because I expect anything, you know that right?" Then there was nothing but silence. "I did some research on the internet and know there's several weeks’ recovery. Not that that was the reason why I researched it. I mean, I just wanted to know more about the whole thing. You know?"
"Ah, yeah. So, I'll see you in a few?"
"Yeah. I'm on my way."
"Okay, see ya' then."
"Bye, Jess."
When I hung up I rounded up my already pressed uniform and everything else for work. I was going to feel like shit after not getting any sleep, but that was a problem for the morning. I had more important things to do tonight.
Chapter Nine
Jess
I rushed around the house, looking for anything out of place while I waited for Tyler. Finally I heard his knock.
I looked down at my rumpled pajamas and wondered if I should have changed. Oh hell, too late now. Not like changing would help my red face and eyes, from crying for hours.
I pulled the ultrasound photo from my pajama pocket and decided to quickly hide it in my purse where there was no chance Tyler would see it.
Opening the door, I'd swear the man was hotter than he'd been the last time I’d seen him. Maybe I just wasn't used to seeing him in his pajamas, and they looked so cute on him. So domesticated in the blue plaid bottoms and white tee. He looked nervous and antsy when he came into the living room. He glanced over at the blank television set before he asked, "Watching TV in bed?"
"Yeah. That okay? We can watch in here if you'd rather?" I felt so strange being in the same room with him. Knowing I had lied to him. Knowing his children were a part of me too, and he didn't know it. And Jesus he looked so good that even after everything I wanted him so bad I couldn't stand it. But that wouldn’t be happening for a while. Weeks apparently, since he thought I'd had a surgical procedure recently.
I bit my lip and considered just telling him, but my brain screamed no . If I told him, then I'd never know if he was with me because he wanted to be or because of the babies. I'd seen friend's marry men for the same reason, and only end up miserable. And of course my wonderful parents had done the same damn thing.
"Bed's fine. Are you really okay?" he asked when I continued to stand in the living room in a daze.
"Yeah, come on. Do you want anything to eat or drink?" I asked, like a good little hostess when we walked past the kitchen.
"No, thanks."
I led the way past Jonathan's closed door to my bedroom. The TV was still paused where I'd left it, so I crawled up on the side I normally slept on in my queen sized bed, the one closest to the door. My eyes stayed on Tyler as he toed his shoes off on the other side of the room then climbed up in the bed and stretched out. He held his arm out for me to curl up beside him, and I smiled before accepting. Tucking me against his side he pulled the covers over us. Remote in hand, I hit play to start the show.
Tyler was so warm and smelled so clean and delicious, my body automatically wrapped around his. How strange was it that I couldn't sleep before he got here, but with his comfort I felt myself drifting off before the GoT theme song went off?
...
A cell phone ringing startled me awake. I threw my arm out to the nightstand, feeling around for mine, but when I grabbed it and squinted at it in the darkness there was nothing on the screen. Huh. The sound came from the other side of the room again. I finally remembered Tyler had spent the night and it was his phone.
"Sorry," he said, his voice all rumbly from sleep. "Set the alarm so I wouldn't oversleep."
"Ugh, you have to be at work this early? That sucks."
"Yeah, it seriously does." He stretched across the bed and gave me a quick kiss. "I'm going to go on and take a shower at the station. I'll text or call you later, okay?"
I couldn't help my smile or the fluttering in my stomach. "Okay."
"Would you want to go to dinner with me tonight?"
"Yeah, sure," I said automatically, then my eyes
"Ah, yeah. So, I'll see you in a few?"
"Yeah. I'm on my way."
"Okay, see ya' then."
"Bye, Jess."
When I hung up I rounded up my already pressed uniform and everything else for work. I was going to feel like shit after not getting any sleep, but that was a problem for the morning. I had more important things to do tonight.
Chapter Nine
Jess
I rushed around the house, looking for anything out of place while I waited for Tyler. Finally I heard his knock.
I looked down at my rumpled pajamas and wondered if I should have changed. Oh hell, too late now. Not like changing would help my red face and eyes, from crying for hours.
I pulled the ultrasound photo from my pajama pocket and decided to quickly hide it in my purse where there was no chance Tyler would see it.
Opening the door, I'd swear the man was hotter than he'd been the last time I’d seen him. Maybe I just wasn't used to seeing him in his pajamas, and they looked so cute on him. So domesticated in the blue plaid bottoms and white tee. He looked nervous and antsy when he came into the living room. He glanced over at the blank television set before he asked, "Watching TV in bed?"
"Yeah. That okay? We can watch in here if you'd rather?" I felt so strange being in the same room with him. Knowing I had lied to him. Knowing his children were a part of me too, and he didn't know it. And Jesus he looked so good that even after everything I wanted him so bad I couldn't stand it. But that wouldn’t be happening for a while. Weeks apparently, since he thought I'd had a surgical procedure recently.
I bit my lip and considered just telling him, but my brain screamed no . If I told him, then I'd never know if he was with me because he wanted to be or because of the babies. I'd seen friend's marry men for the same reason, and only end up miserable. And of course my wonderful parents had done the same damn thing.
"Bed's fine. Are you really okay?" he asked when I continued to stand in the living room in a daze.
"Yeah, come on. Do you want anything to eat or drink?" I asked, like a good little hostess when we walked past the kitchen.
"No, thanks."
I led the way past Jonathan's closed door to my bedroom. The TV was still paused where I'd left it, so I crawled up on the side I normally slept on in my queen sized bed, the one closest to the door. My eyes stayed on Tyler as he toed his shoes off on the other side of the room then climbed up in the bed and stretched out. He held his arm out for me to curl up beside him, and I smiled before accepting. Tucking me against his side he pulled the covers over us. Remote in hand, I hit play to start the show.
Tyler was so warm and smelled so clean and delicious, my body automatically wrapped around his. How strange was it that I couldn't sleep before he got here, but with his comfort I felt myself drifting off before the GoT theme song went off?
...
A cell phone ringing startled me awake. I threw my arm out to the nightstand, feeling around for mine, but when I grabbed it and squinted at it in the darkness there was nothing on the screen. Huh. The sound came from the other side of the room again. I finally remembered Tyler had spent the night and it was his phone.
"Sorry," he said, his voice all rumbly from sleep. "Set the alarm so I wouldn't oversleep."
"Ugh, you have to be at work this early? That sucks."
"Yeah, it seriously does." He stretched across the bed and gave me a quick kiss. "I'm going to go on and take a shower at the station. I'll text or call you later, okay?"
I couldn't help my smile or the fluttering in my stomach. "Okay."
"Would you want to go to dinner with me tonight?"
"Yeah, sure," I said automatically, then my eyes
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