Which One…
7. …Acts like a baby when they’re sick
“You’d think you were dying,” I said with an eye-roll.
“Maybe I am,” Drake complained, “I feel awful.” He shoved the pillow over his face.
“I can’t believe that you react worse to a cold than you did to being shot.”
20. …Gets terrible road rage
I let out a string of curses in Italian as a driver cut me off.
“What language is she speaking?” Maxwell asked from the backseat.
I ignored him, my attention focused on the road and the annoying driver. I sped up a bit.
“Amelia, slow down this isn’t a competition,” Drake told me.
“He cut me off!”
“People do that,” Drake said with a sigh. “I think I’m starting to understand why you never drove before.”
“I think we should go back to that,” Maxwell piped up once more, “Amelia not driving sounds really good about now.”
“Shut up Maxwell!”
33. …Remembers that thing that happened 2 years, 7 months, and 24 days ago and WILL hold it against you
“I’m not letting you drive. The last time you drove my car, I had to replace my front bumper.”
“That was two years ago,” I protested, “I’ve driven since then.” Kind of, around the estate roads. For some reason, no one ever wanted to let me drive.
“The answer is no, Grant.”
“I’m your wife, aren’t we supposed to share everything?”
“Still no.”
Domesticity Asks
12. favorite non-sexual activity?
“I’m glad we were able to get away,” I commented as Drake and I finished setting up the campsite.
He looked up from double checking the tent to smile at me. “Me too, Grant.”
“Walker,” I corrected with a smirk. “You keep forgetting.”
“I could never forget,” Drake told me, standing up and wrapping his arms around me.
“Prove it?”
“Baby, I’ll spend the whole weekend proving it to you,” Drake growled, lifting me up off my feet and into the tent.
13. favorite sexual activity?
“How long do we have until someone notices we’re missing?” Drake asked against my neck, his body pinning mine to the wall. We’d ducked out of the ball and found the first empty room and locked the door behind us.
“No idea,” I said breathlessly, tugging at his belt, “long enough.”
“It’s never long enough,” Drake corrected, as he reached under my dress. His eyes widened when he encountered no barrier and then he smirked. “Someone was prepared.”
I grinned, pulling him closer to me. “I always am,” I murmured before our mouths met in another passionate kiss.
15. what habits of the other drives them crazy?
“You know we have a dresser?” Drake pointed out sarcastically. “And the clothes go in it.”
“I put them away,” I said defensively. “Sometimes.”
“No, at Valtoria the staff does it and here, I do it,” Drake corrected, “you just pull clean clothes out of the laundry basket until you run out.”
I shrugged, “it’s a system. Maybe not a conventional one, but it works.”
Drake just sighed and started putting the laundry away.
17. most trivial thing they fight over?
“You are not putting him on that beast!” I shrieked.
Drake rolled his eyes, “Grant, it’s a horse, not a dragon. Jackson will be fine.”
I looked at the animal in question. “It’s a beast and you are not putting my baby on its back.”
“He’s two,” Drake argued, “big enough to learn and I’ll be right there. We don’t want him to inherit your irrational fear.”
I put my hands on hips and narrowed at him. “Irrational? Who are you calling irrational?”
“If it scares you, go back inside,” Drake said, dodging the question, “then you don’t have to watch.”
“Fine! But if anything happens to my baby, then I’m feeding you to the horse!” I yelled as I stomped back in the house, wondering how much of my irritation was valid and how much of it was hormones and then decided that I didn’t care. I was pregnant and my stupid husband was putting my baby on the back of a dangerous animal, I was allowed to be irrational and I was also tempted to dump all his whiskey in the sink for that comment.
23. who steals the blankets?
“Where are you going?” I asked with a yawn as Drake got out of bed.
“To get another blanket,” he told me with a sigh, looking at the one that was wrapped around me. “It’s going to be a cold night and you have a death grip on that one.”
“I can share,” I offered as I watched him grab the spare blanket from the chest.
“You always say that, but you never actually do.”
