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“I don’t have a computer anymore. Mom took it when she emptied the house out. I had a desktop.”
“We’ll have to see about getting you one,” he stated.
“Trey—” I started, but Trey cut me off.
“Tylar, there are certain things with me that are non-negotiable. This is one. If you refuse to go back to Atlanta with me, I can’t force you. But I have to be able to communicate with you. Your phone needs updating and you need a laptop too. I'll buy these for you, end of conversation. Come kiss me good night.”
“Aren’t you coming to bed, Trey?”
He was sprawled on the loveseat, his shoes off with his feet crossed resting on the coffee table. “I’ve got some emails to answer, and then I’ll be up,” he said, tugging my hand with his so that I was right next to the love seat. I bent down and kissed him.
“Don’t be too long,” I said, brushing my hand against his crotch suggestively. My second trimester hormones were raging and I'd plans for them. I skipped on up the stairs to my room. I had no problem falling asleep once my head hit the pillow. I felt safe knowing that Trey was in my home, and that he would be next to me in bed.
I woke when I felt him beside me. He was snuggled up against me; his arms enfolded me to him. I could feel his steady heartbeat against me. His hands were gently rubbing my neck and my hair.
“Don’t ever leave me, Tylar.” It was barely a whisper; I couldn’t be sure it was even said. I wasn’t about to ask. I smiled peacefully. He pulled the covers up over us. We slept naked, our limbs entangled with each other for the rest of the night.
My alarm went off precisely at 7:30 a.m. as usual. I stretched languidly in the warm covers of my bed, still naked and it felt good against my sheets. Trey wasn't in bed beside me. I hadn’t felt him leave the bed. A feeling of panic hit me and I called out his name.
I heard steps in the hallway; Trey poked his head in. The lower half of his face was covered with shaving cream. A towel was wrapped around his hips. “I’m right here,” he said. His hair was damp and tousled from his shower.
I tried to pretend that the panic I felt when I awoke and he was gone from my bed had not driven me to call out his name. He was still watching me, waiting for me to say something. “I was just wondering what you’re going to do today while I’m at work?” That was a plausible inquiry.
“I’m planning on working from here. I’ve got my phone and laptop. I’m going to see about getting our reservations for the trip. Now get your sexy ass out of bed and get ready. I’ll have your breakfast waiting.” He flashed a grin and left my room.
I stretched again, rifling my hands through my tousled hair and reluctantly scooted out of bed. I shrugged into my pink robe and tied the belt around my waist. I sorted through the clothes hanging in my closet, deciding on my work outfit. I showered and dressed quickly, applying just a hint of makeup.
Downstairs I could hear Trey banging around in the kitchen, and a few mumbled curses floated up to my ears as I descended the staircase. What now? He was dressed in black jeans that looked heavenly on his perfect, masculine body. He had on a grey long-sleeved Henley shirt. His hair was still damp. He wore nothing on his feet but socks.
“You need to go to the grocery,” he commented.
The source of his irritation was plainly evident now. He'd flung cupboards open in search of food. It appeared he'd found my lone box of Rice Chex and had poured me a bowlful. The milk was on the table, along with silverware and a small glass of orange juice. This was my normal breakfast. I didn’t see a problem.
“Thanks,” I said, cheerfully, taking my place at the table. I poured milk on the cereal looking up at him as I took my first spoonful.
“This is what you eat for breakfast every day?”
“Uh yeah, why?”
“Tylar, this is hardly a substantial breakfast, particularly during pregnancy,” he chastised me. “You see, this is exactly why you need to be with me in Atlanta,” he said, irritated.
This was exactly why I shouldn’t be with him in Atlanta, I thought to myself. “Trey, let’s not argue about what I eat for breakfast, please? It’s not good for the baby.”
“What?” he asked, puzzled. “What’re you talking about?”
“I’ve read up on pregnancy. Babies are much more aware of things going on in utero than you might think. For example, babies can start hearing things at 18 weeks and respond to sounds. I know that I’m a few weeks away from that, but I'm trying to get into the habit of not raising my voice, or being verbally combative. When this baby is born, I certainly don’t want him or her to thinkI’mthe harsh parent.”
Trey cocked his eyebrow at my insinuation. I saw a hint of a smile cross his lips. “Then Tylar, I suggest we stop fucking,” he replied, a look of sincere concern on his handsome face. “I’d hate for our child to hear some of the things that Mommy screams when Daddy hits her special spot.” He was unable to contain his laughter when he saw that I finally realized he was teasing. I had to laugh as well. It was so seldom Trey was playful with me and I loved it.
I gave him a kiss before leaving, telling him that I'd be home right after work. Fortunately the day flew by. I finished updating all of the files, and was able to close three out that were finally at $0 balance. Everyone was energized about the long Thanksgiving weekend.
When I pulled into the driveway at home, my butterflies surged at the thought of seeing Trey. The front door was open. Trey was busy in the living room programming my new phone. “Hey you,” he said with a smile as I entered. “Your phone's ready,” he said, handing it to me. “Let me show you how everything works.” He'd added my phone to his service plan.
“Trey,” I said, “it’s not that I don’t appreciate everything you’ve done here. But I have money saved up. I'd feel better if you'd let me reimburse you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Tylar,” he snapped. I'd hit that nerve again. “I explained this to you last night. These are the conditions that allow you to stay here instead of coming back to Atlanta with me.”
Ahem—Conditions?
