Page 14 of Her Sweetest Desires
“I figured we start our relaxing weekend with some sweets. We’ll be decorating some cookies and cakes today. Like the sip and paints you love so much.”
Billie grabbed my arm, squeezed, and jumped up and down.
“This is nothing but pure goodness. I wish were doing the baking ourselves, but this must have been the compromise since you don’t like baking.”
She giggled and I nodded.
The kitchen was Billie’s domain, and the boardroom was mine. I didn’t mind being in the kitchen while she cooked and baked, but doing any of the work was out of the question. Two people came out holding two canvas boards that held four cookies each.
Since Thanksgiving was coming up, the themed cookies made sense.
“This some corny shit you like.”
“Don’t be a hater, handsome. You’re about to have so much fun!”
I laughed at the voice Billie used and hugged her to me.
“I know I am, but you better know this is about to turn into a competition.” I looked at the host and his two helpers. “I’m the one who paid y’all, so I better win.”
Everyone laughed, but I was serious as hell.
Billie did this shit for a living, so I needed them on my side. As my wife and I decorated our cookies, we talked about life and our goals for our family. Neo Soul played in the background at a low volume. The whole setup was nice, but about twenty minutes into decorating my cookies, . . . I was ready to eat it.
I’d done all this damn planning and hadn’t fed me or my Sweets.
“Don’t look over here, Truce!” Billie moved to the right to hide her canvas from me. “Focus on your own work and get ready to lose.”
“Ain’t nobody trying to copy you. I’m trying to see what the qualifications of our bet are. I’m hungry as fuck and about to be a cookie down, Sweets.”
Billie looked at me and burst into laughter.
“Truce, please leave me alone.” Then she frowned. “I just realized your ass didn’t feed me. You should be ashamed of yourself, husband. Can we order room service, or are they on a time limit?”
“It’s whatever you want it to be. They’re here until we’re done decorating our cookies and the cake.”
That was all Billie needed to hear.
I ordered us all something to eat, and we continued to decorate while we waited for the food. Somehow, Billie ended up in my lap decorating for me. I sat back in my chair and watched her work. I had one hand on her thigh and the other on her stomach. Watching my baby do her thing was some soothing shit.
She shifted in my lap, and I looked up from her hands to her face.
“Did you hear me?” She giggled and pinched the skin between my thumb and pointer finger.
“Nah, Sweets. I won’t even hold you. I was enjoying the music and you on me. What did you say?”
She blushed and licked her lips.
“The food is here.”
I nodded and leaned forward.
Billie slipped off my lap and onto her feet. I kissed the crook of her neck then headed toward the cart that had been dropped off. Billie handed out the food, everyone took a break, then we got back to the rest of our activity.
By the time we were done, the sleep we hadn’t gotten the night before had finally caught up to us.
“We have a dinner reservation, but I’m about to catch some sleep. I set three alarms on my phone and two on yours. Hopefully we don’t sleep through them because I’m trying to get fancy later.”
“I’m with you when you’re right. I had fun, baby, so thank you . . . But I can’t wait to close my eyes. I’m feeling like Tristian and about to cry I’m so damn tired.”
