Okay so I still have two days of finals left, but I can only stare at notes for so long I just had to update this story. So I hope you enjoy this chapter, as always I own nothing.
I woke up to gentle kisses and a wicked chuckle when I wrapped my arms around his neck. "You're trying to distract me." I groaned.
"I'm not just trying darling, it looks like I'm succeeding."
"Maybe."
"Maybe?" He questioned pulling away just a little.
"It's curious that you feel the need to distract me, does that mean you're afraid I might actually be able to keep up with you?"
"Of course you can keep up with me." He grinned, "I'm an old man remember."
"In that case lets go." I kissed him real quick and jumped out of bed. He fell backwards with a groan.
"You are a cruel cruel women." He smiled watching me dig through my dresser for workout clothes.
"Oh look whose talking." I threw a T-shirt at him. "Get up."
"Fine, I wouldn't want you getting lost in this big neighborhood all by yourself." He threw the T-shirt on and rolled out of bed to finish getting ready. "But just for this we're running extra far today."
"How far is extra far?"
"Haven't decided yet." He chuckled, leading me down the stairs and out the door.
"Wait Patrick I don't have my headphones."
"You don't need music you have me." He smirked stretching his arms over his head.
"Oh joy. I have nothing but the sound of your voice to listen to, at least that'll motivate me to get back sooner." I followed him as he started down the street. It was actually really nice running with Patrick, well at least the first mile and a half and then we didn't start turning around, he hadn't been serious about that extra far had he.
"Not tired already?" He smirked.
"You wish." I managed not to pant.
"You want to turn around, we can call it quits at three miles."
"I hate you, keep going."
"If you insist." He chuckled how did he chuckle while running. He was just going to keep running until I was forced to give in. He couldn't go forever could he? "How about a mile farther and then turn around see if I can get you to five miles."
"Whatever you want, just know I'm going to punch you in the face when we get back."
"A fist fight, umm, I'll pass. That's something I will absolutely lose."
I'll admit I'm not sure how I made it back to our block, in fact I'm not entirely sure how I was able to sprint that last block. And I really don't know how he had enough strength to grab me around the waist and spin me around, so in the end he won.
"Cheater!" I panted wrapping my hand behind my head.
"Are you really surprised?" He laughed between breaths.
"Forgive me for thinking you were capable of playing fair."
"You're forgiven."
"I'm taking a shower and you're going to make breakfast." I stormed up the stairs, and again he just laughed. Halfway through my shower I found myself switching it to a bath, pouring in the bubbles and everything. It was funny I don't even remember buying that soap, it was probably a gift a long time ago. I suppose nine was a to early for a bubble bath, but I had not ran that far in a long time.
"I thought you'd find those." Patrick stuck his head in the bathroom after a little bit, that would explain why I didn't remember buying them. He sat down on the opposite end of the tub in nothing but his boxers. "Foot." He nodded and I obliged raising my leg out of the water onto his bare thigh, before he proceeded to start giving me a foot massage.
"I'm going to kill you, when the muscles in my legs stop burning."
"I'm sorry, but you're the one you didn't want to turn around at three miles." He grinned, "If you weren't so stubborn."
"So this is my fault now."
"You just like putting words in my mouth don't you."
"Other foot." I splashed water at him switching legs.
"Now I know you didn't do that on purpose, here I am trying to give you the spa package and you splash me with water."
"And if I did do it on purpose?" I questioned, he grinned and then slid into the tub with me boxers and all. "You better finish that foot massage before you try anything mister." And he obliged.
"What else do you have planned for the day? Now that I have thoroughly kicked your ass."
"You cheated."
"You do realize by wrapping my arms around your waist I had to slow down just as much as you did."
"You think you could have out sprinted me?"
"Usually no I said before you are much faster than I am, but after five miles and if you had not taken off the minute the house was in sight I would have had a clear victory without cheating."
"Looks like we may never know." I rolled my eyes but internally thought he may have been right.
"Anything you want to do today?"
"We could crawl back into bed, but I still haven't been able to get William any new clothes, and since the girls got all of your clothes."
"Are you asking me to take you to the mall Teresa?" The way he said it made me think back to the girls in high school sitting in the food court with their boyfriends.
