I'm not as mad as I was before but I'm still salty about him laughing when I'm scolding at him.
Can't he at least pretend to listen while I'm telling him how hard it is to hide the hickeys?
"You're still mad about that argument." He says looking at me.
"I'm not mad I just don't know how hard it was for you to not laugh while I was pissed. You're supposed to be Mr.poker-face-24/7.".
His lips thin into a smile that is definitely hiding a laugh.
"YOU'RE DOING IT AGAIN!" I say accusingly.
I huff and walk away to the bathroom but he follows me immediately.
"I wasn't laughing because you were pissed and I promise I listened. I didn't give you another hickey afterwards and I wont until you're okay with it. I was laughing because you already look like a mom, you have that voice and you were using it on me. It was a im-proud-and-you're-adorable kind of laugh.".
"You were still laughing, and you just did." I protest despite the things his words did to me.
"What can I do for you to forgive me?" He asks with his hands around my waist.
I shrug wanting him to come up with something.
"I will get you food." He tilts his head.
"No I'm not hungry.".
"I'll give you a massage for however long you want it to be.".
I shake my head "you will give me a massage whenever I want for however long I want everyday. Think of something you never do.".
I study his face waiting for something worth not being salty anymore.
Somehow my mind drifts and the next thing I know I'm thinking about a mini Ace.
"I'll let you put make up on me." He says finally after a few minutes.
Now that's interesting.
"Deal." I kiss his cheek.
He smiles at that and pulls me closer for a hug.
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The make up took me about 20 minutes thanks to Ace being very still and silent.
Not a single question or a protest.
I smile down at the piece of art I just made.
I put black eyeshadow all around his eyes to give his green eyes a pop and maybe to kind of see him as a less dressed chatnoir.
One day I will make him get his jumpsuit and wear it.
But makeup is enough for today.
I add black lipstick which I made from eyeshadow and gloss.
Some blush and gel on his eyebrows.
Not the best make up but he does resemble chat noir.
I think I just fell in love even more.
I hold the mirror for him to see half expecting a smile but what I get isn't exactly a smile.
It's a fake one.
"It's.....nice. Can I wash my face?".
Ouch.
"No".
He huffs this time. Something I absolutely don't like.
"Okay fine you can wash your face.".
He doesn't hesitate, he gets up and walks to the bathroom immediately.
Is it just him hating make up in general or was it really bad?
I personally loved it.
I sigh myself and take a shirt from his suit case.
I got myself pjs but his shirts hit different.
I lay on the bed listening to the waves outside the balcony and the water running down the drain from the bathroom.
I yelp loud as an overwhelming feeling and tightening in my abdomen hits me out of nowhere.
My chest heaves at the feeling, it's like those period ass cramps that hit painfully and surprisingly.
Except that these are not as painful.  just....uncomfortable and overwhelming.
I hold my belly and breathe heavily, it thankfully passes as quick as it came but the panic is not gone.
I've read something about these and they're not dangerous but I'll have to ask Sophie when I see her.
"What's wrong?" Ace asks dropping the towel that was in his hands on the nearest couch and rushing to me.
"It's nothing dont worry." I reassure him because if I tell him about this he will freak out and insist on taking me to a hospital then freak everyone else when they know I'm at the hospital.
These are normal.
"You look pale" he points out.
"I just thought I saw a spider." I lie to close the topic i don't want him to freak out.
"And I'm supposed to believe that?" He cocks a brow.
"Yes because it true!".
To my surprisingly good luck I spot a black dot on the floor, it must be a nail polish dot from the previous renters.
I breathe in and point at it.
He frown upon seeing it and grabs his phone.
"What are you doing?" I ask trying to look over his shoulders.
"We're not staying here, They should've made sure the suite is 100% clean.".
I sigh regretting my decision of using that as an excuse.
"It is clean, that's just nail polish but You know how much spiders scare me. I now know it's not a spider.".
"I love it here let's just stay." I add hoping he'd listen.
Thankfully he does.
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