This chapter is by far one of my favorites. I don't know why, I just think it's the cutest thing. I actually got the idea from a song and I wasn't really sure where this chapter was headed, i get ideas all the time, but usually once I open my computer my fingers just start goin and its not what i planned at all, but i was like 'aww, it'd be the perfect time for this.' So let me know what you think. LOOOOVVEE getting reviews, it seriously makes my day and makes me wanna write all day.
rarararawr- You review so much and they always make me smile. Just thought I'd let you know and thank you so much for them. They really mean a lot and I'm so glad you're enjoying it. I love your stories too, especially Beautiful Oblivion (you guys should really read it) And I'm so glad to see that you came back to it and didn't leave it unfinished. Let me know what you think about this chapter! :)
I laid in bed and stared at the ceiling. Then that got boring, so I decided to grab a book, but I ended up just staring at it and not reading. I set the book back down and went to stare at the ceiling some more. I cant believe he actually slept on the couch. I wonder how he's sleepin… if he is. He's not good at goin to bed without me and if I'm mad at him he wont sleep barely at all. I'm not mad at him though, so I wonder if he fell asleep. What of he gets cold? He doesn't know where we keep the extra blankets… why didn't I tell him that before I said good night?! UGH… Stupid! I started getting antsy and couldn't get comfortable. It is hard to sleep in an empty bed when he didn't do somethin to piss me off. I sighed and rolled out of bed.
I paced back and forth for a while wonderin how he was doing. That couch ain't that comfortable… He's gonna have a sore back. I sighed again, then threw on my robe since I didn't like sleepin in pants, then tip-toed to the door moving around all the creaky spots on the floor that I had memorized. I slowly opened the door that screamed for WD40 and flinched at the creakiness. Even though it was quiet, I know Daddy would be able to hear it from a mile away. I quickly swung it open the rest of the way and, once again, made my way around the creaks in the floor in the hall. I bent down to try to see if I could see him from the top of the stairs, but I couldn't, so I walked down a few and bent down again.
"Brock?" I whispered. No answer. I felt offended that he could actually fall asleep without me. I frowned and walked down the rest of them. I accidentally stepped on one of the creaks and froze. Brock sat straight up and turned to look at me.
"Oh, thank God…" He mumbled. I looked at him confused.
"Were you awake?" I walked over and sat on my knees in front of him on the floor.
"Yeah… You know I don't sleep well without you, and on top of that, your dad… I thought you were him. You scared the shit out of me." he whispered. I smirked and grabbed his hand.
"I'm glad to see you were havin just as much trouble as I was."
"You've slept without me before…"
"Yeah, but that's when I was mad. I'm not mad tonight so I actually missed havin you next to me." He smirked and I stood, tugging on his hand.
"What?"
"Come up to bed."
"Hell no! Are you crazy?!" he whisper-yelled."You wanna be a widow, don't you?" I laughed quietly.
"First of all, I'm never gonna be a widow. And second of all, you're overreactin about this. I promise you he will not hurt you. Cuz then he'd be hurtin me and then he'd never see me again, and he actually loves me…"
"I thought he liked me too! That's what you said…" I nodded.
"He does." He looked at me like I was stupid. "Serious. He does."
"Well, I can go a night without sleep. I cant disrespect your dad like that in his own home."
"Well, I cant go a night without sleep, you know how I get…" he nodded.
"Yeah… I know…"
"Well, maybe we could just stay together until we get tired enough, then maybe we could actually fall asleep separately after spending enough time together."
"We could do that, but we're gonna have to stay quiet…" I thought about it for a second, then pulled on his hand.
"C'mon."
"Where to now? If I get pushed in another creek I'm not talkin to you the rest of the time we're here." He said, getting louder as we were out the door.
"No creeks, no skinny dippin, no weirdo's watchin us, just us and the truck. Good?" He nodded.
"I was wonderin why you grabbed the blanket off the couch…"
"I'm pantless and in a silk robe, theres no way I'm layin in the cold bed of the truck without one." He smiled.
"Pantless?"
"Yeah, you've slept next to me the past 5 years now… you should know I rarely sleep in pants." he kept smiling.
