“Okay, so, I was thinking, before we descend into small shit we don’t deal with that becomes bigger shit because we didn’t deal with it and it becomes a problem, I thought maybe we could make a pact to be sure we address that small shit that might become bigger shit.”
“Okay,” he said slowly.
“Now, I’ll preface this by saying, I know you’re super into sports.”
Another ass squeeze and a murmured, “Baby,” told me he knew where this was going.
I still took it there.
“But I’m kinda not.”
“I hear you,” he said softly.
“I also don’t have the TV on all the time.”
He nodded.
“I like to listen to music. I also like quiet. Not that I don’t like TV. You know I do. I just don’t like it on all the time.”
“Right.”
“This doesn’t mean I’m never down to watch sports. Just that I don’t want to have it the soundtrack of my life every night. So I have a small pad, and you probably don’t want to miss games, but you don’t have anywhere to go so you can watch them without me having to watch or just hear them. Your pad is bigger, but ditto with that. So, um…we need to figure this out.”
“NFL games, maybe not sacrosanct, but I look forward all year, if I don’t have to work, to chilling out and watching them. That’s a thing for me.”
“Okay.”
“World Series, NBA playoffs, March Madness, also things.”
Oh boy.
These occasions were stacking up.
I nodded.
“And I don’t like to miss any of the tennis grand slam finals.”
This just kept getting worse.
I bit my lip.
Knox slid his hands up my back. “Baby, none of those are more important than you.”
I relaxed.
“You got something on when a game is on, and you want me with you, I’m there,” he stated. “You got something you wanna watch, we can discuss who’s gonna tape and watch later. You don’t want it always on in the house, I can go to one of the guys’ houses and watch or round up some buds and go to a bar. This is doable.”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“You aren’t gonna be a sports widow.”
He said that so firmly, it was like the words were etched between us.
My guy was the greatest guy alive.
I touched my hat, lifted my foot and touched my heel.
Then I said, “You’re the best, Knox Chambers.”
