Tal was up early that morning. Too early, for his liking. Perhaps it was because he knew Keket’s alarm clock was going to ring soon. She had to put the finishing touches on her exam paper and then head off to her graduate writing class at 10. It amused him that she would rather wake up early and finish than stay up to complete the paper. Then again, she could have finished had not one kiss from him lead to another, and then another, and hands and fingers began to roam about.
He rolled out of bed before her, went into the living room and popped open the fire escape window. He had grabbed his pack of cigarettes from the end table and lit one up. He inhaled, taking in the city air, and then exhaled it out along with the smoke in his lungs. He coughed once or twice, but he felt it was worth it, despite the tiny droplets of blood on his wrist from the coughs.
“And I thought I hid those little bastards away from you,” came a tired but still sultry voice from behind him. Tal turned around and dressed in a very thin white robe stood Keket. Her hair had yet to be brushed, but her waves still looked great in bedhead mode. The robe was haphazardly tied, and the part was more open and low than it should be. Not that this bothered Tal at all. What did annoy him was Keket taking his cigarette and finishing it off herself. She kept one arm underneath her breasts and placed the carton in between them.
Tal laughed. “I have no problem snatching them back out and you know it.”
“You really need to stop with these, bebe,” she said, with less snark and more genuine concern, putting the ashes out on the fire escape metal and throwing the used butt out onto the street below. “They’ll only make you sicker.”
Tal heaved a defeated sigh. “I know, I know…” He placed his elbows on the windowsill. “I’m workin’ in it, K. I promise.”
Keket’s full lips smiled, and after placing the cigarette carton in the end table’s drawer, she pressed herself against his slender back and kissed his shoulders. “Think you can resist temptation for an hour? We can go get some breakfast after my class.”
“No promises,” he smirked.
“Tal…” she narrowed her eyes at him.
“All right, I won’t smoke another cig.”
“That’s what I wanna hear,” she purred. Tal turned around and Keket stood on her toes to kiss his lips. With her arms around him, she asked, “Now are you gonna stay in here or go back to sleep?”
“Sleep’s out of the question now,” he chuckled. He held her closer and smiled. “But I’d rather watch my little minx get dressed than stay in here and have those damn cancer sticks that are within reach tempt me.”
Keket returned his smirk with her own. “I’ll take them in my purse.” She shrugged her shoulders, and the robe slid off of them slowly and delicately. “Come along. I might need your help deciding on what to wear today.” 

Awww shiiiit. xD

-Who cooks normally?
Probably Keket. She loves to cook up Puerto Rican dishes every week or so, and she has fun doing it. Oh, and baking. She looooves to bake. 

-How often do they fight?
I have a feeling that those two don’t really fight, but they’ll be snarky as fuck to each other and it’ll escalate into a little disagreement. But mostly snark.

-What do they do when they’re away from each other?
Phone sex. No questions asked.

-Nicknames for each other?
Hmm. For some reason, animal-related things come to mind. Keket would call Tal something like ‘Silver Fox’ or something silly like that, but pretty it up saying it in Spanish. Tal would call Keket ‘kitten’ or ‘minx’, pffft. 

-Who is more likely to pay for dinner?
Tal, but they would switch off on paying. 

-Who steals the covers at night?
Tal. And he’ll use the excuse of “You should store enough body heat with THOSE girls anyway.”

-What would they get each other for gifts?
Keket likes things like jewelry and movies/DVD box sets of TV shows (pricey bitch that I adore), and…I have no idea what Tal would want. HALP.

-Who kissed who first?
Tal.

-Who made the first move?
Keket

-Who remembers things?
I guess it depends? Keket will remember smaller things than Tal, methinks.

-Who started the relationship?
Mooost likely Keket.

-Who cusses more?
Tal, definitely. Keket doesn’t really swear, and if she does, it’s in Spanish. Or while dirty-talking, but that’s now ‘swearing’. lol

-What would they do if the other one was hurt?
Oh Jesus. Keket is a lover/nurturer, and she will go out of her way to help Tal if something were to happen to him. 

We need to develop these two mooooore. xD

He stepped out of the steaming bathroom, dried off from a shower and adorn his boxers for the evening. He closed the bathroom door behind him, and smiled at the sight of his fiancée holding their bundle of joy and singing to her a soft Spanish lullaby. It was all over; Keket had given birth to a healthy, beautiful child, and Tal was more than relieved. Nothing went wrong, and they were finally home and safe.

Aspen, they decided to name her, began to coo more and paw at her mother’s chest. Keket laughed, shrugged the sleeve of her white nightie down and guided the baby’s mouth to her nipple. She laughed more from the sheer eagerness Aspen expressed simply by her actions. Keket was so wrapped up in the bonding moment that she didn’t notice Tal leaving the bathroom doorframe and wrapping his own arms around her from behind. He rested his chin on her tanned shoulder and whispered, “She’s beautiful.” He gave her cheek a peck and continued, “Both of you are.”

Keket giggled and turned to nuzzle his nose. Only moments later did the nursing end and Aspen started to fuss. Keket looked down and then smiled. “She doesn’t even try to hide it. She’s such a daddy’s girl.” She shifted towards Tal and gently gave him the newborn. Like magic, Aspen stopped fussing and buried herself close to her father’s chest.

Tal damn near broke into tears, but he stopped himself by sighing and closing his eyes. Keket crawled back over to him and this time, she kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry, babe. She’ll be fine.”

He was going to protect his little girl, his icy-blue-eyed angel, even if it killed him. He swore to it. 

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My apologies that it’s so short and sucky, Marina! I’ll do better next time, promises!