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“You’re the biggest part of this new me, the man who can see where the real issue lies.” I bite my lip and smirk, between the hot water, his strong body wrapped around me, I feel warm, welcomed, I feel like I’m home. Trey is my home.
“You’re way too smooth, you know that?” I feel the heaviness dissipate, becoming non-existent, and for the first time since Trey and I have been together, I feel like things are looking up. I can’t help but feel like we’re going to finally get our happy ending.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask one more time, now that I’m looking into his eyes. I need to see him say it, feel his words, brand myself with his surety.
“It hurt, no doubt that shit hurt, but tonight I remembered that I’m better off without her, and I already have a beautiful, perfect, nurturing mother, I don’t need Gwen.” He refers to Kathy and I smile big.
“You’re changing, becoming such a strong, confident man, I’m so happy that I get to see you win your wars.” I kiss the underside of his jaw and we sit back and relax, enjoying the company of each other. This night ended way better than I thought it would. I’m so dang happy that Kathy saved the day, she really is a saint.
WHAT A PEACEFUL WEEK TREY and I have finally had. No drama, no separation. Nothing but him and I, healing together. I sigh a deep breath of relief.
I leave Trey asleep in my bed, then make my way out to the kitchen, I need ginger ale. I woke up feeling light-headed and nauseated, probably due to the late night love fest Trey and I had. He ruled my body in ways that only Vikings should. Strong, demanding, controlling, and so dang good. My muscles still ache. I threw up this morning against my will, I tried hard to fight it off, but it didn’t work. So ergo, ginger ale.
“Morning, sis.” Entering the kitchen, I’m greeted by my half dressed brother, I mean I shouldn’t be shocked, it’s become a regular thing—Lana and my brother hooking up.
“Hey, Lana still asleep?” I look to the clock above the stove and see it’s just after seven.
He nods, pouring himself some coffee then setting out to cook himself his egg whites. My brother eats so much but he takes care of his body, his muscular physique always seeming flawless. “Yeah, she was feeling sick all night.”
“Her and I both. Maybe it’s a bug?” If we both aren’t feeling good, then it must mean something. Today is the first day with our new, fully trained staff working the store. Lana and I decided we want to have three days off a week, hiring some extra hands at the store to help out.
“That’s shitty.” I open the fridge, searching for a can of ginger ale, thanking my lucky stars we still have some left from our last bout with sickness. When the door shuts, Kingston is on me like white on rice. Kissing my forehead with his lips, checking my temperature the old fashioned way.
“Okay, Grandpa, I’m fine, just a little upset stomach.” He shakes me off with the wave of his hand as I bat at his chest, pushing him away.
“Maybe you should go see a doctor?” he pushes, finally giving us space so he can scramble the egg whites.
“I have an appointment today to get my PCOS looked at, I have a pap smear.”
“Okay, TMI. I don’t need to know details. But make sure you tell him you aren’t feeling well,” he warns, pointing at me with the spatula. I roll my eyes, pulling a glass out of the cupboard.
“Kingston, he’s an ob-gyn, he doesn’t do stomach flu. Relax, I’m sure it’ll pass fast, I’m already feeling a little better, just dizzy.”
“I’m taking Lana to the doctor and if she has the flu, I’m going to make you go in and get medicine too, you probably both caught the same thing, you fucking germ balls,” he teases.
“We only share germs with you guys, so who are the nasty ones.” Just like that, I see him physically cringe.
“Ew, you’re done.” I chuckle over my shoulder, loving that the thought of Trey and I having sex repulses my man-slut brother.
“Whatever, you’re a bigger whore than me, I’m gonna shower, love you, bubba!” I walk down the hall, catching him mumbling under his breath. I chuckle and quietly enter the bedroom, making sure I don’t wake my love bug.
I WAS ABLE TO GET a shower in and start my makeup by the time he woke up, his sexy hair and sleepy face smiling at me in the bathroom mirror was the best thing to see first thing in the morning. We’re back.
Now we’re in the car, on our way to my appointment. I’m dressed in some dark skinny jeans that felt way too tight this morning. I will admit, I may not be as lucky as I thought with my metabolism, I might need to start hitting the gym—ugh. I finished off my look with a loose white tee and an army green jacket. My hair gathered into a messy ponytail and my makeup very neutral and light.
Of course, I feel like a bag of potatoes next to Trey, he looks so damn handsome in so
me shorts, Chucks, and a black V-neck—yum.
“You look so handsome while I look like a bag of dicks.” The sentence flies out of my mouth like word vomit and we both look at each other in shock.
“Did you just say that?” he asks, throwing his head back laughing before running his hand through his hair.
“Yeah, that was weird, I don’t know where that came from,” I admit, that was unlike me.
“Well, while it was funny and random, it was also untrue, you look beautiful, baby.” His sweet compliment isn’t something rare or foreign, but something about it today makes me feel something deep. I instantly start to cry, causing him to panic.
“Shayla! What’s wrong?”
