroom, my ass in full
display. I didn’t have to turn around to know that his eyes were on me with
every move I made.
‘’In fact, I love what I see.’’ He murmured. It was a
hot summer night and even though it was still bright outside, we decided to
just relax a bit.
‘’You do?’’ I turned around and crossed my arms,
grabbing the underside of my shirt. I pulled it over my head and put it on the
chair, leaving me in only my shorts and lace bra. The fabric hardly covered
anything since it was see through. He nodded and threw the sports magazine he
was reading beside him as I climbed onto the bed. Too slow in action, Roman
reached out for my waist and pulled me on top of him so I was straddling his
waist. I bit my lip and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
‘’You look better everytime I come back home,’’ he
groaned. I slowly grinded myself against him, feeling him getting harder second
‘’I know,’’ I whispered in his ear. His hands guided
my hips, setting a pace. As soon as I felt his hands travel up to unclasp my
bra , I stopped and climbed off him. ‘’I’m so tired,’’ I yawned. He looked at
me wide eyed.
‘’Baby come one,’’ he whined, ‘’That’s not fair.’’
‘’What do you mean?’’ I innocently asked and kissed
him on his check.
‘’Y/n please, all I got from you since I got back is
teasing and it’s getting on my nerves.’’
‘’There’s no need for that, we have all the time of
the world. Besides that, what’s wrong with me being tired?’’
‘’Yeah sure, you’re ‘tired’,’’ he grunted and rolled
on his side, his back facing me. ‘’You’ve been ‘tired’ for literally four
‘’Ahw come on Ro, don’t be mad, I promise you’ll have
your way with me before you’re on the road again,’’ I sweetly said as I hung
over his side. His eyes were closed and he looked quite irritated. I don’t want
to say that I love seeing him this mad, but I kinda do to be completely honest.
Last time when he was home, he was the one who was teasing the shit out of me
by whispering dirty things in my ear in public, such as ‘’I wanna fuck you so
hard that you’ll be begging me to stop,’’ or ‘’I bet you’re all wet for me
babygirl, I can’t wait to eat you out and make you moan my name.’’ He’d get me
all turned on and once we got home, he decided to ignore his promises and
pretend nothing ever happened. The man even denied saying it. So this time, I
decided to play fair and tease him back.
‘’I hope so for your sake,’’ he chuckled and turned on
his back again with me on top of him. ‘’You’re lucky I love you.’’
‘’Aawh you’re so sweet,’’ I smiled and kissed his
lips. As much as I wanted him, I had to tell myself not to do anything because
it was payback. ‘’I love you too, my beautiful husband.’’
‘’Yeah sure,’’ he joked.
‘’You’re only acting like this because you’re not
getting laid.’’ I seriously said as I placed my arms on his broad chest, my
head on my hands.
‘’Maybe, maybe not. Anyways, I’m just happy to be
‘’That’s the nicest thing you’ve said so far,’’ I
laughed. He shook his head and laughed along. ‘’But for real though, I’m really
tired so I’m off.’’
‘’I’ll pretend to believe you and try to sleep as
‘’I don’t care if you believe me or not, I’m tired and
I need my sleep.’’ I rolled off him and lied down on my stomach. I could feel
Roman shift his weight, pulling me close to him with his arm, his face nuzzling
in the crook of my neck. Just like that, we both drifted off.
I woke up by the rays of sunlight falling across my
face. I slightly opened my eyes and sat up. Roman was not beside me so I figured
he was in the bathroom or something. Looking on my phone, I saw that it was
already 1 pm. I had several missed calls from my mom so I decided to facetime
‘’Honey, how are you and Roman doing,’’ she happily
said as she answered right away. ‘’You just woke up, didn’t you.’’
‘’Maybe,’’ I smiled, ‘’We’re great, what about you and
‘’Couldn’t be better hun. I was wondering if the two
of you are free tonight.’’
‘’Uhm, yeah, I think so,’’ I thought out loud. Roman
came walking into the room with a plate of
fruit. ‘’Are you free tonight?’’ I asked him.
‘’I don’t know,’’ I laughed, ‘’what did you have in
‘’How does a dinner sound? Just the four of us. You
and Roman and me and your dad.’’ She excitedly said. I could tell that this was
something she wanted for a long time.
‘’Sounds good to me,’’ Roman said as he sat down on
the edge of the bed.
‘’Alright then, a dinner it is,’’ I answered with a
‘’Oh that’s lovely, I’ll meet you guys at 7 at that
new Italian place that just had their grand opening. Love you both,’’ she
almost shouted. Before one of us could say anything, she hung up.
‘’Good afternoon,’’ Roman chuckled. ‘’I figured you
could use something healthy since all you’ve been eating is junk food. Not to
mention how unhealthy you’ll be eating tonight.’’
