"No, I'll clean it up later, come on, let's get it the shower," Joe smirked, pulling my hand gently.
"Alright," I gave in, leaving the kitchen a mess and followed Joe into our room and then in the bathroom.
"Leave your clothes on the ground and I'll put them in the wash later," Joe said.
"Okay," I nodded, peeling off my wet and sticky shirt and throwing it on the ground, then following with the rest of my clothing.
"You are so beautiful," Joe hummed, running his hands on the side of my body.
"Joe," I blushed, shaking my head as I took my hair out of a ponytail and ran my fingers through it.
I got in the shower as Joe finished getting undressed and then he joined me.
"My hair is so sticky," I groaned and laughed at the same time while I washed it.
"I'm sorry baby," Joe apologised.
"No, it's okay. It was fun!" I laughed.
Joe pulled me close to him, giving me a kiss.
"Come on, let's get washed," He smiled, breaking the kiss.
We finished getting ourselves washed, complete with lingering and arousing touches to each other.
"Joe," I giggled as he kissed and sucked on my neck, "You're going to leave a lovebite!"
"Good," He smirked.
We got out of the shower and dried ourselves off. I blowdried my hair while Joe went to put our clothes in the wash.
Looking in the mirror, sure enough, there was a small lovebite on my neck.
I finished drying my hair and put on a small, lacy, pyjama dress I had brought a long time ago, but only ever worn once or twice.
"D.amn," Joe teased, seeing me in my pyjamas.
"P.iss off," I laughed, playfully swatting his hands away, "Come on, we need to clean the kitchen."
"I'll do it. You lay down, I'll just be a couple of minutes," Joe said.
"Okay," I nodded, laying on the bed and getting under the comforter.
I opened my phone and went on Twitter and Instagram. I posted a selfie that Joe and I taken when we were covered in whipped cream and all messy.
"Things got a bit messy tonight!" I posted, complete with the laughing-crying emoji.
Likes and comments came flooding in and I closed the app and turned off the notifications. Being married to Joe came along with gaining a lot of followers on all of my social media pages.
I then went on Twitter and tweeted.
"I feel spoiled. Joe is cleaning the kitchen after a whipped cream war and I'm here tucked in bed."
"See, that didn't take long," Joe smiled, coming back into the room.
"Yay!" I smiled.
Joe crawled into bed next to me and gave me a kiss, only for Noah to start crying.
"Why is he awake?" Joe hummed.
"Oh God, I hope he's not sick," I groaned.
Noah's been sleeping the whole night through for a while.
I got up and went through to his room.
"Shh, what's wrong baby?" I hummed, turning on a lamp.
"Mama," Noah cried, holding on the side of the crib.
