Emma's POV

"And then I told her 'No! I cannot have a play date with you. I already have a girlfwend.' " Liam says sitting on the counter, munching on a cinnamon roll. I am kneading the dough to make donuts whilst intently listening to the events that happened in Liam's school over the week. Jon's cast is finally removed and he is back to being normal. Since he can take care of himself now, I moved back to my apartment with Tony and Oreo. Even though Jon didn't say anything about it, I knew he felt bad about me leaving. I don't want to rush with anything now, I just want things to naturally fall in place.

"Really? And who is your girlfriend?" I ask Liam, struggling to knead the dough. I must've pulled a muscle in my forearm when I abruptly lifted a heavy box that was delivered to Sweet Tooth yesterday. And because of that, I can't work properly in the kitchen. Thankfully, today isn't a busy day, so I can take my own sweet time to prepare the confectioneries.

"You." He says taking an other bite of the roll. I stop what I was doing and look at Liam with amusement. I burst into a fit of laughter at what Liam just said.

"But I am way elder to you dummy." I say kissing his cheek, being overwhelmed by his cuteness. I want a baby of my own too. I wonder if Jon likes babies. He doesn't seem to be the type of person who can tolerate kids.

"So what Emma? I like you and you are my girlfriend." He says giving me an adorable smile.

"Ohh baby it doesn't work like that. You should have girlfriends who are of your age, not your mother's age."

"Damn right baby." A deep voice interrupts our mini chitchat. We turn around to see Jon leaning against the wall in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. He comes towards us and gives me a kiss on head while putting his strong arms around my waist from behind.

"You should go for girls of your age, or even if you like older girls, go for someone who is not my Emma." He says glaring at the poor kid. I nudge him with my shoulder, indirectly telling him to leave the child alone. Liam looks at Jon with wide eyes and open mouth, his roll precariously held in his hand. He jumps off the counter and runs towards his mommy.

"You didn't have to scare that poor soul." I say chucking. Jon holds my waist even tighter, hugging me from behind. He kisses me on the cheek before placing his chin on my shoulder.

"Well, no one is allowed to fantasize over my girl other than me. Even if I have to make a 5 year old shit bricks."

"As it is you're intimidating, glaring at Liam will just traumatize him for life." I say as I wince when I feel a sharp pain in my arm.

"What happened?" Jon asks as he takes my hands from the dough and examines them.

"Nothing much I guess I just had a muscle pull when I lifted a heavy box yesterday. So now it's difficult for me to knead the dough."

"I see so many lads working here as waiters, couldn't you tell one of them to lift it for you?" He asks as he cleans the dough off of my hand.

"I didn't want to bother them. Moreover, the box didn't look that heavy." He goes by the sink and washes his hands.

"I'll knead it for you." He says as he pulls me in front of the dough, and stands behind me.

"Just tell me if I'm doing it wrong." He says as he begins the kneading. His long fingers expertly work on the dough, he makes it look so easy and natural. I couldn't help but mentally compare our hands. I can see the veins run down his forearms and I can feel his biceps with my upper arms, since he is standing right behind, trapping me between the counter and himself. His hot breathe fans over my neck and shoulders. Why do I feel so aroused? My ears and cheeks are getting very hot. I look over my shoulder to see him furrow his eyebrows, completely focusing on what he is doing.

"There" He says looking at me. I look back and see that he was done kneading the dough, and had placed it in a closed bowl. He takes the kitchen towel which was hanging in my shoulder, to clean his hand.

"Did I do good?" He asks, smirking at me. Oh no. I guess he saw me swooning over his godly hands.

"Y-Yeah you did per-perfect." I say panting softly. I feel like I just ran a mile.

"What happened babe? You look bothered." He says coming to me in his predatory steps. He suddenly holds my waist and lifts me onto the counter in one swift motion. I loudly gasp, placing my hands on his shoulders. He brings his face closer to mine and says,

"I can do the same with you if you want." He whispers.

"D-Do what?" I ask submissively.

"You know, what I did with the dough just now."

Yes please.

I blush profusely, I feel like my face is on fire. Why am I so shy? He is my boyfriend after all. I wish I was a little more wild, I'm sure he'd like that. He keeps leaning towards me, looking down at my lips. He softly licks my lower lip, which causes me to gasp. Making use of the opportunity, he suckles on my lower lip. I moan through the kiss and put my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. His hands go to my waist, squeezing them. We share a sweet, yet passionate kiss until....

"Emma I- OH MY GOD why are you doing this in the kitchen?" Caty screams at us. We abruptly pull apart from each other breathing heavily due to the lack of oxygen. Jon helps me off the counter and gives Caty an awkward smile before leaving the kitchen.

"Don't you know that I have a 5-year old playing around here? What if he came in to see you guys eating each other's faces out?" She asks placing her hands on her hip and scolding me like a mom.

"I- well, we just got carried away and....I'm sorry Caty." I say trying my best not to laugh.

"You can do whatever you want Emma but please not when my baby is around."

"Sure thing." I say blushing.

****

"Please come again and I hope you have a good day!" I say waving at the customer who just left. My arm still hurts but it's way better than what it was in the morning. It's closing time in an hour, after that I'll pack everything up and go home to Tony and Oreo and watch some nice movie with a yummy dinner. What do I make for dinner today? I guess there are some leftover chicken rolls from today. I'll take them home and have that as dinner. They were made really yummy today. Ugh I can't wait to get home. I can't wait to see Jonny. I can't wait to cuddle with him in our couch watching a movie. My thoughts are interrupted when the bell rings indicating that we have a customer.