‘’You’re just jealous because all you have to do is
eat healthy,’’ I stuck my tongue out and grabbed the plate with fruit. ‘’I
normally wouldn’t do this but you can pick my dress for tonight, as long as it
stays decent.’’ I warned him. He had this huge smirk on his face as he walked
towards the closet. ‘’Decent, I said.’’
‘’I know, I know, don’t worry. I know what decent
means.’’ He laughed and opened the doors, looking at all the clothing. ‘’I’ll
bet that not even half of the clothes are mine,’’ Roman joked.
‘’A woman with taste, needs her space,’’ I proudly
‘’Touché.’’ He absently said as he sat down and opened
the box with all my dresses. After studying all of my dresses for about 10
minutes, he stood up. ‘’This one,’’ he held the dress in front of him. I always
knew Roman had an amazing taste and I couldn’t fight him on that. It was a long
black dress with a slit at two sides of my leg, almost reaching my waist, so
that both of my legs would be shown. It had a V neck and spaghetti straps. ‘’You’re
wearing this one, whether you like it or not,’’ he chuckled.
‘’Alright, that one it is.’’ I put the plate away and
crawled over to the end of the bed and grabbed him by the collar of his
t-shirt, pulling him close to me. My lips barely touched his and when he was
about to lean in, I grabbed the dress and backed away.
‘’You’re gonna pay for that,’’ he groaned. I just
giggled and walked to the bathroom to get ready.
‘’You done baby?’’ Roman yelled from downstairs. ‘’We
gotta leave, it’s almost 7.’’
‘’Almost babe,’’ I yelled back. I stood in front of
the mirror, admiring the way I looked. My hair was curled, I didn’t wear any
make up besides mascara, eyeliner and lipstick. The dress Roman picked looked
really good on me, even if I’m saying it myself. My curves were showing just
right. I wore my black heels and made my way down the stairs.
‘’Oh jheeze,’’ Roman said impressed, ‘’damn babygirl,
you look breathtaking.’’
‘’Why thank you, you look breathtaking yourself as
well,’’ I smiled, meaning what I said. He was wearing a checkered white and
blue shirt with a white and blue striped tie. The jacket, just like his pants,
were blue-ish. He always looked beautiful so this time there was no difference.
‘’Means a lot coming from my beautiful wife,’’ he
grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him. I couldn’t back away this time, I
also didn’t want to, he just looked, smelled, felt so good. He kissed me and
smiled against my lips.
‘’Oh shush Reigns, let’s go.’’ I giggled. As I turned
around, he gave my ass a gentle squeeze before walking outside and locking the
door behind him. The car ride was just as usual; us singing along with every
song on the radio, even though we didn’t even know the song, talking about how
pissed he was that Vince wouldn’t let him wear his new gear. I enjoyed moments
like this, knowing we both could talk about anything. Once we arrived, we could
see my parents their car parked a little further.
‘’This place is actually pretty nice tho,’’ he
admitted as he took my hand in his. We both walked into the restaurant, stunned
with how pretty it looked; white and red as the main colors, ivy on the celling
and there was an outside part. The waiter said my mom and dad took place at the
outside area, which I figured since my mom loves having dinner outside.
‘’Y/n, Roman, my babies,’’ my mom happily said as she
stood up to give us a hug. ‘’How are the two of you doing?’’
‘’We’re fine mom,’’ I smiled.
‘’Son, how much do you train because each time I see
you, it seems like you’re getting even more muscular than you already are.’’ My
dad joked, making Roman laugh.
‘’With my training schedule, it’s possible sir.’’ He
replied with a smile. We all sat down and talked a bit before looking at the
menu. While being focused on the dishes, I felt Roman’s hand on my bare thigh,
sliding up higher. I batted his hand away, but he kept bringing it to the same
‘’So, how’s your career doing?’’ My dad asked Roman.
‘’It’s amazing sir, being able to do what I love every
day, makes it even better. The only con is not being home so often,’’ he said,
his hand was now on my inner thigh, making me shift in my seat. That was pointless
since he is super strong and held me still with just his hand. ‘’But the time I
am at home is also the time I love the most.’’
‘’That’s great to hear,’’ my dad smiled. ‘’How was
your time on the road this time?’’
‘’It was amazing, I got to see so many places and meet
different people,’’ Roman answered. His hand was now rubbing me through the
thin material of my panties, making me hold back a moan. I looked over to him,
but he was pretending to pay attention to the menu. As I was about to speak, he
crept his hand under the thin material, his index finger circling my clit. I
covered my mouth with my hand, pretending to yawn. I could kick his ass right
now. I started to realize why he picked that dress. He always mentioned how
much he adored ‘easy access’ and this dress was just that with the slit as high
as my thigh.
‘’So honey, how are you doing?’’ my mom asked me.
‘I-I’m fine,’’ I stuttered, trying to sound normal. His
finger was now slowly pushing inside of me, making it hard to even think.
