Ashley's pov I closed the door of the fridge using my legs and walked over to the countertop. I huffed placing the eggs, butter and milk down on the surface. "What are we planning on cooking for breakfast?" Blake questions breezing into the kitchen and makes the beeline for the fridge. He opens it and takes out the orange juice. I try not to linger on his bare upper body. He seemed to only settle to wear his boxers and no shirt. Was he trying to turn me on, on purpose? "We?" I question with amusement, pulling out the baking soda and flour out of the cupboard then placed them beside the eggs. I turn to Blake scowling when he chugged down the orange juice when I notice that he hadn't bothered to pour it into a glass. "The last time I made you help me you forgot to add salt." I pointed out. He moves the box away from his mouth, wipes his mouth using the back of his arm and grins at me. "Oh come on baby it still taste fucking fantastic." He boast, placing the orange juice back into the fridge. I snorted." Yeah because I added more flavor to it." I pointed out, walking over to the cupboard to draw out a big bowl. I turn to Blake and point at a draw close to him." Could you take a whisk in there for me?" He raised a brow smirking." You're being extra rude today, where's the please?" I let out a breath. Blake was really acting like old self again just a tad bit more annoying. In a cute annoying. "Blake would you please take the whisk in that draw for me please?" I fluttered my lashes for extra emphasis. He laughs nodding while doing as ask. He walks over to me handing the whisk. His eyes glint with playfulness."Say, thank you my sexy husband and I'll give it to you." "Are you serious?" I asked, placing the bowl down on the counter next to the ingredients. I turn my attention back to him and he raises his brow. I huffed. "Fine." I paste on a sweet smile."Thank you my overly sexy, sweet husband." He smiles handing me the whisk. When my fingers finally got a hold of it, I smirked. "Who's annoying and too cocky for his own good." I stuck out my tongue childishly. He glowers down at me and rolls his eyes then grins." I think you love my annoying ass and cockiness, why else would you marry me?" He whispers eyes flashing with mirth.I tilt my head and ran a finger down his base chest."Well you have a fantastic cock and can do magical things with your tongue-" I drawled out playfully. He groans, gripping my hips and in a swift move places me on the counter top. He spreads my legs and settles between them. His eyes have now gone a shade darker with lust evident in their depths. "Really? So you're saying you only married me for my amazing cock?" He asked amused. I giggled, secretly bringing my hands to the bag of flour that I could easily untie with one hand. "Well not only that, your body is hot to and don't get me started on your fingers especially when you fuck me with them." I licked my lips even more amused at the unmistakable lust in his eyes. I dipped my hand into the flour after I had successfully untied it. Blake pouts at me adorably. "So you only married me for my body?" His tone laced with hurt and disappointment. I laugh bringing my hand with the flour towards his face."No you silly, I married you because I so happen to love your annoying and cocky ass." I giggled slapping him gently on the cheek and nose with the flower. He steps away lifting a hand and trails it over his flour face. He draw his hand away and looked down at his hand that now had flour. I hoped off the counter not liking the look in his eyes. He'd definitely get me back but right now I didn't want to get dirty. I backed away and freeze when he lifts his head. "Oh you're going to pay for that." He smirks. "You have no idea what you just started." He chuckles and reaches for the crate of eggs. I lift my hands in surrender." It's not even that much Blake. You don't need to get me back- I squealed ducking out of the way when an egg flies towards my face. "Blake you're going to clean this on your own." I shout crawling away from him. "Sure but let me get you first." He laughs sending another my way. It splatters on the wooden draw and I cringed dreading the cleanup after this. "Blake stop I'm allergic to eggs." I lied, panting. Really that's the best you could come up with? I really didn't want to have to clean off eggs from my hair. " Baby you really should take lessons on how to lie. You suck." He chuckles. I gulp seeing his feet before me, just a step away. Shit. Was it too late to go back now? "Where do you think you're going?" He asked mirth leaking out of his voice. I froze slowly looking up. He smirked wickedly and crouched before me. I smile sweetly. Cringing inwardly at the thought of having to clean up eggs off my body. "Blake we can talk about thi-I gasp when I feel the slight shock of having the eggs crack on the head then cringe when I felt the eggs quickly drenched my hair. The yellow liquid slowly trail down my hair lines, to my face and even coated my lashes. I glared at Blake who was laughing his ass off at my predicament. "Thanks I needed that extra protein." I said sarcastically then frown when he suddenly stops laughing and stares at me in shock. He groans holding his head in pain. "Blake are you okay?" I asked in worry, forgetting about the eggs and coming over to him. I held his shoulders not knowing what to do as he grunts in pain. He sits down on the floor, hissing and clutching his head. "Ley." He says softly. Frightened and worried I began to shake him, realizing that he was almost in a hallucinating form. "Don't let them get to your head Ley, they're just jealous." He murmurs softly, still clutching his head and wincing. My brows furrowed confused beyond belief. "Blake, Blake can you hear me?" I called out and gasp when his eyes closed then his enire body slacken. Quickly coming to his aid, I hold his body, slowly and carefully placing him down on the floor. My heart pounds as panick froze my entire body. What the hell just happened?