“remind me again why i had to stay behind while you’re off stuffing your face?” adrianna’s question earns a roll of his eyes as he steps outside and away from a room filled with prying eyes and ears. ❝ for the hundredth time, sweetheart, ❞ he starts, knowing that this time she would be the one rolling her eyes. he almost wishes he was there to see it. ❝ because i’m not particularly fond of the idea of the mother of my unborn child getting murdered. it’s either this or a babysitter. your choice. ❞ it was no secret that axel was a paranoid man. adrianna can fight him all she wants, it won’t change that fact. walking around a room filled with savages and cobras wasn’t exactly his idea of safe, even if everyone is supposed to be on their best behaviors. bullshit. as such, they made a deal. she stays put, safe and sound, and he’ll bring food and a lovely foot massage at the end of the evening. “oh, please. i’m not the one who left for a day and came back married. you need a babysitter.” he sighs, dramatically so. maybe she has a point. no. he doesn’t care. ❝ i’m not married ─ ❞ a pause. ❝ i am, but we’re ─ just stay there. i’ll see you later. ❞ with that he hangs up, cursing himself for not stealing a bottle of anything on his way here. that was when he turned around, ready to head inside again when he noticed a much too familiar face that made him stop. surely he hadn’t been standing there for long, right? nah. he didn’t hear anything. hopefully. sliding his phone back inside his pocket, he’s silent for a second before finally speaking. all that comes out is a ❝ hello, christopher. ❞ // @hcneycakc › CHRISTOPHER SAMPSON.