‘’How is it while Roman is on the road? How do you
keep yourself busy?’’ My dad curiously asked.
‘’It’s hard, of course, but I mostly keep myself busy
with watching movies, reading and my own work,’’ I almost moaned as he added
his middle finger inside of me as well, pushing his fingers deeper. I glanced
over next to me and he just looked at me with the sweetest smile.
‘’Good to hear you have a source of distraction.’’
‘’I agree, it’s
hard to leave my wife all alone so I’m happy she can take care of herself.’’ Roman answered with a huge smile on his face.
This bastard. To make things even worst, he started to rub my clit with his
thumb, making my orgasm build with lighting speed. I let out a deep sigh, my
breathing got heavier, the pleasure started to build in my lower abdomen. My
insides started to clench around his fingers as she was now pumping in and out
of me very slowly. There was absolutely no way that I was going to cum near my
parents, that’s just insane.
‘’Hi there, can I take your orders?’’ the waiter
smiled sweetly. Roman withdrew his fingers and gave me a smirk. The emptiness
made me whimper quietly. I could slap him right now.
‘’We both would like the pasta with tomato-basil
sauce,’’ Roman answered.
‘’What a gentleman, ordering for his lady as well,’’
my mom smiled. If only she knew what kind of ‘gentle man’ he is being this
exact moment. ‘’We’ll have the lasagna please.’’
‘’I wrote that down, anything to drink?’’
‘’A bottle of water will do,’’ my dad answered. The
waiter nodded and walked away with writing everything down. When my parents
were in a conversation, Roman licked his fingers and hummed while doing so. My
stomach turned, wanting him more than ever at the moment.
‘’I bet you taste better than the food baby,’’ he whispered
into my ear. Great, now the roles were turned, again. I gave him a ‘are you
serious’ look and all he did was grinning. ‘’I can imagine how bad you want me
‘’You’re a fucking dick,’’ I said through gritted
teeth, regretting my choice of words right away. But I could play dirty as
well. I bit my lip and my placed my hand on his leg, rubbing up and down.
‘’Y/n,’’ Roman groaned lowly, ‘’I’m warning you.’’
‘’Hmm? What’d you say?’’ I asked innocently as I
started to massage his dick through his pants. ‘’Two can play this game,
‘’This ain’t no game, you have no idea what you just
started babygirl.’’ He dangerously said. I smirked back at him while slowly
rubbing his dick up and down at an agonizingly slow pace, causing his breath to
quicken. He glared back at me, giving me a death stare and I abruptly stopped.
‘’I gotta use the restroom, be right back.’’ I
announced with a smile.
‘’Alright sweetheart,’’ my mom replied. I adjusted my
dress before standing up and making my way to the ladies room. I was just about
to open the door when a hand suddenly appeared, blocking my way. I turned around
to see it was Roman.
‘’What do you think you’re doing?’’ he hissed.
‘’Playing back your own game,’’ I grinned.
‘’I warned you y/n.’’ He ushered me into the restroom,
making sure that there was no one there. The door was being shut firmly as I
bit my lip and looked at him up and down. ‘’You shouldn’t do that, you know
what it does to me.’’
‘’What does it do? I can’t remember,’’ I said,
pretending I forgot.
‘’You know exactly what it does…’’ he whispered as he
wrapped his muscular arms around my waist and pulled me in for a deep kiss. His
tongue licked my bottom lip, making me shiver. Without warning, he grabbed my
ass and lifted me up, slamming my back against the cold door. ‘’You gonna keep
‘’Maybe,’’ I answered and bit my lip on purpose. Roman
groaned and kissed my neck as he slipped his fingers inside of me for the
second time this day. I could be a lot more vocal here, luckily for me and for
him since I know how much he enjoys me expressing how good he makes me feel. ‘’Roman,
I need you inside of me right now,’’ I admitted under my breath.
‘’Now you do huh?’’ He mumbled against my neck as I
felt him unzipping his pants and pulling it down along with his underwear. I
could feel the tip against my center and I arched my back, wanting to feel
more. He chuckled and slid his thick length inside of me in a fluid motion.
‘’Oh my god..’’ I moaned. He lets me adjust for a few
seconds before he starts to thrust. I missed feeling him fill me up like this
and he knew.
‘’Goddamn baby, you’re so wet. I missed you,’’ He
panted, ‘’fuck I missed your pussy.’’
‘’I missed you too, oh shit,’’ I cried out as he sped
up, gripping my waist tighter. ‘’Roman…I’m so close.’’
‘’Already?’’ He asked as he started to rub my clit,
making me grip his bicep tighter. I nodded and he chuckled. ‘’I can’t blame you
‘’F-fuck you,’’ I chuckled breathless. He smiled and
looked down to where our bodies joined. ‘’Roman please.’’
