The sound of a phone ringing pulled Nick out of his sleep. It took him a
few seconds to get his bearings, wondering who would be calling in the
middle of the night, until he opened his eyes and realized that the sun was
up. He moved to pick up the phone and only then realized that Sara lay
across his chest, part of her body wedged between him and the back of the
couch. They had stayed up well past midnight talking and kissing on the
couch, finally falling asleep where they were because they were too tired
to get up and go to bed.
He managed to grab the phone off of the coffee table on the fourth ring. "Hello." His voice was groggy.
"Nick." Chelsea's voice was far too bright.
"Hey, Chels." Nick tried to sound far more awake than he felt. He was surprised that Sara was still asleep after the phone had rung.
"Did I wake you up?" Chelsea only sounded partially apologetic.
Nick chuckled. "What do you think? What time is it anyway?"
"Eight-forty-five." She replied matter of factly.
Nick yawned. "What do you want?"
"I did wake you up." She was smiling by the sound of her voice.
"We were up pretty late last night." Nick yawned again.
"Oh, really?" Chelsea's tone inferred that perhaps she knew the reason why.
Nick chuckled. "I'm assuming you didn't call just to chat. What's up?"
"I just wanted to find out when you and Sara were going to be back up here. I'm thinking of moving Fiona's birthday party from Sunday to Saturday and I just want to make sure that you'll be here." She informed him.
Sara began to stir and she lifted her head groggily and whispered to Nick. "Who are you talking to?"
Chelsea could hear her on the other end of the line. "Oh, was that Sara?"
Nick ignored Chelsea for a moment and whispered back to Sara. "It's Chels. She wants to know when we're coming back up to Dallas because she wants to have Fiona's party on Saturday instead of Sunday."
"Oh." Sara smiled at him. "Did you tell her?"
"Not yet." He grinned at her. "Do you want me to?"
"Sure, she's going to find out soon enough anyway." Sara lay her head back down against his chest and closed her eyes.
Chelsea could hear their conversation over the phone and could hardly contain herself. "Nick? What are you not telling me?"
Nick chuckled. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, Chels. We'll drive back to Dallas tomorrow, so if you want to have the party on Saturday, we'll be there."
"Nick?" Chelsea's voice sounded like she was expecting a little more information.
"Yes?" Nick was enjoying having the upper hand and thought he'd let Chelsea squirm for a little while longer.
"Can I talk to Sara?" Her voice feigned innocence.
"She's sleeping, Chels." Nick replied with a smirk as Sara smiled without opening her eyes.
"But, didn't I just hear you talking to her?" Chelsea queried suspiciously.
Nick chuckled. "She went back to sleep."
"Nick." Chelsea wasn't sure he was actually admitting to what she thought he was admitting to.
"Have you ever fallen asleep on the couch Mom and Dad have down here? I think I need to get one like this for home." Nick was having fun trying to confuse Chelsea.
"The couch." Chelsea sounded doubtful.
"You know the large seating surface with cushions on it that sits in the living room of the condo?" Nick deadpanned.
A sleepy voice interjected. "Nick, just tell her." Sara sounded amused.
"What are you supposed to tell me, Nick?" Chelsea's voice was artificially bright.
Nick chuckled. "Do you want to talk to Sara?"
"Nick, what are you supposed to tell me?" Chelsea's voice had a hint of impatience.
Sara just held her hand up so Nick could put the phone into it. She pulled it to her ear and smiled as she heard Chelsea still asking Nick what they were talking about. "Hi, Chelsea."
"Sara." It was evident that Chelsea had a grin on her face. "Are you having a good time down there?"
"South Padre Island is amazing. We went out on a boat yesterday and saw dolphins." She opened her eyes and looked at Nick who had begun to play with her hair.
"We've done that and it's absolutely fantastic, but we did spend half the time trying to keep Conner from climbing over the railing." She replied.
Sara laughed at the image and then her voice softened. "I know that Nick is trying to torture you, but we just wanted to tell you that you were right and we were wrong."
"Wrong about what?" Chelsea wasn't ready to fold her cards on the table. She wanted them to come out and say it.
Sara grinned at Nick and handed the phone back to him.
"Sara?" Chelsea queried as she didn't hear a response.
Nick chuckled. "Hey, Chels, it's me."
"What were you wrong about?" Chelsea pressed.
"Sara." Nick stated simply.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Chelsea was trying to hold back the urge to do an end zone dance.
"What do you think I'm saying?" Nick wanted to get one last jibe in.
