100 Days With Mr Romero

“There are thousands of wedding planners out there, and the one person you brought in was your ex? You brought your ex to be our wedding planner?”

He said nothing for awhile, watching me quietly. “Have you had dinner?”

I blinked twice. “What? Did you hear anything I just said?”

“I heard everything you said Emily and I asked if you have had dinner?” He walked over to me, his eyes watching over me. I gulped and looked away-this wasn’t the time to be turned on.

“W-what are you doing?” I bit my lips, cursing myself for stuttering in the first place.

“Nothing,” he said. “You don’t want me to touch you right? Well, I wouldn’t, not till you ask me to or till we get married.”

I scoffed. “What makes you think you can touch me even after we are married?”

He gave a smirk. “Surely, a man is allowed to touch his wife, right? Or will you deny me that pleasure?” He raised his hands slowly to my face, I held my breathe as he brought them closer, brushing his fingertips across my cheeks. “You have such smooth skin,” He muttered and almost immediately snatched his hands back.

I took a step back, looking anywhere but at his face. Deep down all I wanted to do was throw this stubbornness away, and just give in to my desires, but I was angry and I wouldn’t. “You didn’t answer me earlier.”

He sighed. “Ciara is really good at what she does, I brought her in before she’s a good friend and I don’t want someone who will inform the whole public about the wedding.”

“But she’s your ex, not like I care, but don’t you care about her feelings? Who brings their ex to plan their wedding?”

“Well, she offered and she has a boyfriend now, so we have moved on from that.” My mind went back to the meeting with Ciara earlier, she didn’t seem like she had moved on from Gideon. “How do you know she’s my ex anyways?” Gideon asked.

“Uh,” I cleared my throat. “It came up while we were conversing.” I looked away from him. “I should go now. My head hurts, I need to get some sleep.”

He nodded his head. “OK.” Before I could utter another word, he had leaned down and swept me off my feet, carrying me in bridal style.

“Gideon.” I called alarmed. “What are you doing? Put me down, I can walk by myself!” I tried to shake myself off, but I was helpless to his strong hold.

“You said you’re tired, I don’t want you falling down the stairs and hurting yourself, or our unborn child.” I was going to protest, but he was right. I was really drowsy and didn’t even have strength to climb the flight of stairs leading up to the room. I kept quiet and relaxed into his hold, leaning my head closer to his chest.

I could feel his heart beating softly, matching each step he took. He walked over to the room I slept, pushing the door open with his shoulders, he walked in, using his legs to close the door behind me.

“You can drop me now,” I said. “I can put myself to bed.”

“Nonsense.” He paid no attention to me, walking over to my bed and laying me down gently. “I’m not going to bite me Emily, well, unless you want me to.”

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He gave a small laugh. “Are you already playing the wife?” He asked as he brought the duvet up my chin.

“I just wanted to make small talk.” I gave a small smile. Watching as he made sure I was tucked in properly.

“There are other things I would really love to do rather than make small talk.” He looked at me. “As for your question, it was the same as usual, nothing new or surprising. I spent most of the day with fee friends at a bar nearby.”

“OK,” I nodded my head weakly. I’ve never felt more comfortable than I did at the moment and there was something about Gideon talking that brought sleep closer. “Keep talking,” I said.

“About what?”

“Your day, childhood, food, anything.” I gave a small yawn, burrowing my head deeper into the pillow with a smile. And he continued, he talked about a man he had met few years back who had walked into the men’s room at a restaurant fully clothed, but came out wearing only panties. Apparently, a lady who he had entered the men’s room with had made him take off all his clothes, and he had done so, in hope for sex, only to have her run off with his clothes as revenge for breaking her friend’s heart months back. Gideon talked about how he had offered the man his coat to at least cover his nakedness.

Later I felt him lay a small kiss on my forehead and mutter, “Sleep well.” with that I finally fell into a deep slumber.

I was surprised when I woke up to find out I wasn’t resting my head on my pillows, but rather Gideon’s chest. “Gideon?” I raised my head up looking down at his sleeping face.

“Mmmmh,” He grumbled rolling away from me and pulling the covers up to his chest. Gideon might be a ‘macho’ man, but that little act was so cute. I didn’t know he had slept on my bed last night, after putting me to bed, I expected he would go back to his room.

I reached for my phone which gave a low beep signaling an incoming message, I was more surprised to see five missed calls from my mother. The text read.

‘If you’re free today, your father will like to meet the young man you wish to marry.’

I choked on my spit as I read the message, my father will like to meet Gideon? I mean, I was expecting it soon, but not almost immediately. How do I tell Gideon this? Would he agree to come with me? If he doesn’t come, do I drug him and carry him over to my parent’s house.

I looked down at my tummy, the budge wasn’t so big that I couldn’t hide it, so that was the least of my concern. “Gideon,” I called his name tapping his shoulders.

“Do you need my help with something?” he asked sleepily.

“No, Gideon my parent wants to meet you.”

“I know, you’ve told me this before.”

“No, I mean like today, my Dad wants to meet you today.”

“OK,” he said rolling over to face me. He smiled, his eyes still closed. “I would love to meet your father also.” He raised his arm up touching my face. “Smile, I can feel the frown on your face.”

“I’m not-I’m just worried. Can you wake up?”

“No.”