10.

The days get better but it seems like now the deities know that I am dating the days are getting shorter instead of longer. Wren and I go on more dates, and it is the best that I have ever felt in a long time. He and Desmond have also hung out as well which was so good. So awesome.

And today, he's spending time with me at the store. He came along with a huge drawing pad and a pack of fancy pencils. Maybe I should get him some. It would be like a gift. He has been cooking and making me so many delicious meals and I wanted to do something sweet for him.

The store was quiet. The occasional loud sound of a customer flipping a page echoed. The store was my pride and joy. Rows and rows of collected, thrift, bought books that were wonderful to the mind and to the eyes.

Wren's fingers were moving rapidly on the page and I dropped the book I was packing up to look at him. He really was so handsome and mine. Hehe. I wonder what he was drawing though. I wonder if he would let me look at it. He always shows me though, so I just have to wait patiently.

I went back to packing up the book order for the complete Harry Potter series, specifically using black wrapping paper because it was a special order. I swing my legs back and forth as I work. My hearing aid was on and partially hidden underneath my hair. It was getting that long but it seemed like Wren liked it. He was always grabbing and tugging whenever we kissed or when I got on my knees for him.

It was also good to use my hearing aid.

I had gone to the otolaryngologist, had a meeting with an audiologist as well and long story short, I was fitted for a new hearing aid and was told to come back in two days. And the best part was that Wren had stayed by my side throughout.

There was a tap on my shoulder and Wren was also saying my name.

"What are you thinking about?" he signed and asked out loud at the same time. It was very cute when he did that. I looked at my husband again. He had run his fingers through his hair so many times, he had on a plain black t-shirt, tucked into black pants. Pointed nose, pink lips. I trailed down, gaze dropping to his black tipped fingers and the way the pencil was resting between them.

"You." I said, grinning widely when I saw the tips of his ears turn red. Since he was sitting right beside me, it was so easy for him to place his hand on my thigh and slowly grip.

"What exactly about me, lovely?" he asked, looking at me with this knowing look in his eyes. He had such a dirty mind.

"I was thinking about how cute you are." I replied, carefully calling out the words.

Wren leaned in more, his smile turning sweeter, like he really liked the fact that I thought he was cute. I licked my lips, watching as his gaze trails the movement and then the air between us is warm and my fingers and toes feel tingly, the butterflies in my tummy waking up.

Suddenly, Wren was being pulled back, Desmond dragging the stool away from me. He walked back over to the front of the counter and narrowed his eyes, his hands on hips as he stared at my husband and I.

Just like Wren does, he signs and talks at the same.

"No kissing or cuddling at work! You're grown ass men, keep it in your pants." he said and I laughed. Wren turns to look at me, his eyes crinkling at the sides of his eyes like he does when he's smiling his biggest smile. It is my best one.

"You can't tell me what to do." Wren replied. I was still getting used to his voice. It sounded really good and I was able to pick it out of any other noise or sound.

"I own this place."

"No, you don't. Bailey does, he just let you buy a small percent of it." Wren said and I giggled, shaking my head at the two of them.

"I still own it!" Desmond said, crossing his arms and glaring at Wren.

It was really fun watching the two of them. They never fail to make me laugh and I really love the fact that they get along this much and even though they would never admit it out loud, they actually like each other.

"Alright, alright! We won't do it anymore." I said, fingers moving gently as I signed at them. Des stared at us through narrow eyes for another couple minutes and then he walked away, rolling his eyes as he went. When Desmond was barely out of sight, Wren got down from his seat and walked over to me, cupping my face in his hands as he closed the distance between us, his lips pressing softly against mine.

It was quick and suddenly, he was pulling away from me.

There was a loud whip sound, I can't really explain it but all of a sudden, Wren lets out a pained sound and steps away from me. There was a copy of a H. P. Lovecraft novel on the floor, behind Wren. And also standing behind Wren was Desmond. He scrunches up his nose and signs, get back to work and then promptly walks away.

I reached up and gently rubbed Wren's back, leaning forward to press a kiss to his neck and cheek. "You okay? Does it still hurt?"

"No. It's fine now. You kissed the pain away." He said and I felt the heat rush up to my cheeks and I smacked his chest playfully. He drags his seat even closer to me and hops on, pulling his drawing pad back to his lap. "Want to see what I have been working on?"

He moves the black drawing pad close enough for me to see and flips it open. It was a brand new one but the first drawing on the page was a black and white sketch of a horse mid jump, it's mane and tail black and it looked so gorgeous and full of life. He had created that with just a charcoal pencil. The next three pages were of beautiful drawings until I flicked over and was staring at a drawing of me.

It took a couple of seconds but then I was cackling so loud.

It was a drawing of me but in the family guy style. It had to be the cutest thing I had ever seen.

