One Taste…of Flash Fiction

Ooo, I have a great flash fiction this week. For anyone who has read One Taste of You that was on Wattpad (however, currently not on there now), then you’ll know exactly who Zeke and Zoe are. I’m a fan of these two. *grins slyly* But hey, who am I kidding? I’m a fan of all my characters. *chuckles*

Enjoy!

Prompt: Another sleepless night  (Psst…this was my prompt suggestion too. *smiles*)

A loud piercing scream echoed throughout the room. He groaned from the intrusion. Where was it coming from?

An elbow lightly nudged him in the side. “Zeke, it’s your turn.”

He blinked a few times, the loud screams becoming much clearer to his sleep deprived body. Zabrina, their daughter, was ready to eat. Now. Her cries told him she was getting impatient waiting for them.

Rolling over, he pulled Zoe into his arms and nuzzled her neck. “Actually, sweetheart, it’s your turn. I did the last feeding.”

“Please…” she barely mumbled, her voice telling him how tired she really was.

Pressing two light kisses below her ear, he whispered, “Only if you wear the red dress for me later tonight.”

She groaned. “Zeke, that dress…my baby fat…”

“You’re nothing but sexy in that red dress.”

Lifting her head, she placed a trail of kisses up his chest and onto his lips. “Deal. She’s not getting quieter.”

Zeke chuckled. “She’s just like you with that temper. Cute as a button. Start taking care of yourself. You’ve had more sleep tonight, yet look and sound more tired than me. Take it easy during the day.” He snatched a kiss and hopped out of bed.

Grabbing Zabrina out of her crib, he quickly changed her diaper, prepared a bottle and settled into the rocking chair sitting in the corner of her room.

“That’s my angel. There you go.” He kissed her forehead as she started to eagerly suck on the bottle.

“Little does Mommy know that I enjoy feeding you. I get to hold my beautiful little girl and I get to see your mommy in that sexy red dress. Win-win for me.”

His brows furrowed. “Under no circumstances are you wearing any sexy red dresses. None. No man is seeing my little girl dressed like that.”

Zabrina made a small hiccuping sound as she continued to devour the milk.

“That’s what I thought. Make sure you always listen to Daddy. I know what I’m talking about. I’ll arrest any man that looks at you without any respect. Daddy has even wanted to arrest a few that looked at Mommy wrong. They’re lucky Mommy stepped in to save their as—butts.”

Zeke finished feeding Zabrina, rocked her back to sleep and carefully set her back in the crib. He tiptoed out of the room and gently closed her door. As he crawled into bed, he glanced towards the master bathroom that appeared to be dark and empty.

Yet, Zoe’s side of the bed was empty as well. Where did she go?

A throat clearing by the doorway had him turning his attention that way.

Standing in the dark night, illuminated only by the glow of the baby monitor, stood Zoe in the sweetest, sexiest red dress he could never get enough of.

“This thing is still tight and—”

“Sexy as hell.” He jumped out of bed and pushed her against the wall, molding her body perfectly to his. “I thought I’d have to wait until tonight to see you in this.”

“You’re so adorable when you talk to her while you’re feeding her, I just couldn’t wait. You do realize I can hear you through the monitor.”

His hands slid up her thighs, stopping at the edge of the dress. “Yes. And if it wouldn’t be weird as shit letting Zabrina hear, I would’ve described in great detail what I want to do to you in this red dress.”

“Describe it right now,” she whispered into his ear, then trailed her lips down his neck and lightly nibbled at his collarbone.

Slowly, his hands inched up underneath the dress, feeling nothing but pure soft skin as he made a pathway up her delectable body. “How about I just show you.”

She moaned in agreement.

Another sleepless night.

He could handle that. Nothing would ever stop him when Zoe wore his favorite red dress.

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