“And syrup?”
“Mhmm,” I nod, watching as the sleep leaves her body when she sits up. My eyes follow her ass jiggling when she jumps out of bed, and I can’t help but rub a hand over my mouth, pinching my skin slightly. So fucking lucky.
“Fine,” she says with a sigh, pulling on my t-shirt. My body tingles as I watch it hang loosely on her. Fuck, I love seeing her in my clothes.
“I knew that would get you up,” I tease with a smirk as I join her.
Gabi shakes her head. “I’m not even mad,” she says, opening our bedroom door. “Because I know I’m about to devour those…” Her brow furrows as she spots the empty kitchen table. “Where are the pancakes?”
I press my lips together. “I sort of haven’t made them yet.”
“What?” Her eyes widen as she whirls to face me. “But you said—”
“I said maybe,” I reply with a smirk. “You just assumed.”
She glares at me, arms crossed. “I want a divorce.”
I blink, chuckling. “We’re not even married.”
Yet.
Gabi shrugs. “Might as well be.”
I smile. God, I love this girl.
I chuckle, pulling her close and planting a kiss on her lips. “Get dressed, baby. They’ll be here soon, and I don’t want them seeing you like this,” I say, glancing down at her wearing only my oversized t-shirt.
“You’ll make pancakes?” she asks, her eyes hopeful as she gazes up at me.
I nod. “I promise.”
Her shoulders slump in relief, and she heads back into our bedroom. As she closes the door, I catch a fleeting glimpse of her stripping my t-shirt off her gorgeous body.
I groan, tempted to join her and recreate last night. But I promised her pancakes, and if I don’t start making them soon, she’ll get grumpy.
Grabbing a bowl and the ingredients, I begin mixing the batter just as the doorbell rings.
“What? Already?” Gabi groans. “I’m not dressed yet.”
I chuckle. “Take your time, baby. I’ll open the door.”
Quickly washing my hands, I head to the door. Before I can even reach it, Nova bursts into the apartment, her little arms wrapping around my legs. She’s so tiny, not even reaching my knees, and I laugh as I kneel down to her level.
“Uncle Chris!” Nova says, her words a bit broken and excited. “Daddy said Aunt Gabi play with me.”
I glance up at Aiden, catching his smirk as he swings an arm around Leila and lets out a laugh. “What?” he says with a shrug. “Nova loves her.”
I shake my head, letting out a laugh. Yeah, Nova goes crazy for Gabi.
“Aunt Gabi is getting dressed,” I tell Nova. “But you can go play with Milo while you wait.”
“Really?” Nova asks eagerly, looking up at me with those big green eyes and flushed pink cheeks that make her look like a carbon copy of her mother.
“Really,” I confirm with a smile, setting her down.
“Milo!” she squeals and runs toward our dog, wrapping her arms around him.
“God, she’s getting so big,” I say, watching Nova play with Milo, a smile tugging at my lips.