"I just didn't think you'd come out with no pants on." I smirked and rolled my eyes when I saw he kept the smile on his face the whole way to the truck. He laid the blanket out and I climbed in. The keys were already in the truck so he turned it on, didn't start it, just turned it on so we could listen to music. He put it on, but really quietly, then came and laid next to me. I lifted my head and he put his arm under it so I could rest it on his arm. He wrapped his other arm around my stomach and I pulled the side of the blanket to wrap it around me, it wouldn't quite go to him, but I don't think he was very cold. I felt him kiss the top of my head and I smiled.
"Don't get all comfy and fall asleep on me. You dad'll k-"
"This ain't his house anymore…" I said with my eyes shut and a smile. I heard him take a breath in to talk, but no words came out for a few long seconds.
"Well you just think you're so smart, huh?" I chuckled.
"I don't think, darlin', I know."
"Well, don't fall asleep."
"And what of I do?" It took him a while to reply to this one too.
"Then I guess you do…" He said softly. I smiled. "But you're gonna kill my truck if you do." He added.
"Who cares?" I asked while yawning.
"Well, me, kinda…" I opened one eye.
"So you'd wake your sleepin wife because your trucks battery is gonna die?" he sighed.
"No…"
"That's what I thought." I said, smiling. I closed my eyes again and we laid there in silence for a while.
"Reba?"
"Hmm?" He kissed my head again.
"Nothin…" I smiled and shook my head.
"I hate when you do that."
"What?"
"Don't act dumb, you know what."
"Maybe I just like hearin your voice." He replied in a soft, husky voice. I could tell he was tired.
"Really? Because a lot of the time your runnin away from it." I said with a smirk.
"That ain't true…"
"Mhmm… sure." We got quiet again for a few minutes. "Brock?"
"Hmm?" I chuckled quietly before answering.
"What do you think you'd be doin if you hadn't met me?" Now he chuckled.
"Oh… I don't know. Where's this comin from?" I shrugged.
"I don't know, I was just thinkin about earlier when I was pacin up in the room because I was goin nuts without you next to me, and I know you couldn't sleep either, but you could 5 years ago and if you wouldn't have met me you'd be sleepin by yourself… or with another person by you." I added.
"Well, theres your answer. I'd be sleepin… alone. Because nobody else is you. So I guess to really answer your question, I'd be lookin for you because, honestly, I always hated sleepin alone and no other woman really gave me what I needed."
"And whats that?" He chuckled.
"Just the love of my life… nothin serious." He answered, sarcastically. I smirked.
"I mean, guy stuff. Hangin with the guys and at the bar and stuff."
"Ah… well, yeah. Of course. I'd play a lot more golf, and football, I'd be better at poker. I'd watch all the golf I wanted to without somebody complaining about how boring it is or fallin asleep to it." He chuckled and shook his head. "I'd… sleep with one or two pillows, not 76 decorative ones. I'd fish every weekend. Eat a lot more drive-thru. I'd probably be an alcoholic by now." He chuckled and I smirked and rolled my eyes. "So, in other words, I'd be a fat, alcoholic loser who sits around and watches golf all day. I'd be a mess…" I looked up at him and smirked a tiny smirk. "I wouldn't trade it for anything. You… really are my better half." he said it as if he just realized it. I smiled a little bigger and kissed his jaw.
"Don't give me all the credit, Brock. You had to do somethin to win me over… I guess all those squats you had to do in football paid off pretty well, huh?" He chuckled and nodded.
"Yeah, they did…" he paused. "Wait, so you wouldn't have married me if it wasn't for my butt?!" I laughed.
"No, honey. You lost that butt long before I married you." I saw him smile and roll his eyes.
"You sayin I need to workout?" I shrugged.
"A few butt exercises wouldn't kill ya." I winked and he chuckled. "But, I guess I could probably find a way to live with your old-man butt."
"Old man?! I went straight from a college butt to an old-man butt?!" I laughed.
"No, it took ya a few years to get your old-man butt." He frowned.
"Cant believe I have an old-man butt…" it grew quiet again and I played with his wedding band while his left hand rested on my stomach. "Now, It's your turn. What would you do if you hadn't met me?" I bit my cheek and tried thinking.
"I don't know… I probably wouldn't have these wrinkles between my eyebrows." I laughed and he smirked.
"You don't have wrinkles, honey. You're 23 years old…"
"Yeah, but look who I married."
