I DO NOT OWN ANYONE OR ANYTHING IN THIS STORY BESIDES THE OC'S.
Tuesday-
Meg's Point of View-
I sat at the dining room table as I flicked my pen having it hit the end of it against the table with every flick of my wrist as I was looking over my resume. For once I had finally got an interview tomorrow of all days and wish it was this morning instead so that I could have spent more time with Roman. But I knew that Roman would go with tomorrow and stay in the car for support. With every car that drove by, it drew my attention away from correcting whatever that needed correcting on my resume. Soon enough I found myself standing in front of the window looking out the open blinds with my arms crossed over my chest anxiously awaiting for Roman to get home. I finally saw the headlights pull into the driveway recognizing the car before I smiled happily heading towards the door and pulled it open as I moved out onto the front porch leaning against the post that held the roof up. I watched as Roman climbed out of the car, he stood between his door and the frame of the car smiling.
"Hey baby, I see you made it home in one piece considering whose driving." I said with a chuckle and loud enough for him to hear.
"Hey, I'm not that bad of a driver." Dean said offensively and he even let out a chuckle as he climbed out. I pushed myself off the post heading towards the car to greet them.
"How was the tour?" I asked giving Dean a hug, Dean turned it into a very tight hug feeling his firm rock hard body pressing against mine holding back a moan that wanted to come out desperately.
"Alright, big boy over there got busted open." Dean said as he nodded towards Roman.
"What?" I asked concerned and worried as Roman gave Dean a killer look as I made my way around the car looking at the gash over his eyebrow that was stitched back up. "Oh Roman…" I said as I wanted to touch it but couldn't.
"Its fine, they will remove the stitches Friday and I can continue to perform." Roman said as I couldn't help but to stare at it. Roman cupped my face forcing me to stare into his eyes opposed to the scar across his eyebrow. "Don't you worry buttercup, I'm alright." Roman said as he leaned in giving me a kiss, "Now I got my welcome home kiss…come on, Dean needs to get going." Roman said as I nodded as he wrapped an arm around me leading me to the trunk where he grabbed his belongings as I led him into the house waving good-bye to Dean. "What are you working on out here? It obviously wasn't our hot cocoa and popcorn." Roman said as he moved his suitcases aside. He walked over to the papers on the table and all I could do was lean against the doorframe. "Your resumes, what's this for?" Roman asked as he looked to me questionably.
"I finally got a job interview tomorrow." I said nervously biting at my bottom lip unsure of how he was going to take the news.
"That's great. But why did you stay up late waiting for me? You should be getting some rest to be fully rested for this interview." Roman said as I shrugged.
"I needed to finish this though." I said as I glanced to the resume as Roman smirked.
"Let me put my bags up and I'll help you." Roman said before he gave me a quick kiss then did just that. I sat at the table staring at the paper in front of me writing down a few notes before Roman pulled a chair up next to me sliding into it as he stared at the paper over my shoulder. "May I look?" Roman asked as I nodded. I handed the paper to him as he looked it over seeing him mark a few things. "Fix those things then I think it'll be great." Roman said as I nodded. I went to my laptop that was on standby, moving the mouse to wake the screen back up making the changes to my resume printing it out again. I looked over the newly printed paper seeing how the new changes made it look better than it was. I turned the laptop off and carried the paper out to where Roman still sat at the dining room table with his phone in hand. "Dean made it home safely, I'm hungry…have you ate?" Roman asked.
"Yeah, I ate but I can get a little snack. But first can you tell me how this looks?" I asked as Roman took the paper that I had handed him. Roman looked over nodding as he read.
"Much better, think this will help get you that job." Roman said as he handed it back to me as I smiled. I put the paper to rest onto the dining room hopefully for me to remember it as we headed out of the house in the morning. I walked into the kitchen with Roman as he began to cook himself a meal type food as I just made myself a small bowl of fruit. Roman pulled out his phone looking at it then putting it back into his pocket, I was happy he was ignoring whatever or whoever it was that just made his phone alarm. Instead of moving our meals to the table, we both climbed onto the kitchen counter talking to each other as we ate the food we just made ourselves. Neither of us had done this before but it was good bonding time, I loved it. After I finished my fruit I slid off the counter rinsing the bowl before putting it into the dishwasher. "I'm going to bed." I stated as I turned to Roman.