"Really this is what you have been working on?" I asked, laughter reduced to chuckles now. I flipped and was on the next page. It was a close up drawing of my hands, perfectly shaded and with so much detail.

Next page was a quick sketch of my side profile, my hair, eyes, lashes, brows, the slope of my nose and my lips. I flipped and kept flipping, it just contained different drawings of me. The last drawing was that of my hand, palm resting on Wren's open one, the size difference, highlighted.

"I was thinking of making that as an actual piece, complete with a pendant. What do you think?" Wren asked. I trailed my finger over the drawing. It looked so beautiful.

"It would be so beautiful." I said, my words coming out a little slowly while I finally look up from the drawing pad.

"It could be our thing."

Wren held his hand out and I slipped my hand in. He raised my hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to it.

"My lovely, lovely boy." he said and I stared at him, my cheeks heating up and a singing sensation behind my eyes. I could read his lips, hear his voice and see the earnest expression on his face like he couldn't be anything but honest whenever he was with me.

I grabbed his hand, and pulled him into the employee's room which was thankfully empty. Immediately the door was locked, I was flipped and pressed against the door as Wren kissed me. The air between us was hot and needy. I wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers pushing into his hair as I kissed back just as vigorously.

Wren's hand slid down my body and cupped my ass, squeezing and grabbing. He was pressed right against me and all I wanted was to feel how hot and hard he was. I could. . . I could hear him. Could hear the sounds he was making. It sounded so incredible.

Soon enough, I was lifted up, my legs wrapped around Wren's waist as we kept on kissing. He was rubbing, grinding against me and there was nothing else I wanted than to come right then and there. It felt needy, the swipe and meet of our tongues, the sounds I was making, the way I was arching more and more into him. I wanted to feel his everything.

We startled apart when there was a . . . knock on the door.

Our lips made a sound as we pulled apart. I wiggled a bit and Wren took a step back until my feet were back on the ground. His hair was every which way, I had managed to grab, squeeze and pull his shirt out of his pants. I pouted as I realized that I could have touched him, felt him.

Wren looked me right in the eyes as he slipped his hands into his pants and adjusted himself, a smirk visible on his face. We were both a panting mess and he still had the time to tease me, grey eyes twinkling as he stared at me.

Another knock comes but we don't even flinch at it. Instead, Wren places his hand on the door, on the space right beside my head and leans in, until we are nose to nose and then he smiles! He winks at me, his arms going around my waist as he pulls me away from the door, his hands slipping underneath the back of my shirt, lone finger trailing down the curve of my back.

"We'll continue this later, lovely." he said. He pulls open the door and he walks out, raising his hands to his hair as he does so. I leaned against the wall and took in deep breaths. I haven't been this touchy, lovey dovey person in my past relationships but Wren brings it out of me. I have never been this needy before. No past feeling compares to the butterflies, the happiness, the tingles, the wanton feelings, the need to always have him close or be close to him. I felt so good, content and ah, I don't know what other words to use to describe this feeling. It's just. . . growing everyday.

When I walked out of the employee's room, I found Des waiting, a smug look on his face and his brow raised. He's beginning to be everywhere and he might see something he shouldn't. Like my ass or Wren's ass. If the latter happens, we would trade blows. Wren was my husband and only I deserve to see what was underneath the clothes, no matter how very impressive it all was.

I looked away from Desmond and rushed over to my seat. I went back to packing up orders while Wren just talked about his designs. He even asked me what he should draw next. He was always so cold to other people but he was an adorable, ridiculously hot and teasing boyfriend with me and he doesn't put up that wall with Desmond as well, which I really liked. It shows that he really likes us. It shows how important we are to him. I mean, I have met his family and I know why his walls are raised but it was still good to see him being a free spirited sarcastic asshole of a husband, in a good way.

The lights flash red and a delivery man walks in holding a ridiculously large bouquet of pink roses. It was so big it literally covered the delivery man's face.

The man gently rests the flowers on the table. "Delivery for Bailey." it didn't sound all that clear to me but I heard my name. I nodded and he handed me a white card and his little machine so I could sign and then he was out the door.

I looked at Wren, who was focused on his artwork, shading, shading, shading. I opened the envelope and pulled out the little note. There, written on a clear white card and in Wren's slanted writing were the words.

"Flowers as lovely as you- W."

My lips part as I stared at the white card. I placed it down and picked up the flowers, pressing my nose gently against them and breathing in their sweet smell. When I looked at Wren he was staring at me, his hand was holding his phone and he was just staring, a light tilt to the side. On his phone, I could see it.

It was a picture of me with my nose pressed against the flowers and my eyes closed. I was so thankful and happy to have him in my life. I place the flowers back on the table before turning to him, grabbing his face and kissing him stupid.

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Aren't they just the cutest?

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