I was mad at Tyson for the rest of the day but I didn't show it until we actually got home and I didn't say a word to him for the rest of the night. I got the kids ready for bed, got myself ready for bed, and didn't wait up for Tyson like I did sometimes. It really irks me that that man cannot just listen to reason: I know I'm not asking too much from him. Just a straight up jackass.

Tyson didn't say anything to me when he finally came to bed but he did give me a kiss on my cheek as a way of saying goodnight. He laid next to me in bed and went right to sleep as I continued to lie on my side and finally was able to sleep myself.

It was about time for us to head back to the states and I spent an entire day making sure I had every single thing packed up for the return trip. Things went smoothly as I did so, thankfully. I visited my parents again then visited my in-laws and the next day I was right back home and ready to dance.

I had planned out my new outfit I wanted to wear for the special event and decided to make my own because why not? I was about to head out of the door when Tyson asked me where I was headed to.

Shit.

"I'm going to get some fabric," I responded. My hand on the door, I looked back to see Tyson looking at me with a poker face look. I knew in my spirit he wanted to talk to me so I said what was on his mind for him: "You wanna talk?"

"Yes."

"Is Don going to watch the kids while they're napping?"

"Yes he is."

"Let's go then."

"You know what? I feel like you listen but you also don't listen. It's like you know what I say and you know how I feel about something but then you're like "Yeah, well I think you're just overreacting" or some bullshit!"

"I feel like I'm in the twilight zone with you! Damn you need to see things from my point of view as well, Tia. It's not about your feelings all the time!"

"I never said it was, Tyson! But we're gonna have to come to an agreement about some things and you can't override what I say."

"I knew this shit would happen and I don't why I didn't stay my stupid ass home."

"I don't know why we're arguing in the damn first place. It's a back and forth thing with you sometimes."

"Our therapist was right: we really need to work on agreeing with each other when it comes to certain things and stop arguing. This is absurd."

"You are absurd, you stupid asshole."

"No: you're the stupid asshole."

"Are we home yet?"

"I'm about five minutes away from the house so I can get out of the car quickly and as soon as possible."

"Good."

I'm sure Don was wondering where the hell we went because we didn't get out of the car once we arrived at home. We continued to sit in the car while the darkness of the night consumed us. I was still irritated with Tyson and I still wanted to say what was on my mind.

"I don't understand why we're even arguing: if I say I don't want the kids to eat popcorn, why do you feel the need to argue with me about it?"

"Because I know the kids eating popcorn isn't the end of the world, Tia. You're acting like I'm giving the kids some damn whiskey or a cigarette and said fuck it."

"You know you're a very great father but you really want your kids to try every damn food that exists. Moderation is key, Tyson."

"Don told me to talk to you but instead of talking we are arguing."

"Yes….yes we are."

We took a minute to finally cool down before heading back into the house because we didn't want Don worried about us.

"I'm sorry for yelling," I said.

"No, I'm sorry. We still have to work on actually talking things over with each other," Tyson said. "I shouldn't have snapped at you back home."

"Apology accepted. Now let's get in the house and finally get some damn rest because we haven't done so since coming home today."

I was still expecting the kids to be asleep but they were now awake and T.J. playing with Don. T.J. had his arms wrapped around Don's neck while Don pretended to be a dinosaur. Tyra was sitting on the couch along with Timmy who she was feeding his snacks to. At least no one lost a damn toe while we were gone. I went into my room to put away the fabric for my outfit into my closet then went to give the kids a bath so Tyson could put them in their pajamas.

"I want to watch cartoons, Daddy," T.J. pleaded with Tyson.

It was getting a bit late but I know that Tyson couldn't say no to the kids about almost anything.

"Twenty five minutes," he said to T.J. "You can watch Tom and Jerry."

"Yay! Can Tyra watch?"

As I was getting her dressed, she yawned while rubbing her eyes so that was definitely a no."

"She's sleepy. So you'll just watch an episode yourself okay?" Tyson said.

"Okay," T.J. replied. "Will you watch with me?"

"Yes," Tyson said. "I'm gonna have fun with T.J."

"You do that," I replied.

Tyson carried T.J. out of the room to take him to the living room while I rocked Tyra to sleep in my arms and laid her down in her bed. Me and Don almost ran into each other in the hallway but he quickly stepped aside for me to walk.

"Sorry about that, honey," he said.

"No, it's alright. The kids didn't give you a hard time did they?"

"Nah, they're awesome babies. And the cat? Marvelous little fellow he is. He's always hiding somewhere but he's very nice, especially with the kids."

"He likes to protect them a lot. If they're asleep on the couch, he'll lie down beside them or keep an eye out for them. I remember one time Timmy walked into my room, meowing very loud and when I finally got up, I saw Tyra standing in the hallway alone. Poor thing couldn't sleep."

"Wow. That cat is amazing. You gotta keep him forever."

"That's the plan. Thank you again for watching the kids." I gave Don a big hug then went to my bedroom to slip into my own pajamas to get comfortable.

I was about to go to sleep but decided to check on the boys in the living room and saw they were fast asleep. T.J. was fast asleep underneath Tyson's arm while Tyson himself was asleep with his head tilted upwards and was snoring lightly. I picked up T.J. carefully to take him to his bed, laid him down, and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

"I love you," I said.

Now it was time to get big head to bed so he could sleep in peace and comfort.

"Tyson," I whispered. "Tyson."

"Huh?" He awoke to see the t.v. off. "The show ended already?"

"Well…..it has been twenty five minutes already. Let's go to bed, baby."

Tyson let out a low groan as he got up, faltered a bit, and finally stood on his feet slowly. I had noticed him wincing in pain within the last week but feared asking him what was wrong because part of me didn't want to know but I also needed to know.

I'd save that for the morning.