I see a bunch of high school boys coming in and taking a seat at a nearby table. I make my way towards them to write down their order.

"Hello welcome to Sweet Tooth! How may I help I you?" I ask them with the brightest smile I could give. I write down their order and head towards the kitchen to prepare the food. I'm just a few steps away from the table when I hear one of guys saying,

"If Monica was the size of this brunette bimbo, I would totally break up with her ass." They all laugh and give high fives to each other. I choose ignore their snarky comment and enter the kitchen. I know for a fact that they were talking about me because I was the only woman present there at the time. And guess what? I'm a brunette. I try my best to not let that negativity affect me in any way, but it was just so harsh to talk about a person like that. I couldn't stop the tears that were running down my face. As soon as the tears slide down my cheek, I wipe it off but then it is replaced with fresh ones again. I could never handle bullying.

I feel so dejected. Why do people need to be so mean. I try forgetting about it but it just keeps coming back to me.

I close the shutter and lock it before sitting on one of the steps in front of Sweet Tooth. Jon as usual, would be coming to pick me up. I cup my chin and place my elbow on my thigh. I guess my mood swings are coming back with a bang. I feel so disturbed, so bothered. I see Jon's Jeep coming towards me. I stand straight and head towards him, entering into the SUV.

As soon as I do, Jon pulls my chin and smashes his lips on mine. I close my eyes and reciprocate his kiss wholeheartedly. I feel so much better. After we pull apart, Jon kisses my forehead.

"I missed you so much baby." He says as he drives out into the main road.

"Hmmm" I say leaning my head against the window. I'm really exhausted to even talk. I just wanna go home.

"All okay honey?" He asks putting his hand on my thigh and giving it a light squeeze.

"Yeah. I'm just tired." I say giving him an assuring smile. He moves his hand from my thigh, and holds my hand instead, placing small feather like kisses on the back of it. We reach my apartment and Jon pulls out a take out bag from the backseat.

"I thought I'll buy dinner, you might be too tired to cook." He says putting a hand over my shoulder and pulling me closer.

"And I was so right." He says.

"Your hair is pretty long." Jon mumbles as he runs his fingers through the ends of my hair. I won't be lying if I say I feel better now. Being with Jon just makes me forget about all of my problems. We finished our dinner and are now watching a movie. Jon is lying on the couch, his back resting on the armrest, and I, lying on top of him. We have a thick blanket over us. I put my head on his chest, such that I can listen to his heart beating. I can slowly feel myself drifting to sleep. Jon softly rubs my back up and down, relaxing me further. But then I abruptly open my eyes. If I fall asleep now, then Jon will carry me to the bed and leave! I really don't want to be alone now. So I look up at Jon whose eyes are glued to the television. I put my chin on his chest and poke him in the cheek to get his attention. Once I have achieved that, I say,

"Can you stay over for the night?" My voice is filled with exhaustion. I can barely speak.

"Sure. I don't mind. Let's put you to bed and I'll take the couch." He says pushing the blanket away to lift me.

"No you don't take the couch." I say.

"No Emmy this is not up for a discussion. What kind of a man will I be if I make my girlfriend sleep in the couch?" He says raising one eyebrow. I giggle at his ridiculous conclusion.

"No dummy. I meant you can sleep with me in my bed." I say shyly. He is taken aback with my decision and looks carefully at me, giving me the time to reconsider my choice.

"Are you sure baby? I have no problem in taking the couch."

"No. I want to feel you next to me when I wake up tomorrow. I don't want to wake up alone." I say straddling him and putting my cheek on his shoulder. He chuckles at my childish tactics and sneaks his arms below my butt to lift me off the couch, heading towards the room. I wrap my legs around his waist and hug him tighter. He gently places me on my bed.

"I'll just go to the bathroom." I say as I take my white cotton nightgown. I quickly change and get out, to see Jon already in my bed, looking intently at his phone. The blankets are pulled till his waist and he is shirtless.

This is going to be a long night.

As soon as he sees me getting into the bed, he puts the phone on the nightstand and switches the table lamp off. He pulls me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me. It feels kind of funny because my breasts are squished against his body. It's a little embarrassing, so I squirm in his arms to create some distance between us.

"Stop moving baby." He says pulling me even closer, which makes it next to impossible for me to move. Anyways, Jon is my boyfriend I shouldn't be embarrassed at all in front of him. I relax in arms and close my eyes.

"Somebody called me fat at work." I blurt out.

"That's why you were upset?"

"Maybe."

"You're crazy."

"For what? Being offended by a stranger?"

"Exactly.Why are you letting a stupid son of a bitch stranger affect your sanity? You know your own beauty and worth. Just be yourself Emmy, because satisfying this world by living according to others' choices, is just impossible. You might as well just satisfy yourself." He says holding my face and giving me a mind blowing kiss.

"I love you." I whisper, meaning every single word I said.

"I love you too baby."

"Ohh by the way I bought a new face mask for my acne. We should try it out tomorrow."

"We?"

"Yeah, you're gonna apply it with me." I say in an obvious tune. He sighs heavily.

"Sure sugarplum."