Wren

I groan in frustration as a twinge of pain goes through my leg. It's nearly healed, but the incision still stings occasionally which makes moving and bathing difficult and sometimes painful.

Which means Huxley doesn't think I'm ready to be fucked.

Damn him.

"You alright baby girl?" He asks, poking his head into the bathroom door.

"I'd be a lot better if your dick were inside me." I quip back. He lets out a little growl and gives me a firm glare.

"You know damn well when I take you it's gonna be a fucking marathon. You need to be fully healed, baby." He says and I roll my eyes at him.

"Promises, promises..." I coo and he grunts in response.

"Keep giving me sass I'll add a few spankings too." He says and my breath catches in my throat, my body heating at his words. He quirks a curious brow at me before a wide grin splashes across his face.

"Maybe my dirty little angel would like that?" He asks and I shrug, trying to hide the blush on my face. He chuckles at my reaction before handing me a towel. "Get dressed, little bird. I have a suprise." He says, making my curiousity peak.

"What is it?" I ask excitedly.

"If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise." He says and I huff at him, making him chuckle again before he leaves and closes the door behind him.

My body is still buzzing from our exchange when I dress and meet him in the living room. He wraps my coat around me, zipping it for me and tugging it tighter to keep me warm. I roll my eyes a little at him, but the genuine care he's showing me has me melting for him all over again.

"Come on, little bird. Time to fly." He says jokingly, gripping my hand and leading me to the car. He opens the door for me and I slide in, watching his large form walk to the other side of the car. I watch the sway of his hips, the way his shoulders stand tall and proud. The fact that this man is mine hits me firmly in the chest and I feel my heart swell with joy. He settles into the driver seat and his eyes glance over at me before focusing on me more firmly.

"You alright?" He asks, looking over my face worriedly.

"Yes." I say, nodding and giving him a shy smile.

"You sure?" He asks, still watching me.

"Yeah. I just love you." I say and I watch as his whole body goes still before his face curves into a breathtaking smile.

"I love you too, my little bird." He murmurs before leaning over to peck my lips with his.

"You sure?" I ask cheekily when he pulls away. This earns me a loud chuckle before he nods and looks back at me with twinkling eyes.

"Yes, baby girl. I'm positive." He says and I can't help but giggle a little.

He reaches over and holds my hand as he starts to drive. The warmth of his hand permeating my skin makes goosebumps pebble across my arms. I focus on the feeling for awhile until I look around and realize I don't recognize our sorroundings.

"Where are we going, love?" I ask and his eyes pop over to me before back to the road.

"It's a suprise." He says with a teasing grin that has me groaning in frustration.

"Just tell me!" I shout, clearly exasperated. That does nothing but please him more.

"Just sit quietly and enjoy the ride, sweet girl." He murmurs, pressing the back of my hand against his lips before settling our folded hands in my lap.

I do as he says, even though I'm annoyed about it, and sit quietly, watching the scenery pass by. He rubs his thumb over the back of my hand occasionally and I allow my mind to wander, thinking things I haven't thought in a long time. Huxley on Christmas morning, opening presents in our living room. Maybe a couple of kids running around. The thought has my heart stammering in my chest. After my loss, I thought I'd never want to risk that again. To my open my heart to another tiny human with the chance that it could end in tragedy again. But Huxley has openened my mind again to the possibilities.

I'm pulled from these thoughts by the car pulling to a stop. I focus in on my sorroundings, looking at an office building. I look up at Huxley curiously, but he just smiles before getting out of the car and rounding to my side to open my door for me. He helps me out and I lean into him, partly because my leg hurts and partly because it's cold and Hux is so warm. He must feel my shiver because he tightens his arm around me as he tugs me towards the door of the building. We walk up to a receptionist that eyes Huxley much too long for my liking. I shoot her a glare just as Huxley speaks.

"We have a meeting with Mr. Pratchett." He says and the young blonde nods before lifting her phone. She says a few words as I continue to stare at her hard enough to hope she starts on fire before she speaks.

"He's in the third office to the left." She says, pointing down a hallway. Huxley doesn't respond, pulling me with him.

"You looked about ready to launch yourself over that desk at her." He murmurs in my ear, a smile obvious in his tone.

"She was looking at what's mine." I snarl back, surprised by my own intensity. Huxley lets out a pleased sound before looking down at me.

"It's sexy when you're possessive." He muses and I huff at him.

"I'm not possessive." I shoot back stubornly but that just makes Huxley laugh louder.

"Sure, babygirl. Whatever you say." He says teasingly and I don't get a chance to respond before he knocks on the door and we're instructed to enter.

We walk into the office and there is an older gentleman sitting behind a large, wooden desk. His head pops up and he swipes the glasses off of his face before standing and shaking both of our hands.

"Mr. Daws. Nice to officially meet you." He says as Hux helps me to sit in a large, dark green armchair.

"You as well, Mr. Pratchett. Do you have the designs we discussed?" Huxley asks, earning a confused look from me.

"Yes, sir." Mr. Pratchett says, pulling out three long, cardboard tubes.

He slips a large sheet of paper out of the first one and spreads it across the table. I look over it for a moment, my eyes fleeting quickly across every square inch. When the realization settles over me, I intake a sharp breath and blink quickly, trying to dissipate the tears pricking my eyes.

"Hux..." I murmur, looking up at him.

"I wanted to tell you, but I didn't think you'd come. This one is if you wanted to rebuild the diner, exactly as it was." He says quietly, pointing out the kitchen, stock room, my office. I nod, unable to form words as Mr. Pratchett unravels another tube of paper.

"This one was if you wanted a more modern design, a more logical use of space, better flow and usable space to maximize profits." He explains, pointing out some subtle changes to seating. The kitchen looks a little smaller in this one, but the storage looks more useful so it makes up for the lack of space.

"What's that one?" I ask, swiping away a tear as I point to the third tube.

"A bowling alley." Hux says, his tone clearly displaying he's not interested in that option. A jarbled mix of a laugh and a sob slip past my lips. I descend into a fit of giggles, triggering Huxley to start laughing as well. It takes awhile for me to compose myself, and I look over the plans again.

"I don't know, Hux. This is such a huge project." I say, sighing defeatedly. Huxley grips my hand, squeezing gently, causing me to look up at him.

"Well, then it's a good thing you have some help."