‘’Cum for me baby,’’ he looked me straight in the eyes
as he grinded his hips slowly; so slow that I could feel every vein. The
friction made me tingle. ‘’That’s it y/n, cum for daddy.’’
‘’Romann,’’ I moaned loudly as I reached my high.
Right after, I could feel him release inside of me. We stood in the exact same
position to catch our breaths and once we did, he gently pulled out of me and
placed me back on my heels again.
‘’I’m so happy I told you to wear that dress,’’ Roman
said as he pulled his pants back up.
‘’I should’ve known what you were up to,’’ I laughed.
I carefully walked towards the mirror and fixed myself. Roman came up from
behind me and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck. ‘’We should get back
to my parents before they wonder where we are.’’
‘’You’re probably right, let’s see who gives in first.’’
‘’You’re unbelievable Reigns,’’ I smiled and shook my
“Sweetheart?” Harry closed the fridge door, a frown etched on his face, “Do you know what happened to the rest of that takeaway I brought home the other night?” I look up from my book at Harry, “I ate it all.” He stares at me, “When?” “I had it for lunch today, I’m sorry babe, I should’ve asked.” He’s still staring at me with that look on his face that he gets when he’s trying to figure out the right chord for a song or switch out a word in a lyric for a better one, “Why are you looking at me like that?” “I just… There was so much food in there, love, you ate it all in one sitting?” My mouth gaped open, “Are you judging me for how much I ate? You’re always the one telling me I should eat more and—“ “Hey, hey, no, of course I’m not… Are you alright, though? Just seems… not like you and you ate peas the other day with dinner even though you hate peas and you’ve just been… Something’s off. Are you on your period or something?” I laughed, “Something’s off about me and you automatically assume I’m on my period? What kind of—“ But I stop mid sentence and the grin falls off my face. “Love? What is it?” “Oh my God.” I say softly and then I’m running to our bedroom, Harry calling my name after me as he tries to keep up. I’m digging through my purse when he finally gets here, struggling to find my birth control pack. “What’s the matter?” Harry says again, watching me from the doorway. I wordlessly pull out the pack and inspect it. I was right. I’d missed my period for the second time in a row. I didn’t think anything of it the first time because it happened sometimes, sometimes I just didn’t get it. But never twice in a row. Harry says my name again, growing annoyed and anxious. Now that I thought about it I remembered missing a couple pills the month before the first time I missed, but I hadn’t thought anything of it, I’d done that before and we’d always been fine. We’d always been fine… But now… “I missed my period.” I said softly, “For the second time.” I look up at him from where I’m sitting on the carpet, eyes wide, wondering how he’s going to take this because I myself am unsure how to react and I need his sureness, his comforting tone to assure me it’s okay. “But… but that doesn’t mean anything, yeah? Because you’re on the pill?” I shook my head, “Could mean nothing, but, I… You’re right, I’ve been eating differently, I’ve thrown up a couple times—“ “You threw up and you didn’t tell me? You didn’t think something was up?” “I just thought… I thought I ate some bad chicken or…. Fuck, fuck, I’m so fucking stupid.” “You’re not stupid, love.” He sat down next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “We should go get a pregnancy test, yeah?” When I looked at him though, he was looking at my stomach with a small smile on his face. “What are you smiling about?” “Well, I mean…” He moved so he was kneeling in front of me, pressing his hands to my abdomen, “What if… there’s a little baby in there that’s a bit of both of us? I mean, yeah, being a father now… scares me, but,” He shook his head, “That’s our baby in there, isn’t it?” His eyes started shining and he looked up at me, “And you… you would be a great mum.” “Harry, I’m scared.” “I know.” He takes my face in his hands and kisses me all over, starting at my forehead, to my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, and finally my mouth, “But we’ll do this together. Come on.” He lightly tugs on my hand and I hang on his arm as we walk to the car, wanting to be as close to him as possible, his presence comforting to me. An hour later Harry’s pacing and I’m sitting on the floor with the peed-on stick in my hand. “H, stop that, you’re making me nervous.” “Sorry.” He murmurs and sits next to me. “Are you sure that if… If this is positive, are you sure you’re ready for that?” “I don’t think you’re ever ready for something like this, but I’m willing to jump if you are.” I smiled and leaned in to kiss him, thoughts of cribs and diapers and bottles and starting a family with this man flitted around my brain. The alarm on my phone when off and I jumped away from Harry to look at the test, not even pausing to turn off the alarm. “Well?” Harry asked, the anticipation in his voice was prominent. I started smiling, “I guess we’re jumping.” He immediately enveloped me in his arms, the only sound was the both of us crying and laughing and yelling, Harry kissing me all over my face and then down to my stomach. “Thank you.” He whispered against my stomach and then brought his face up to mine, “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.” I smiled, wiping a tear from his cheek with my thumb, “Me neither.“