"Nick Stokes, are you and Sara dating?" Chelsea cut to the chase, her patience wearing thin.
He chuckled and smiled at Sara as he answered Chelsea's question. "Yes, Chels, we are."
He managed to grab the phone off of the coffee table on the fourth ring. "Hello." His voice was groggy.
"Nick." Chelsea's voice was far too bright.
"Hey, Chels." Nick tried to sound far more awake than he felt. He was surprised that Sara was still asleep after the phone had rung.
"Did I wake you up?" Chelsea only sounded partially apologetic.
Nick chuckled. "What do you think? What time is it anyway?"
"Eight-forty-five." She replied matter of factly.
Nick yawned. "What do you want?"
"I did wake you up." She was smiling by the sound of her voice.
"We were up pretty late last night." Nick yawned again.
"Oh, really?" Chelsea's tone inferred that perhaps she knew the reason why.
Nick chuckled. "I'm assuming you didn't call just to chat. What's up?"
"I just wanted to find out when you and Sara were going to be back up here. I'm thinking of moving Fiona's birthday party from Sunday to Saturday and I just want to make sure that you'll be here." She informed him.
Sara began to stir and she lifted her head groggily and whispered to Nick. "Who are you talking to?"
Chelsea could hear her on the other end of the line. "Oh, was that Sara?"
Nick ignored Chelsea for a moment and whispered back to Sara. "It's Chels. She wants to know when we're coming back up to Dallas because she wants to have Fiona's party on Saturday instead of Sunday."
"Oh." Sara smiled at him. "Did you tell her?"
"Not yet." He grinned at her. "Do you want me to?"
"Sure, she's going to find out soon enough anyway." Sara lay her head back down against his chest and closed her eyes.
Chelsea could hear their conversation over the phone and could hardly contain herself. "Nick? What are you not telling me?"
Nick chuckled. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, Chels. We'll drive back to Dallas tomorrow, so if you want to have the party on Saturday, we'll be there."
"Nick?" Chelsea's voice sounded like she was expecting a little more information.
"Yes?" Nick was enjoying having the upper hand and thought he'd let Chelsea squirm for a little while longer.
"Can I talk to Sara?" Her voice feigned innocence.
"She's sleeping, Chels." Nick replied with a smirk as Sara smiled without opening her eyes.
"But, didn't I just hear you talking to her?" Chelsea queried suspiciously.
Nick chuckled. "She went back to sleep."
"Nick." Chelsea wasn't sure he was actually admitting to what she thought he was admitting to.
"Have you ever fallen asleep on the couch Mom and Dad have down here? I think I need to get one like this for home." Nick was having fun trying to confuse Chelsea.
"The couch." Chelsea sounded doubtful.
"You know the large seating surface with cushions on it that sits in the living room of the condo?" Nick deadpanned.
A sleepy voice interjected. "Nick, just tell her." Sara sounded amused.
"What are you supposed to tell me, Nick?" Chelsea's voice was artificially bright.
Nick chuckled. "Do you want to talk to Sara?"
"Nick, what are you supposed to tell me?" Chelsea's voice had a hint of impatience.
Sara just held her hand up so Nick could put the phone into it. She pulled it to her ear and smiled as she heard Chelsea still asking Nick what they were talking about. "Hi, Chelsea."
"Sara." It was evident that Chelsea had a grin on her face. "Are you having a good time down there?"
"South Padre Island is amazing. We went out on a boat yesterday and saw dolphins." She opened her eyes and looked at Nick who had begun to play with her hair.
"We've done that and it's absolutely fantastic, but we did spend half the time trying to keep Conner from climbing over the railing." She replied.
Sara laughed at the image and then her voice softened. "I know that Nick is trying to torture you, but we just wanted to tell you that you were right and we were wrong."
"Wrong about what?" Chelsea wasn't ready to fold her cards on the table. She wanted them to come out and say it.
Sara grinned at Nick and handed the phone back to him.
"Sara?" Chelsea queried as she didn't hear a response.
Nick chuckled. "Hey, Chels, it's me."
"What were you wrong about?" Chelsea pressed.
"Sara." Nick stated simply.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Chelsea was trying to hold back the urge to do an end zone dance.
"What do you think I'm saying?" Nick wanted to get one last jibe in.
"Nick Stokes, are you and Sara dating?" Chelsea cut to the chase, her patience wearing thin.
He chuckled and smiled at Sara as he answered Chelsea's question. "Yes, Chels, we are."