***LONDON’S POV***
I feel light headed when I open my eyes just after I felt them go dizzy.
“Are you okay, London? Do you need any help?” Zane’s voice fills my ears and I shake my head, sighing as I snuggle farther into his body.
“You zoned out of me for a minute. This isn’t good,” he tells me walking me into the shower and starting it.
“I am sorry. Let’s just bath and head to the hospital.
And hour later I am at the hospital and a series of tests have been run on me.
“Fatigue. Your wife needs bed rest. I am putting her on a one week bed rest where she has to be taken care of,” the doctor replies.
My eyes bulge with shock because I know my husband is going to see to it that I get the rest I deserve.
“And the baby? Is there anything that should be done? Or avoided?” Zane asks listening keenly to what the doctor has to say.
The doctor frowns a little before the creases on his forehead disappears.
“No, but if she has seizures again, it would be better to bring her in, there might be some Brian injury we might not be aware of,” the doctor says politely.
We finish the meeting with him and Zane shakes his hand, exchanging the slightest pleasantries before he grabs my waist and pull it towards himself, placing tender kisses on my forehead.
“Zane,” I warn out searching frantically at him as my fingers dig gently into my skin.
“You taste like watermelon and strawberries. Sweet and pleasant,” he compliments me and walking out, I relax more.
“What do you want to do the rest of the day? I am all yours,” he suggests, opening the car door for me to enter.
I wait until Zane is sitting behind the steering before I speak out.
“Ice cream and then beach? I would love to dog my feet in sand and water before returning home,” I explain, holding my breath, waiting for Zane to accept.
Zane looks so out of place with me, acting wok girlie and him being my daddy. But he loves it, and I would never reject and invitation at being so fucking close to him.
“What flavor?” he demands.
“Cookie ice cream and chocolate cones, please,” I chuckle clapping my hands together.
Zane cackles but keeps his eyes on the road.
“Since you were a good girl at the hospital, zi think you deserve a present,” he mouths taking a road that I am not familiar with.
“Where are we going to?” I ask wondering at how beautiful the view is..
“That, my dear little wife, is a surprise. You will have to find out shortly,” be states and keeps on heading east. A few minutes, Zane stops in front of a fair and my jaws drop down legitly.
“A group of activities came to town a few weeks ago and they newly opened this arcade. I heard from good sources that this place has crazy games and I would love us go try them is you aren’t dizzy enough to go home and rest,” he spills out, smirking at me as he waits for a response.
“Oh yes. I love the Arcade. We should try karaoke first, you sing so beautifying,” I tease starting to unbuckle my seatbelt.
Zane reaches over and help me, then, his large palm still covering bother of mine, he pulls closer and kisses my lips.
“Mine,” he growls.
I know fucking well that shining days are here and it would be a delight for me to actually savor every minute of it.
Zane comes out of the car and helps me out of my side. With his palms touching mine, he leads the way.
First, we stop at the Karoake as discussed and since Zane isn’t big at this. I provide a mic option with the lyrics popping at the back of the screen.
“We have three songs to ace, Zane,” I call out.
I had chosen, Give me more, by Doja cat, Big Boy by SZA and finally Work Song by Hozier.
Crazy three songs but I love them.
Zane didn’t know all the words in Doja Cat’s music, but I knew and I kept singing, while he just hummed and grunt beside me, but not stopping.
On the third music, I was so invested in the lyrics and since it was a slow song, Zane and I had found our bodies closer to the other.
My head was on his chest and he moaned when I sang the words without even seeing them.
When Work Song was over, I had little tears streaming down the corners of my eyes and a relaxed looking Zane.
“Your voice is fantastic,” he chides.
“Coming from someone who didn’t sing more than a couple of lines, despite that the lyrics were bold on the screen, well, thank you for the compliment,” I sass out flashing him my teeth.
Zane laughs, his voice healthy and it makes my pussy hunger for attention.
“Let’s go lick ice cream, then later, walk and search for more games to play, London. I want to enjoying yourself,” he tells me and I bubble up with excitement.
When Zane’s hand come forward, romancing my belle, I moan, lifting my chin to look at his seductive face.
“Soon, baby, I will take you in one of these play room and I promise it would be a place you would remember for as long as your mind drags to think about a place like this,” Zane tells me and for some reason, I believe him.
“Don’t make me wait,” I tease out.
We have ice cream and oh, I have a lot of it and the cones were perfect.
“Can my wife have an extra plate filled with cones please? Add it to my tab,” Zane tells the waiter that comes to serve us.
“Of course, Sir,” the waiter said and his eyes linger a little longer than required on my body.
When he leaves, I hear Zane sneers beside me.
“He was eyefucking you,” he tells me.
“No he wasn’t, you are just paranoid,” I flash out digging into my cookie ice cream, enjoying it as well.