Being With Brooklyn

28. Hot and Cold

My hair was a mess. I looked at the clock. It's one in the morning. I can't believe I didn't notice how late it was. "Tired?" Hudson asked.

I shook my head. "Strangely. No." I sighed. "On the bright side, it's Christmas eve eve."

Hudson stared at me like I just explained that there was thirteen states in America. "What the hell did you just say?" He asked.

"Christmas eve eve." I repeated. "The day before Christmas Eve."

Hudson Shook his head. "So, what does that make yesterday?"

"December twenty-second."

"Alright, whatever." I watched as He ran a hand through his hair and slumped into the couch. "I'll watch one more movie with you, and then we're going to bed."

"What if i'm not tired?" I asked. I Wasn't. At all. I was shocked because this wasn't a result from coffee.

"Oh, you're going to bed." Hudson told me. "I'm tired and it's way past your bedtime." I rolled my eyes. You've got to be kidding me.

"Are we back to this again?" I asked.

"I just think it's cute when you scrunch your nose up, being all defensive." I rolled my eyes once again.

"I have an Idea." I stated. Hudson once again ran a hand through his dark hair.

He groaned. "Brooklyn, can I just go to bed?" I shook my head, nope. The night is still young, plus I'm not tired.

"Nope." I stood up from the couch.

I started making my way over back to the kitchen. "I am going to make eggnog." I told Hudson.

"Fine, just try not to set fire to anything." I've noticed that I've been in the kitchen a lot lately.

"You know one day, I'm going to become such a great Cook, better than you."

"Who's going to teach you, sweetheart?"

"Certainly not you. You suck as a chef." I mumbled. Of course he didn't, but I needed to tear down his ego just a bit.

Hudson heard me and stood from the couch now staring me down in the kitchen. "I know you did not just say i'm a terrible cook." I shrugged.

"I know It, I was thinking It, I said it." Hudson made his way into the kitchen.

As he came over, I already knew what he was going to do. "Nope, stay back." I held up my hand to keep distance.

He opened his arms. "I just want a hug from my wife." He told me as he moved closer.

I shook my head. My bottom has been pinched enough for the last seven days. "Hudson, seriously, get away from me."

He still stepped forward and I already knew I was going to lose. "Come here, Brooklyn." I shook my head frantically.

"No." I stated sharply as he moved forward. "Hudson, No!" I squealed when he came forward and wrapped me in a suffocating grip.

Oh my god.

As he squeezed the very soul out of my body, he lifted me into the air- so I assumed. I couldn't feel the floor.

"Hudson put me down." I choked out.

"I'm sorry, what did you say about my cooking?" He asked.

I laughed. "You're so dramatic, put me down." I chuckled.

"Oh, so I'm a bad cook and I'm dramatic?" He asked sarcastically. "Tell me when you've had enough."

"I've had enough." I was able to talk like a regular person. Again, but Hudson still wouldn't put me down.