Baby Fever & Sweet Torture
Adrian had never driven home this fast in his life.
Celeste, curled up in the passenger seat, glanced at him with narrowed eyes. "You're going to get us killed."
Adrian smirked, one hand gripping the wheel, the other resting possessively on her thigh. "If I die, at least I'll die happy."
Celeste groaned, throwing her head back against the seat. "I should've never agreed to this."
Adrian turned his head to look at her, his smirk deepening. "Too late, sweetheart. No take-backs."
Celeste huffed, crossing her arms. "I said I wanted a baby, not to be dragged home at the speed of light."
Adrian chuckled, squeezing her thigh. "We don't have time to waste. I told you, I want twins."
Celeste shot him a glare. "That's not how it works, Adrian."
Adrian feigned innocence. "Oh? Then I guess we'll just have to keep trying until it does."
Celeste's face burned. "You're insufferable."
Adrian grinned. "You love it."
She muttered something under her breath, but he caught the way her lips twitched like she was fighting a smile.
When they finally reached the house, Adrian wasted no time. The moment Celeste stepped out of the car, he swept her off her feet, carrying her bridal-style toward the entrance.
"Adrian! Put me down!" she squeaked, smacking his shoulder.
"Nope."
"People can see us!"
"Let them." He kicked the door open, stepping inside without a care in the world.
Celeste sighed in defeat. "You're impossible."
Adrian grinned. "And you married me anyway."
Before she could argue, he captured her lips in a slow, toe-curling kiss that made her forget why she was protesting in the first place.
Celeste melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck. Adrian took his time, deepening the kiss, his hands roaming her body like he was mapping out every inch of her.
Just as things were getting intense, Adrian's phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand.
He groaned in frustration, ignoring it as he trailed kisses down Celeste's neck.
But it buzzed again. And again.
Celeste, breathless, mumbled, "Maybe you should—"
"No," Adrian grumbled, refusing to stop.
Then it rang.
Celeste peeked at the caller ID and gasped. "It's your mom!"
Adrian let out a dramatic sigh, reached for the phone, and answered it—without moving away from Celeste.
"Mom," he said casually, lips still brushing against Celeste's jaw. "We're making your granddaughter."
Celeste gasped, smacking his chest in horror. "ADRIAN!"
On the other end, there was a brief silence. Then—
"Oh my goodness!" his mother squealed. "Finally! Do you know how long I've been waiting for this?"
Celeste groaned, covering her face with both hands. "I can't believe you just said that to your mother!"
Adrian grinned, thoroughly enjoying himself. "What? It's true."
Then, another voice came through the speaker.
"Son, you both take your time," his father's deep, amused voice added.
Celeste wanted to disappear.
Adrian, meanwhile, looked way too pleased with himself. "Thanks, Dad. We'll be 'thorough'."
Celeste kicked him. "ADRIAN!"
His mother was still squealing, his father was laughing, and Adrian looked like he was having the best time of his life.
Celeste snatched the phone from his hand. "We'll talk later, Mom! Goodbye!" she rushed before hanging up.
Adrian chuckled, pulling her back into his arms. "Where were we?"
Celeste glared at him. "I hate you."
Adrian smirked. "No, you don't."
And before she could protest, he kissed her again, making her forget all about the embarrassing phone call.
——
Adrian had just tossed his phone onto the nightstand when Celeste smacked his arm—hard.
"Are you insane?!" she whisper-yelled, her face burning with mortification.
Adrian, completely unfazed, smirked down at her. "What? I just thought Mom should know her wish is coming true."
"You literally told her—" Celeste groaned, covering her face with both hands. "I will never be able to look your parents in the eye again."
Adrian laughed, prying her hands away. "Oh, come on, sweetheart. They love you."
"That's not the point!"
Before Adrian could tease her more, his phone buzzed again.
Celeste groaned. "Your mom thinks I'm already pregnant!"
Adrian smirked. "Well, technically, we're working on it."
Celeste threw a pillow at his face. "STOP SAYING THAT!"
Adrian caught it effortlessly, looking too smug for his own good. "What? I'm just stating facts."
Before Celeste could lunge at him, his phone buzzed again.
But this time, it wasn't his mom.
It was his dad.
Adrian raised an eyebrow and put it on speaker.
"Son," his dad's voice came through, serious but amused. "I have one very important question."
Adrian smirked. "Yes?"
There was a pause.
Then—
"Are you aiming for just one baby, or are we going for a full basketball team?"
Celeste let out a strangled noise while Adrian burst into laughter.
"Dad, that's a great idea! I was actually thinking of twins, but now that you mention it—"
Celeste kicked him under the sheets. "STOP ENCOURAGING HIM!"
His dad continued, completely ignoring Celeste's protest. "Good, good. Your mother and I have been waiting for grandkids for years. If you need any tips—"
"NOPE!" Celeste shouted, grabbing the phone and ending the call in record time.
Adrian collapsed onto the bed, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.
Celeste, meanwhile, was ready to dig a hole and bury herself in it.
"This is your fault," she grumbled, burying her face in a pillow.
Adrian, still chuckling, pulled her into his arms. "It's a good thing, sweetheart."
Celeste peeked up at him, pouting. "I really hate you."
Adrian grinned, brushing his lips against hers. "I love you too."
And just like that, she forgot why she was mad in the first place.