"I'll be right in." Roman said as I nodded. I headed towards the bedroom, I went into the closet changing into my pajamas before I looked over my wardrobe trying to find the perfect outfit for the interview and I figured I'll worry about it in the morning. I headed out of the closet seeing Roman stepping into the room putting his wallet and phone onto the night stand, I walked around the bed sliding into my side of the bed as I stared at the closet door waiting for Roman to join me as Roman's phone was vibrating again, I thought all this was going to come to an end. My question was more of why on earth was she texting this late at night? If she was just a business client, she won't be texting him around the clock much less past 9 PM and here it was close to midnight. I really wanted to call him out on it but I didn't want to go to bed angry but nor did I want this on my mind because I know it will bug me enough where it will be hard for me to sleep. Roman walked out of the closet in nothing but just his boxer shorts, which he was always sexy in, he flicked the light off in the closet before he headed towards the bed sliding into the bed with me.
"Roman…why does this girl text you all hours of the night? If she is just a business client, it's kind of weird she texts you this late." I stated softly as I glanced up at him as I was waiting for his answer.
"It's nothing else but business, okay? I get it is weird she texts me this late baby but you have to trust me with this."
"No, I'm not trusting this whole thing Roman. From what I have been seeing, all you two have been doing is talking and nothing more at this gym even though you are supposed to be training her and she is texting you at all hours of the night which only 'friends' do or people that are romantically involved." I began to get mad that he was trying to push it off.
"Why don't you trust me Meg? She texts me throughout the night because she gets night cravings and wants to know what the healthier snacks are or she is at the gym and needs help with what machine to use tonight." Roman began to try to explain things.
"I still don't believe it Roman, maybe you should do more than talk to her at the gym because this whole texting you this late at night is getting old and making it hard on me to trust and believe you Roman. I'm going to go sleep in the guest room." I said as I got up from our bed heading into the guest room with the belongings I need for the night, mainly my phone and its charger, to the guest bedroom where I made camp for the night. I plugged my phone in before I cuddled under the blankets that were on the guest bed that we hadn't used since I had first moved into here. I laid there staring at the wall angry and upset right now when I heard Roman's footsteps across the hall as I moved to be able to look seeing his figure in the doorframe.
"Meg, look…I'm sorry okay? I'm tired, in pain…you're absolutely right, she shouldn't be contacting me this late at night and I'll talk to her tomorrow about it because you are right, being professional this is not the time to be working." Roman said as I looked at him from where I laid. I sat up staring at him wanting to trust him about talking to her as he walked further into the room. "I'm sorry baby, I hate you being upset and mad at me…and I can't sleep alone, I want to cuddle you and need some kind of security." Roman said as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Alright baby, but I swear to god if she continues texting you tomorrow night I will have to find other arrangements because you aren't telling the whole truth." I said as Roman nodded.
"I completely understand." Roman said as he smirked, "You coming back to bed?" Roman asked as I let out a sigh, I wanted to say no because I needed to stand my ground but I knew that neither of us would get good sleep without the other because it would be torturous knowing he was just in the other room.
"Yeah." I said as I slid out of the bed making the bed back-up before grabbing my phone and charger going back to the master bedroom where I plugged my phone back in and set my phone down on the nightstand on my side of the bed and his phone hadn't gone off since I had re-entered the room. I climbed back into the bed getting comfortable as I waited for Roman who had entered the bathroom. "There are some Tylenol in the medicine cabinet." I stated loudly for him to hear as Roman had come into the bedroom carrying the bottle.
"How'd you know that is what I was going for?" Roman asked.
"I kind of figured, did you get a concussion with that or just the gash?" I asked.
"Just the gash, they said I may get a few headaches due to the impact and its location but I'll be fine and I'm just happy it wasn't something more serious." Roman said as he popped the bottle open taking two of the pills within the bottle before closing the bottle. Roman headed back into the bathroom before he had returned to the bedroom sliding into the bed with me, I scooted closer to his embrace feeling his arms wrap around my body holding me tight to him. My head curled against the curve of his neck and I could hear his heart beat echo through his chest softly which I always enjoyed hearing opposed to the vibrations from his phone that had seemed to stop by now.
