18.

Wren

I held on to the headboard as hard as I could, letting out a loud moan when Bailey drags his tongue up my hole. I was on my back, with my legs spread. Bailey had one lubed hand around my cock, the other pushing my right thigh, giving him more room as he ate me out.

Fuck, he was good with his tongue.

I shivered as he slipped his hand underneath my ass and gripped my ass, spreading it even more before thrusting his tongue in. It felt unbelievably good and fuck, why hadn't he asked to do this sooner.

I pushed my hand into Bailey's hair, gripping onto it tightly, making sure not to pull on his hearing aid as  he began to move both his hand and his tongue. He had been teasing me for so long and he was enjoying this just as much as I was and that made this so much sexier.

I moaned out his name and he pulled off me, pressing a soft kiss to my rim before sinking his teeth into the meat of my ass and that was all it took for me to come with a loud groan. I was panting and my legs were shaking but fuck, that was so good.

Bailey crawls up the bed and falls beside me on the bed, taking deep breaths.

"Been dying to to do that."  Bailey said, turning a bit to the side to grin at me.

It took us a while but we eventually got up and made our way to the bathroom. I rinsed with mouthwash while Bailey brushed.

"Bath or shower?" I asked, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Shower. I want to cuddle with you." Bailey said and I smiled.

We had an event to go to later tonight. I am meant to be showing off new jewelry pieces at this event. Speaking of jewellery, there was something I had to give to Bailey later. I hopped into the shower first, and Bailey joined me. We took our sweet time cleaning each other up, laughing and trading kisses.

Bailey pulled on one of my blue sweatshirts and also found matching boxers, the little cutie. I got dressed in black sweats and a large black shirt. We both remade the bed and then fluffed the pillow. I loved being so domestic with him, like I was making a home with him. Which was something I had been meaning to ask him.

While Bailey went to the sitting room, I stopped by the kitchen to get some snacks because Bailey would become peckish in a few minutes. I grabbed a bag of doritos, popcorn in bags, two bottle waters and one can of Arizona drink with a straw because sometimes Bailey likes drinking when he's lying down. Despite how many times I've told him not to.

"Babe, there's a new season of Russian Doll. " Bailey said as I walked in, setting the food on the table.

"Then that's what we're going to watch." I replied as I slipped onto the couch. I lay down first and Bailey tucks himself into my side. He pressed a kiss to my chest and I ran my fingers through his hair.

"We should do that again, soon."

"Do what, honey?" I asked.

"Eating you out." Bailey said and I chuckled. I tapped my chest, folding my fingers and jutting out my thumb, before tapping Bailey's wrist, since my other hand was busy.

"Any time." I had signed.

Bailey could ask me for anything and I would give him, my body, my soul, my money, all that I have and am. Just like I thought, a few minutes in, Bailey asked for the doritos. I chuckled as I passed it to him and in no time, all the snacks I had brought out were gone and so was the drink.

Bailey ends up falling asleep after but he wakes up when the bell goes off, the lights flashing red. The stylists  were here. I pressed a kiss to Bailey's forehead, smiling as he stretched out on me before sitting up.

Once I welcomed them in, it was a flurry of activities but within an hour, they were gone. They had given me a fresh cut, trimming my hair and styling it off my face with a clean fade at the sides. Bailey was the first to get dressed and I watched him climb the stairs, my eyes  on his ass.

Oh, yeah.

I quickly made my way into my study and grabbed the box. I waited for Bailey at the bottom of the stairs, replying to some emails as I waited, ignoring the texts from my siblings. It seemed like they got new phone numbers. The little snakes.

When I heard the bedroom door close, I looked up, waiting for my angel. And what an angel he was. Bailey's hair were in loose curls that touched his shoulders, he had on a white chiffon top with flared lace sleeves. He had on white wide legged pants that were cinched at the waist. He looked delectable.

"Bailey. . ." I said, eyes still on him as he made his way down the stairs. I held a hand out to him and smiled softly when he slipped his hand onto  mine. He looked like a dream. "You look so beautiful."

"Thank you." he said, his cheeks flushing red. He noticed the box in my hand and looked up at me. Not knowing how to say it, I just pulled it open and watched as Bailey's face lit up in surprise.

"I made you a little something."

I had made him a white gold necklace with a little flower pendant. It was a sleek simple design but it was one of the first designs I had made for Bailey. I had decided to give it to him one by one. Everyday, if I could. Just to see the look on his face.

"It's so pretty. . ." Bailey signed, his hands moving swiftly as he does but I understood every movement.

