Morning cracks
1082 Words
After they drove into their apartment compound, Xavier parked the car. The moment they stepped out, Adira turned to him with a soft smile.
“Baby, I’m just grateful you’re nothing like your brother,” she said.
Xavier smiled, his eyes warm. “What more would I want,” he teased, “when I have all this?”
His hands slid from her waist to her bum, grabbing it gently as he leaned in and kissed her. Adira laughed softly against his lips.
“Baby, we’re outside,” she said playfully.
Instead of answering, Xavier bent down and lifted her in a bridal style. She gasped, holding onto his neck as he carried her inside, laughing and kissing her all the way.
He took her straight to the bedroom.
The door barely closed before they were kissing again slow, deep, hungry kisses. Clothes came off bit by bit, hands exploring, learning, reminding. His touch sent shivers through her body, and she responded without holding back.
Soft moans filled the room as the heat between them grew stronger. The world outside disappeared. It was just them, wrapped in desire, trust, and the comfort of love.
That night, everything felt right.
The morning light crept softly into Adira and Xavier’s apartment, slipping through the thin opening between the curtains. The city of Haverly was already awake, but inside the bedroom, time felt slow.
Adira and Xavier were still asleep, tangled in each other’s arms. The sheets were warm. Their breathing was calm. Everything felt peaceful.
Her phone suddenly started ringing.
Once.
Twice.
Adira groaned softly and buried her face deeper into Xavier’s chest. She was too tired to move. The phone kept ringing, vibrating against the bedside table.
“Baby…” Xavier murmured sleepily.
She didn’t respond.
“Baby,” he called again, tapping her arm lightly. “Your phone.”
Adira shifted, stretched lazily, and reached out blindly for her phone without opening her eyes. She answered without checking the caller.
“Hello…” she said, her voice thick with sleep.
“Dee, there’s a problem,” Thalia’s voice came through the phone, tense and rushed.
Adira frowned, still half asleep. “What is it?” she asked quietly.
“I can’t get a cake,” Thalia said quickly. “All the baking shops I’ve tried are saying they can’t deliver on time. And Mrs Bianca’s photoshoot is today.”
That statement hit Adira like cold water.
She sat up immediately.
“Wait. Wait. Wait,” she said sharply, rubbing her eyes. “What do you mean you can’t get a cake?”
She swung her legs off the bed. “What photoshoot? I thought you told me yesterday that you already got the cake.”
There was silence on the line for a second.
“Thalia?” Adira snapped.
“Err… I did, but”
“But what?” Adira interrupted, her voice rising. “Thalia, oh my God. The photoshoot is in a few hours. What is this?”
Xavier sat up now, fully awake, watching her closely.
“I’m sorry,” Thalia said hurriedly. “I’ll keep trying.”
“Trying?” Adira repeated, panic creeping into her voice. “This is not something you try. This is something you finish.”
“I’m really sorry,” Thalia said again, her voice shaking.
The call ended.
Adira stood still, staring at her phone, anger and stress crashing into her all at once.
Xavier got out of bed and walked toward her. “What happened?” he asked gently.
“She forgot the cake,” Adira said, her voice tight. “A whole photoshoot. A high profile client. And she forgot the cake.”
She ran a hand through her hair. “This is bad.”
Xavier placed his hands on her shoulders. “Hey,” he said softly. “Breathe.”
She exhaled shakily. “I trusted her with this.”
“I know,” he said. “But panicking won’t solve it.”
Adira turned to him. “You don’t understand. If this goes wrong, it reflects on me. My name. My business.”
Xavier nodded. “Then let’s fix it.”
She looked at him. “How?”
“We’ll find a solution,” he said calmly. “Together.”
Adira closed her eyes for a moment, then nodded. “I need to get dressed.”
Minutes later, she was pacing the room, already dressed, making calls, scribbling notes, thinking fast. Xavier watched her, admiring how she switched into work mode so quickly.
This was Adira Blake focused, driven, unstoppable.
But even the strongest people had weak mornings.
Her phone buzzed again. She picked it up instantly
She called Thalia back
Any luck, she asked
“No luck yet,” Thalia said weakly. “I’m still trying.”
The call ended.
Adira stared at her phone. Her chest felt tight. Her eyes burned. She sank onto the edge of the bed, completely frustrated.
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered, her voice breaking.
Tears gathered in her eyes. She hated crying, but this time she couldn’t help it.
By then, Xavier was already in the bathroom, shaving. When he heard her voice, he dropped the razor and rushed out, his face still wet.
“Hey… hey,” he said softly, walking to her.
He knelt in front of her, lifted her face gently, and kissed her forehead. Then her cheeks. Then her lips.
“Baby, calm down,” he said, holding her. “We’ll fix it.”
She sniffed. “I’m trying, but everything is going wrong.”
He thought for a moment, then said, “ You know what, what if we use cupcakes instead? Small ones. We can use it to design the client’s name .”
She froze.
“Do you understand?” he asked.
Slowly, her eyes widened. She looked up at him.
“Baby…” she said softly. “That’s an idea.”
Her face lit up. “Yes. Yes! We can do that.”
She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, full of relief and gratitude.
“I love you,” she said quickly as she stood up, grabbing her bag. “I’ll be back.”
She rushed out of the room, already dialing a number.
Xavier smiled to himself and walked back to the mirror. He picked up his razor and continued shaving, shaking his head lightly.
That was Adira emotional, strong, and unstoppable once she found her way.
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