MISS MEGAN WHAT ARE YOUR OPINIONS ON JAVIS TUM TUM?!?!?
It is perhaps one of the best tums weβre got going on out there and I have three particular moods thinking about this good good tum. Please join me:
1. Javi comes home and throws his jacket on the table before throwing himself down on the couch staring at the ceiling. You come in from the kitchen and with plates of food and set them on the coffee table to gently straddle his thighs. You lean down to give him a kiss and softly ask whag happened. He drawls on about his difficult work and the bullshit heβs dealing with while your hands rub his shoulders, biceps, chest, and finally stroke and rub tenderly on his little belly. Once heβs winded himself talking, you move back so you both can eat before you lay together on the couch watching tv, hand still lightly running along his belly.
2. You pass by the table where Javiβs case files are laid out and suddenly feel a firm slap right on your ass. You turn to see his smug smirk with a raised eyebrow as he drags on his cigarette. βAnd just what do you think youβre doing , Agent PeΓ±a? Arenβt you supposed to be doing very important work?β He taps out the bud and shrugs, standing right in front of you, mustache tickling against your cheek, βWhat if I am? What are you doing to do about that?β He gives your cheek a soft peck before meeting your eyes. Thereβs a beat of silence before you put your hand on his tum and softly squish, making Javi huff and grunt as you laugh and sprint to your shared bedroom.
3. You wake up blurrily, you really arenβt sure how long you got to rest before the sound of soft whimpers and coos wakes you. βSshh, honey, weβre okay. Why donβt we let mama sleep a bit more, hm? Sheβs too good to us, she deserves it.β Javi is laying back against the pillows, the babyβs head cradled by his arm and body softly resting on his own soft tummy. His other hand fusses with the baby blanket and strokes the little cheeks and hands with absolute fascination. βYou have a hard time sleeping, huh? Iβm sorry, thatβs probably my fault. You and I are going to drive mama insane being a couple of night owls. But you have such a good reason to be awake. Iβm stuck thinking too much, Iβm not a good man. But you? You have so many exciting things to look forward to, youβre just eager like mama, arenβt you?β You hear happy little gurgles before Javiβs warm chuckle.