My Teddy

53

Brooklyn

"You can put me down now."
I giggle, resting my head on Teddy's chest.

He insisted on carrying me around.

"You can't even get out of bed without hurting yourself."
He had said.

"Baby, come on. Just flash me. Your boy needs to see the goodies."
He complains, holding me tightly.

I just laugh.

He's clearly horny and drunk?

Is he drunk?

He keeps on begging me to take off my bra.

Joking, I hope.

Hell, I wouldn't know why he even would want to see my boobs.

They aren't even that big.

He stops suddenly.

"I want to show my special baby something."
He says seriously.

Quietly.

"A present?"

I cant help but feel giddy immediately.

I love presents.

Especially from Teddy.

He knows me so well.

"Well kind of. Somewhat."
He grumbles, slowly setting me down.

"Why serious all of a sudden? Suddenly somber?"
I tease, rubbing his arms.

He rolls his eyes.

"I was never drunk, Brook. Just because I asked to see your tits doesn't mean I'm drunk. It just means I'm horny."
He corrects me.

I cross my eyes at him.

"I kind of decided something. And I should have asked you about it beforehand but I cant help but want to give you the whole world."
He says, grabbing both of my hands and wrapping them around his stomach.

I smile adoringly up at him.

He's so fucking sweet.

My Teddy.

"I love when you tell me stuff like that."
I mutter, biting my lip.

He winks.

"We can make out later princess. Follow me."
He says, smirking amusedly.

"Seems like my horniness is contagious."
He adds under his breath.

I scoff, following him towards the stairs.

"Just because I want a kiss doesn't mean I'm horny."
I grumble.

He turns and wiggles his eyebrows.

"Don't worry, B. We're the only people here. You can be freaky all you want. I know you secretly are."

I scowl.

He loves getting on my nerves.😑

"I'm leaving."
I threaten, my cheeks heating up.

He stops and stares at me for a long time.

"Nostalgia."
He mutters as a excuse.

I put both of my hands on his shoulders.

"It wouldn't be this way if you had on some clothes. Your ass is really distracting."
He continues.

I roll my eyes.

He starts walking again.

"I think the house looks perfect, baby. You did all of this by yourself?"
I ask conversationally.