"Ha. Ha. You're so funny…" I smiled up at him and he couldn't hold back his smirk, once again.
"Well, considerin you're payin the bills right now, I'd probably have to move back here until I found myself a job. So, helpin momma and daddy as much as possible. Pretty much what I did as a teenager."
"Think you'd be single?" I shrugged.
"I don't know. Probably. I'm not a 'dater'…" he chuckled.
"Believe me, I know. I remember." I shot him a confused looks.
"What the heck is that supposed to mean?" He laughed.
"You were just so shy and awkward at first because of the whole Terry thing…"
"Well I was cheatin on my boyfriend! What? Did you expect me to just jump into his best friends arms?"
"We were not cheatin… we had dinner and a movie every once in a while. We never did anything. Ever." He rolled his eyes and I laughed.
"Well, I felt bad enough blowin him off for you."
"Why? I am so much cooler…" Now I rolled my eyes.
"You can keep tellin yourself that, honey… don't mean it'll come true…" I laughed and he laughed sarcastically.
"You just crack yourself up, don't ya?"
"I'm funny, you said so yourself earlier…"
"I guess you have your moments…" I smirked and kissed his jaw again. "I make you laugh more though…" I raised my eyebrow.
"Bull."
"Wanna bet?" I narrowed my eyes.
"Yeah. I bet you cant make me laugh all day tomorrow, and it's startin now. If I make you laugh you have to… hmm… Go for another swim, at night too. That ways its nice and cold for ya." I said with a smirk.
"Okay… and if I win you have to… come on a date with me. A real date since all our other ones sucked." I smirked.
"Deal."
"Okay… but you cant get mad when I win."
"Who says your gonna win?" He got a mischievous grin and I felt his hand run down my bare leg that was under the blanket. I watched him, confused for a second, then he quickly sat up and hovered himself over my legs. I tried to get away when I realized what he was doing, but he sat on my legs and wouldn't let me go.
"Brock. No. you cannot do this…"
"Ohh… But I can." He moved both of his hands down to right above my knee and started tickling me. I squirmed and bit my lip, trying not to laugh but it seemed like every second that passed I became more and more ticklish. He got tired of the knee thing and moved his hands up to my sides where he knew was my most ticklish spot. He barely started moving his fingers around and I jumped. I sat up and put my face in his shoulders and he just kept going. He felt my body moving with laughter, I know he did, he was just getting a kick out of it now and I'm sure he was wanting to hear it from me… I tried to push him off me but he didn't budge. I could tell he was trying hard not to laugh.
"This is not fare!" I said, then gasped for a breath and let out another laugh.
"C'mon… I know you want me to stop…" After a few more minutes I couldn't breathe so I decided it was time to let him have this one.
"Okay! Fine! You win… I'll go on a date with you… husband." I laughed at the sound of it and he did too. He kissed me and I slowly leaned back down. He followed so his entire body hovered over mine and he continued to kiss me. I laughed a few seconds later and pulled away. "Okay, I really have to catch my breath… cheater." He smirked.
"You never said anything about 'no ticklin'… Therefore, I win." he boasted proudly. I rolled my eyes.
"We never shook on it."
"I don't care. A deals a deal and I get to take you out." I smiled and shook my head.
"It's not that part that I mind, I just know that I'm gonna have to hear about this for forever. You're never gonna let me live it down and you're gonna tell everybody 'I won blah blah blah.'." he laughed and nodded.
"You know me so well." he said against my lips.
"I hate you…" I mumbled as he pressed his lips down further. When he pulled back I let out a loud yawn. Brock went back to his spot and put his arm under my head and his other one around my waist again. I laid on my side this time so the front of out bodies were touchin and I sighed, contently.
"So… when's this 'date' gonna be?" I asked, sleepily, into chest. I felt him take a deep breath and shrug.
"One of the nights we're stayin at the hotel." I nodded and we stayed silent for about 2 songs. "Reba?"
"Hmm?" I felt him breathe a tiny, silent laugh.
"Nothin'." I pushed on his chest lightly and he chuckled.
"Brock?"
"Hmm?" I smiled and waited a few seconds.
"I love you." He tightened his arm around my waist and kissed the top of my head.
"I love you too, honey." I'm pretty sure the smile I had on my face when I fell asleep, never left. Not one time the rest of the night.