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“But will you?”
“Yeah.” I sighed and touched my forehead to hers. She ran her fingers up over my temple and into my hair.
“We’ll schedule an appointment with the OB/GYN on Monday. Chelsea said she thought she could get me in quickly—it’s her doctor.”
I nodded, and Tria leaned her cheek against my shoulder.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “Everything is all right.”
I wished I could believe her, but I settled for faking it during dessert. We went back to Michael’s house, and the two of them quickly excused themselves to the movies.
Subtle.
“Are you okay?” Tria asked as I pulled off my shirt and dropped it on the floor. She came up behind me, picked it up, and shoved it into the hamper.
“I’m okay,” I said. Before she could say anything else, I latched onto her arm and pulled her toward me. I buried my face in her neck and snaked my arms around her. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” she asked.
“For being an ass,” I replied. “And for throwing clothes on the floor.”
“You are a slob,” she agreed.
“Sorry.” I pulled her tighter against me, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I felt her fingers running through the hair on the back of my head.
“You really need a haircut.”
“I don’t have much reason to get one right now,” I said. “I’m not fighting, so I don’t think anyone’s going to pull it.”
Tria tugged gently at the strands.
“Yeah, but when you do it, I just get turned on,” I said with a laugh. I picked her up and dropped her down on the bed. I crawled over her and started nipping at her neck.
“You’re tickling!” she cried out.
“I know,” I said with a smile. I stopped and leaned back enough to get a good look at her. “My wife.”
Tria smiled, and her cheeks turned red.
“Kind of weird, isn’t it?”
“I don’t really feel any different,” I admitted. I tucked my head back against her neck. “You know I’ve been yours since I first saw you.”
“Have you now?”
I nodded.
Tria’s fingers moved around my back and shoulders.
“I love you,” she said quietly.
“I love you more,” I replied.
She giggled.
“I changed my name for you,” she countered.
“Hmm…Mrs. Teague. I do like that.”
