The Best Friend's Contract

Aidan

"Good morning! Rise and shine, sweetheart. You got to go to work today so get that beautiful perky ass up," I say with a smile plastered on my face as I see her snuggling closer towards the pillows surrounding her, groaning in her sleep.

With one hand in my slacks' pocket, I look down at her as she enjoys her sleep. The way she has the comforter wrapped around her body like a burrito has somehow managed to make me chuckle early in the morning. Even though her hair is a mess and sticking out in different directions with her face slightly oily from her night skincare routine, she seems to be peacefully calm which eases me.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Yet, I still find her the most beautiful woman alive.

Going down on one knee, I lean closer towards her before pushing her hair away from her face; but not even receiving a single movement which causes me to poke her cheek, once, twice and even thrice.

Kenna groans as she starts to open her eyes, looking directly at me with confusion before glancing down at my outfit-seeing that I'm ready and well-dressed for my day at the office which causes her to sit up straight, "I'm late for work!" She exclaims, pushing the comforter away.

I laugh, watching her panic as she starts to run towards her room-her old room where she used to stay before things started to get pretty heat up between us more precisely, serious. When we got back from Paris, we immediately started to share the same bed in the same bedroom but couldn't find the time to move all of her clothes to my room because... well there are a few reasons:

1) She has a lot of clothes.

2) Don't forget her collection of shoes.

3) Have I said anything about her makeup? She did shop a lot at Sephora at least once a month but I haven't seen her went there ever since we got married.

4) Yes, her handbags.

5) There are just a lot of shit. Let me remind that she didn't bring the rest of her stuff from her own apartment . . . yet.

So... we might be turning her old room into her own private closet which will be discussed later in the future. For now, we'll be sleeping together in my bedroom for the rest of our lives. That way, I can easily know if there's anything wrong with her, with us. Within seconds, I have made my way towards her to wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close to my body as she continues to panic; her eyes wandering around the room to look for a certain something. "Baby, you're not late." I say.

Her blue eyes shot up to look into mine, "What do you mean? Of course I'm late. You're all ready for work and I'm still in my pyjamas," She replies with a pout, letting me tap onto the bridge of her nose which causes her to grin; her cheeks heating up. "What was that for?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Pouting makes you look cute. I can't.

help it if you keep on doing that," My lips land on the side of her cheek. "So, don't tempt me, Mrs. Ashton. You might not be able to get to work, at all. The way my lips brush against the side of her neck Causes her to close her eyes and grip onto my arm, leaving me to think that she actually enjoys this.

"So... get your beautiful ass in the shower," One of my hands run down to softly touch her butt before letting go. "And get ready for work. Then, head downstairs because I've prepared us breakfast." I add with a quick wink at the end. Kenna grins, "Can't wait to see what you have prepared."

After about thirty-minutes of waiting

for her to walk down the stairs, she has finally made up for it with her usual scent, making me eye her hair, her face and down to her

clothes seeing that she has her hair high up into a ponytail today with her face added with light makeup to just appear awake and presentable. As for her clothes, well... they're not going to attract any further attention which is good because I know how the male doctors would go crazy over her if she wears anything much more appealing.

"Omelettes! Yum," She exclaims.

Then, she takes a seat near the kitchen island as she grabs onto the fork to take a small bite of the well-prepared omelette. I lean forward, "How does it taste like? Good?" I ask, watching her chew as she continues to nod, taking a sip of water afterwards. "Reminds me of how lucky I am to have you," She winks at me as she takes another bite of the omelette which causes me to smile at her, feeling my heart racing and my cheeks somehow heating up; probably my blood flow has increased from the words she said.

"At what time will you be home today?" I ask, taking a sip of my own glass of water.

"Around six or seven," She replies with a shrug. "I don't have much for today except for appointments with a couple of patients but there are new interns coming in and some are assigned under me," She continues to speak as she finishes her breakfast, immediately drinking her water.

"I'll probably be home earlier than you. Just going to head out with Flynn to shop for some Christmas gifts after work for my employees. Then, I'll take us out for dinner, how does that sound?" I caress the side of her face as she nods, agreeing.

I look down at my wrist watch

before sighing, "Ah, got to

blast-meeting starts in thirty

minutes and I can't be late. I need to get back on track," I mutter but loud enough for Kenna to hear as

continues to nod, taking her she

supplements for the day before

earning a kiss from her on the cheek as I quickly walk out of the house and straight towards my car.

Just as I'm about to enter my car, I hear her calling out my name which causes me to turn around; seeing her running towards me before handling me my phone, "What would you do without me?" She says, chuckling.

I lean in to kiss her on the lips, feeling her responding back towards me as she cups onto my face while I place my hands on her waist, feeling the smallness of her body. The kiss lasts for a few seconds but long enough to remind how much we both love each other deeply, "I love you, baby. See you tonight," I peck onto her cheek.

It doesn't take me long to drive down the road and straight towards my office.