"Want me to put it on for you?"

"Please. . ."  Bailey signed. I walked over, standing behind him as I slipped on the necklace. Bailey reached up to touch the necklace. It was such a beautiful piece on his neck and he made the jewelry look really good.

A gorgeous piece for my gorgeous man.

Bailey turns around, wrapping his arms around my neck as he leans up and kisses me softly. It's just a soft press of lips but it felt really good. I settled my hands on his hips as I kissed back, keeping it light and soft, loving the feel of him in my arms and against me. .

We pulled apart after a couple minutes and he smiled up at me, his eyes twinkling in this light. Twinkling with his happiness.

"Thank you." he said, his voice low.

Bailey has been getting better at speaking. He spoke more when we were home or if we were with Desmond and often times during lunch with dad but he just signs to others, types them on his phone or lets me interpret. He was really good at talking and yes, he had a little accent and that made him sound really adorable. Fuck, everyone who thinks otherwise.

"Anything for you." I told him, reaching up to cup his face and bend his head down a little, pressing my lips to his forehead in a soft kiss.

I took several pictures of Bailey, my favourite being a picture of him mid-laugh, his fingers resting on the necklace. I immediately made it my wallpaper. I should probably print these out. Oh, I could make custom jewelry pieces for the frame or even as the frame.

As much as I would love to spend more time playing around with Bailey, I had to get ready, so we could leave. The earlier we get to the event, the earlier we could leave. I quickly dressed up, slipping into a dark tuxedo and a black button up shirt and a matching tie. The handkerchief in my breast pocket matched the sleeves of Bailey's shirt.

Before leaving, Bailey popped his phone against the vases, set his camera to the timer and took so many pictures of us. He was so excited, it was very adorable to watch. I got so lost in focusing on Bailey that I didn't even notice when we had gotten to the gallery where the event was being held. But I did have the common sense to get down from the car first and hurry to the other side, pulling Bailey's car door open.

I held my hand out to him, grinning as he gently placed his on it.

When I was little, I remember watching that awful Cinderella cartoon but I never forgot that scene. . . where prince charming knew Cinderella was the one, just by her placing her hand in his. It was the same with Bailey. I think that subconsciously I had been hoping for something like that to happen to me since I saw that awful cartoon and I had felt it the very first time I got to hold Bailey's hands.

And I feel it every time I hold his hand.

He was my one.

He was The One.

We haven't even moved in together and I was already thinking of getting married to him. I wondered what he would say if I just got on my knees and asked him. Fuck, what if he says yes? What if he was feeling it too?

Think other thoughts, Wren!

I held onto Bailey's hand as we walked up the stairs, ignoring the lights from the paparazzi outside. I had already told Bailey how this event was going to go. It was exclusive but the guest list was going to attract attention and paparazzi and he, Bailey, had said he was fine with it.

He had warned me that he might switch off the hearing aid if it got too much and I silently promised not to stray far from him. Not like I was ever going to leave his side now. I wanted to actually marry him. This goes beyond just calling him my boyfriend. I was going to put a ring on it. On his finger.

The event goes smoothly. I watched Bailey mingle in the crowd, giving him space to meet and talk to new people. I watched his face light up when an elderly woman signed back at him. She slips her hand around his elbow and he leads her towards one of the display cases where my jewelry was. For this event, I had given the gallery three beautiful pieces to showcase. One tiara with intricate designs and red and green stoning so tiny, they looked like they were sprinkled on.  The other was a sword that took months of work and the last being a diamond encrusted rose.

The rose was Bailey's favourite and I had half the mind to recall it back from the gallery so I could give it to Bailey. It took a while and I spoke to a number of people who complimented me for the work shown but then the music starts up, harps, violin, piano harmonizing so beautifully. I walked over to where Bailey was, still with the elderly woman, signing away. When he sees me his face lights up. He introduces  me to the woman and after small talk, I ask if we could be excused.

"Can I have this dance?" I signed and Bailey nodded, body shaking as he giggled, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. With my hands on his waist and his arms around my neck, we began to dance. It was so much fun dancing slowly with Bailey and once the music began to swell, I took his hand in mine, loving how loudly he laughed as I spun around.

Other people were dancing but I had eyes for no one but Bailey.

Light of my life.

Love of my life.

We continued to dance and I spun him around, wanting to hear that joyful laugh over and over again. We danced until Bailey was a giggling mess with red cheeks and a small red coloring on his nose. Fuck, yeah, I am definitely never going to let him go.

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