I've been having a crappy couple of days. Got any cute Kristanna fluff to lighten my mood?
I’m so sorry, nonnie! How about some pregnancy fluff?
The loud crash woke Kristoff from a sound sleep, and for one disoriented moment he thought the world had ended. When he finally got his wits about him, he sighed as he realized Anna wasn’t in bed. He got out of bed and walked towards the source of the noise.
Anna was in the kitchen, perched precariously on a chair as she tried to reach for something on the top shelf. Kristoff panicked.
“Anna what the hell are you doing!” he ran over and picked her up off the chair, setting her lightly down on the floor.
“Oh Kristoff! I’m so glad you’re awake!” she patted him on the shoulder, and as Kristoff finally looked at her he saw that she was quite a mess. Melted chocolate dotted her chin and cheeks, peanut butter was smeared on her right arm and part of the front of her night shirt. “Could you get the maraschino cherries on the top shelf up there?”
Kristoff reached up, grabbed the bottle in question and gave it to her. “Don’t we have an open bottle in the fridge?” he asked, eyebrow raising as she opened the bottle and started grabbing at the little cherries with her fingers.
“We did, but I finished it.” she popped a handful of them into her mouth.
“I see.” Kristoff’s eyes grew wide as she was in the process of polishing off the entire bottle as they stood there. “Were you trying to recreate a peanut butter cup?” he asked, gesturing to the mess on her face and clothing.
“Mmhm,” she attempted to answer with a mouthful of cherries, “but the real kind would be wonderful right about now.” she hinted, with lashes fluttering.
Kristoff rolled his eyes and chuckled, as he grabbed his coat and walked towards the front door.
When he returned, thankful for twenty-four hour drugstores, he found her lying on the sofa, snoring peacefully. He couldn’t help but smile, as he walked over and slipped his arms under her, carrying her back to their bed. She stirred in his arms.
“Let’s get you back to bed, princess.” he smiled at her.
“Mmm, thank you. This baby will be the death of me.” she groaned.
“You will be the death of you. No more climbing on furniture when you’re nine months pregnant please.”
“Yes sir.” she mock-saluted as he lay her gently down on the bed. “You’re so good to me.” she brought his face to hers and kissed him softly before turning to her side. Kristoff smiled, pulled the blanket over her and settled in.
After a moment, in a voice already laced with sleep, Anna asked “Did you get the peanut butter cups?”
“Yes. You want me to go get them, don’t you?”
She reached back and patted him on the leg.
“You’re so good to me.”