Interruptions pt 2 (Sort of Edited)
Note: Its 1 bloody am and I have school so I’m not editing it. But I hope you enjoy it, shitty spelling mistakes and all 😁
Three pages into the book and Alice was out like a light. I
finished the book anyway, just to make sure. Untangling her little body from
around me, I carefully shuffled off her tiny bed and took off her hearing aids without waking her. I placed them in the box on her bedside table before
slipping out the room.
Shawn was already laying on the bed when I walked into the bedroom, still shirtless with grey sweatpants, eyes closed, although he wasn’t snoring.
“It’s only half nine.” I teased as I pulled my jumper over my head, dropping it on the never-ending mountain of laundry sitting on the chair in the corner of the room. This morning didn’t help the situation; instead of being productive and actually putting his stuff in the wash, Shawn just added all of his dirty tour clothes to pile. Our room now had the lovely sent of various pets, Shawn’s cologne, and sweat.
You get used to it.
“Mhm.” He hummed sleepily without moving an inch. His hands were behind his head, body fully stretched out dead in the centre, leaving a small square of space for Zoey whose head perked up at the sound. I tried not to stare, but come on, who wouldn’t stare at this amazing piece of art that I somehow ended up marrying.
“You’re such an old man.” I laughed when one of his eyes popped open, eye brow raising as if challenging me to say it again.
“At least I don’t make grunting sounds when I try to stand up.”
My mouth dropped at the stupid smirk on his face. That cheeky bastard. Grabbing the first thing I could fine – which just happened to be my bra – and chucked it at his face, only for it to hit him in the chest instead. He chuckled and picked up the piece of underwear, mumbling something about keeping it before shoving it under his pillow.
I - there was no words.
“It was one time. And I was pregnant.” I huffed in my defence as I shimmed out my jeans and socks, leaving me in just my tank top and pants. My arms instinctively wrapped around my stomach, not comfortable with how tight the fabric was. It was stupid, I knew it was. He was my husband! I shouldn’t feel this way in front of him. But that didn’t stop the alarm bells rung in my head, thinking Shawn had noticed something was up, but he didn’t seem to catch on.
His eyes were fully open now, smirk still planted on his face as his eyes searched down my body. He sat up, moving to sit at the end of the bed as he stretched out his hand towards me. I knew from that funny look in his eyes that I shouldn’t have trusted him, because as soon as I reached for his hand, he tugged me a bit too harshly onto the bed.