Darkness Before Dawn

is pregnant, we didn't think it would be right for her to sleep on a sucky air mattress on the floor.
    I sigh loudly, looking around at the mess we have to clean up and wondering if Cole and I are spending the night again or heading back to Chicago with everyone else.
    "You're not cleaning this up," Cole raps beside me, making me jump.
    "I didn't know you were awake," I reply, turning my body toward him and caressing his arm.
    He gives me a lopsided smile. "I just woke up. How can you be so pretty in the morning?" he muses as his eyes scan my face.
    "I'm not," I groan, throwing my head back on the mattress. "This bed sucks."
    He chuckles. "You are," he replies as he covers my body with his, opening my thighs with his and settling his weight between my legs. "You're the most beautiful creature ever made...and you're right, this bed sucks ass."
    "You're just saying that because you want to have sex," I say with a laugh as I look at him, thinking the same about him.
    He tilts his head as he regards me. "Nah, we're going to have sex anyway, I don't have to sweet talk you into doing that."
    My laughter is cut short when he grinds against me, the hardness in his boxers making me gasp and tilt my pelvis toward it.
    "Are you guys up?" Aubry asks with a knock on the door.
    "Motherfucker," Cole mumbles under his breath, closing his eyes and exhaling as he clenches his hands on the pillow under my head. "AUBRY, WILL YOU EVER STOP COCK BLOCKING?" he shouts loudly, making me laugh. "He's an asshole. We'll have to take a rain check," he says before kissing me and backing away from me.
    I pout as I watch him pull a white shirt over his head and adjust his hard-on in his boxers before he gets up and steps into a pair of blue basketball shorts. When he opens the door, I catch a glimpse of Aubry and Greg laughing when they see Cole step out and shake my head when I hear Aubry complain about Cole slapping him in the back of the head. Some things never change. I lie back down with a smile on my face and extend my arm to admire my ring for the millionth time. I look around the empty room, thinking of things we can do with it before getting up and heading to the shower. Once I'm dressed, I get the things we bought for the bathroom yesterday on our eventful trip to Wal-Mart and start putting everything in its place.
    "I still think we should've gotten the tin trashcan, not that bamboo looking one," Cole says from behind me, making me drop the trashcan.
    "Dammit! You scared me!" I say, turning around to face him.
    "Sorry," he apologizes with a shrug. "Everything else looks good, though," he says with a smile as he looks at the shower curtain and toilet paper holder.
    "Yeah, because you picked those out," I say with an eye roll.
    He laughs and pulls me into a tight hug before letting me go and slapping my butt on his way to the sink.
    "Your pancakes are done," he says, muffled as he brushes his teeth.
    "Thank you," I reply over my shoulder before walking to the kitchen.
    As we eat breakfast, Becky flips through a bridal magazine she bought yesterday, and even though I've always loved the idea of places like Wal-Mart having everything you need under one roof, I wish they didn't sell so many unnecessary things like bridal magazines. After I tell Becky that I don't care what colors my wedding are and assure Aimee that I haven't even thought about picking a date yet, I begin to scroll through my phone and check my missed calls and texts. I have one from Connor apologizing for not being able to make it last night and congratulating us. I reply and hover over a text message from my ex-boyfriend, Russell. I open it and smile as I reply.
     
    Russell: Hey, just wanted to check up on you. I haven't spoken to you since you got out of the hospital. Hope everything is okay. Lunch soon?
     
    Me: I'm good, thank you! Sure, let me know when you're free.
     
    The couch sinks beside me and I look up to see Cole pursing his lips, clearly trying to hide a smile.
    "What?" I ask, confused.
    "Nothing. You better be wearing that ring if you go to lunch with him," Cole replies.
    "Why are you looking at my phone?" I ask in shock.
    "I'm not. He is," Cole says with a smirk, pointing his head in Aubry's direction.
    I turn around and narrow my eyes at Aubry. "Nosey bastard."
    Aubry laughs and messes up my hair, the way he does when he wants to get a rise out of me, but I decide not to give him the pleasure. Instead I finger comb my hair with a huff and shut my phone off