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You ever have a moment where you feel all is right with the world? A moment where you forget about the past and don’t worry about the future? A moment that you can just be present and at peace because in this one moment you are… happy?
For me, this is that moment. Here is good, very, very good. My smile grows in contentment as I look down at the sleeping form of Cat Fischer, my now fiancé. Her head is on my chest; I feel her breath caress my skin. Her arm is lazily resting across my midsection, while her leg is casually thrown over mine. She has me cuddled up like her favorite stuffed bear.
I don’t know how I got this lucky to have this beautiful, smart and sexy woman by my side however right now I’m just grateful that she is. I stroke her hair and kiss the top of her head and she nuzzles against me, stirring only slightly and I chuckle.
She doesn’t want to move and honestly neither do I but another day beckons.
“Cat? Caaaat?”… Nothing. She is not budging. She just snuggles in a little more and I wrap my arms around her and feel her smile against my chest.
“You’re not fooling anyone. You know that don’t you?”
“I don’t want to get up. I want to stay here, right here with you,” she whines. “Can’t we just forget the rest of the world exists for a little while?”
My mouth turns up at the corner and I shake my head at her. “The problem with that Cat is I really have no will power to fight you but you unlike me have a grade point average you need to keep up.”
“Uhhhh!” she groans and rolls over onto her back and contemplates the ceiling. “Sometimes life is so unfair.”
I roll to my side and kiss her cheek. “Why don’t I make breakfast this morning? So you can take your time getting ready.”
She turns her head and looks at me, she still looks tired and I know I’m partially to blame and it’s hard not to feel guilty although she’s told me a million times that she doesn’t care but I think something needs to change.
“Okay,” she concedes. I kiss her again and then her belly and she laughs at me as she runs her fingers through my hair.
“Good morning little one,” I whisper against her skin, before hopping out of bed.
Her eyes don’t leave me as I move about the room and get dressed. I don’t know how she does it but she can turn me on with just a look. I let out a slow sigh. “Cat you keep looking at me like that and you’re going to miss ALL your morning classes.”
Cat giggles. “Then you need to work on looking less attractive because you are far too distracting. Eat some donuts or something, will you? It’s not fair I’m the only one gaining weight.”
I mess up my hair and half un-tuck my shirt … “This better.”
“No, now you just look like you usually do right after I kiss you.”
I laugh hard at this because she’s right. I probably do because she loves to play with my hair when she kisses me and un-tucks my shirt so she can touch my skin because she knows it drives me crazy. I fix my clothes and finger comb my hair.
“Fine. I’m just going to leave the room so you have no more excuses to stay in bed.”
She lets out a long audible sigh. “If you must.” She finally gets out of bed I go to walk past her and she quickly grabs hold of my wrist and pulls me towards her.
She grabs my face and starts to kiss me and I melt as she runs her fingers through my hair and when she starts to un-tuck my shirt I gently push her hands away.
“Cat,” I chuckle. “We are not going to make it if you keep this up.”
She sighs and shrugs, laughing as I now look exactly like I did before. “Fine,” she says with a wave of her hand. “Off with you,” but then she stretches in front of me purposely arching her back, knowing the movement shows off her chest.
I grab ahold of her and she squeals. “You are an evil woman.” I let my lips glide over hers and down her neck until I feel her shiver and she becomes putty in my hands. I pick her up and carry her over to the bathroom. I deposit her gently in the room, blow her a kiss and shut the door.
“No FAIR!” I hear her yell at me.
“Desperate times and all of that,” I yell back and I hear her giggle.
I can’t stop smiling as I make us a delicious breakfast of cheese omelets, bacon, and coffee, decaf of course for her. I sprung for one of those coffee pod coffee makers so we could make it by the cup. I half thought of showing support by switching to decaf myself for like a half a second and then thought it easier to spend a hundred bucks for the coffee maker.
She comes out wearing a cute spring dress, with capped sleeves, that flares out right above her knees. Just the slightest bump shows when she sits down, discernible to me but I doubt anyone else would ever notice she is pregnant.
I hand her the half and half for her coffee. “We got the ultrasound today don’t forget.”
“That’s right and more blood tests, yay!”
It was hard to miss the sarcasm in her voice.
“This should be a cakewalk for you. You know how many times we’ve done this so far.”
“This is true, but I’m getting a little anxious. I just want this little one to get here you know and I’ve only made it past my first trimester.
I grab her hand and smile. “I know. Me too.”
She looks hesitant for a moment and I wonder what’s up. She’s been doing this a lot lately like there are things she wants to say but keeps putting it off for some reason.