June pushes to standing. “That smells so good, but holy shit. Did we need two pizzas?”
“Well, you wanted cheese, and I wanted supreme. We’ll have leftovers.”
“You could have gotten half and half.”
I set it on the kitchen table and turn to meet her gaze, my head cocked and my brows lifted. “Is that so?”
She bites her lip and shakes her head. “No, but I wouldn’t have said anything.”
I chuckle as I grip her chin and kiss her lips. “I have your number, Little one. I bet you would have been panicked if you’d had to pick mushrooms off your side of the pizza. I even told them to be super careful that nothing but cheese was on yours.”
She cringes. “I bet they hate me.”
“I bet they get that a lot. Cheese pizza eaters are plentiful and often serious about their request. They won’t order from a restaurant again if there’s a stray onion on their pizza.”
“True.”
I pull out a chair for her. “Let me grab plates and drinks. You want the same flavored seltzer or something else?”
“Water is fine.”
“Got it. First thing in the morning, I want you to help me place a grocery order, okay?”
“You’re spoiling me…” she reminds me.
“That’s never going to change,” I reiterate.
I grab two plates, knives, forks, and napkins. “Ice or no?”
“No ice.”
How did I suspect that? I’m starting to guess her likes and dislikes.
After I take a seat next to her, I open the boxes. The pizzas are steaming. I slide a slice of cheese onto a plate and proceed to cut it up into bite-sized pieces.
June giggles. “I’m not that helpless. I could lift it with my left hand and manage to get it to my face.”
I smirk. “It’s floppy and hot. You’d burn the roof of your mouth and end up with cheese on the front of you from trying to hold it with one hand. This will be easier.”
“You’ve seen me try to use a fork. It wasn’t elegant.”
I lift her plate, blow on the hot pizza, and then stab a piece and offer it to her. “Lucky for you, you have help.”
She moans around the bite, and dammit, my cock jumps. I want to hear that every day for the rest of my days. I’d prefer to hear it when my mouth is on her pussy, and I wonder if the tone will be different. I will find out eventually. When she’s ready.
“Rachell got you an appointment for tomorrow morning with an ortho.”
“Oh, wow. That was fast.”
“It helps when you know people.”
“Apparently. Thank you. I have insurance. I haven’t had any issues with it being denied anywhere. I should be fine.”
“I’m sure it will be.” Frankly, I don’t give a fuck. If it’s not covered, I’ll pay the bill. I’ll also get her switched over to my insurance as soon as possible. I won’t freak her the fuck out with that information over dinner, though.
My heart is fuller than it’s ever been as I feed my girl bites in between devouring my own slices at three times the rate. She’s a mouse. She doesn’t consume much. But I’m much larger than her and work out regularly, so I can’t expect her to eat as much as I do. I was in my home gym for two hours this morning before she arrived at my office.
She does manage to eat two slices before holding up her hand. “Stuffed. Spoiled again and stuffed.”