"I suppose I am." I couldn't help but laugh, but that was due to Patrick stopping his massage to tickle my feet. "Son of a bitch!" I gasped splashing water all over. "You're cleaning this up."
Two hours later I was walking through the mall with Patrick's arm around my waist. At first we were just wandering in and out of stores apparently it had been a long time since Patrick had been to a mall. We ate and the food court and Patrick did a good job at keeping me entertained by cold reading ever person that walked by.
"Now you're making things up there is no way to know that." I laughed as he announced the man that just walked by shopping list.
"I did make that up." He smiled, "You need to laugh more."
"What about him?" I pointed to another guy.
"You tell me." He shrugged.
"What?"
"You tell me." He repeated, "You know what to look for."
"I don't know." I frowned staring after the man, he looked nervous, but was it excited nervous or nervous nervous. He was walking into the jewelry story. "He's going to pick out an engagement ring."
"Maybe anything else?"
"Maybe? What else would he be doing in a jewelry store that has him that nervous?"
"No, I'm sure you're right."
"No you don't what was wrong with my guess."
"Nothing it was a very good guess."
"But you think I'm wrong."
"I think that's the wrong type of nervous for engagement ring shopping."
"And what's you're theory?"
"I think he's trying to make up for an affair."
"I think you're a pessimist."
"Well there is only one way to find out who's right." He laughed.
"What you want to stalk a guy in the mall?"
"No I was thinking we walk by the store on our way to buy clothes for William. That is unless you know I'm right and you're scared."
"I'm right, I can feel it."
"You can feel it." He smirked, "Then lets go prove it." He took our trash in one hand and my hand in his other.
"Ha, I was right." I grinned, there was something about being with Patrick that made me feel like I really was that kid in high school. That mixed with having beat him was probably what led to my very brief victory dance that will never be spoke of again.
"You were right." He kissed me, "And I would love to see that little dance more often." Okay now it would never be spoken of again. "It almost looked like you were having a seizure I was worried."
"Shut up."
"I thought your muscles were giving out from that intense workout this morning."
"You're just mad cause I was right and you were wrong."
"I'm not mad at all, I'll let you be right more often if I get to see that dance again."
"Yeah that's never happening."
"Just like that poor guys marriage."
"Pessimist."
"But that doesn't mean I'm wrong." By the time we made our way to the department store at the other end of the mall I had finally convinced Patrick to leave the dance alone. Only to be met with a new problem as we passed the lingerie department. "You would look great in this." He grinned holding up a lacy green piece.
"Not happening."
"But it would look super sexy on you." He smirked.
"In your dreams."
"Oh now I'm counting on it."
"Oh God." I grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the nearest fitting room.
"Teresa, I'm happy for the rapid change of mind, but my arm would much appreciate it if you didn't rip it out it socket next time."
"You shut up, I saw Van Pelt."
"So naturally let's rip my arm out of it's socket."
"What would she think if she saw you and me standing in the lingerie section of a department store? Especially on a day when I'm supposed to be having alone time? And how long do you think it will take for her to remember that it was your idea for her to take the kids this weekend?"
"Your right hiding in the fitting room of the lingerie department is a much better place to be caught." He teased.
"Where are the kids anyway?"
"Probably out there with her and Rigsby, you didn't give me a lot of time to look around."
"How long do you think we have to wait in here before their gone?"
"You probably have plenty of time to try this on for me."
"You are impossible."
"They're probably gone, I highly doubt she's going lingerie shopping with Rigsby and the kids. Though they have been seeing a lot more of each other lately."
"I don't need to hear about it."
"If you're not going to try this on can we leave the dressing room now?"
"Fine but if they catch us here together…"
"I know I know you'll shoot me." He laughed leaving the green lace behind and leading me out of the fitting room. We caught a glimpse of them heading for the toy department and agreed it was probably safe to continue with clothes shopping as planned.
I was loading the car up when it dawned on me, "Patrick they didn't call this morning. Do you think we missed it when we were running?"
"Not likely, I bet they slept in or got caught up by breakfast and forgot or didn't have time. You saw them just now they looked like they were having a good time."
"I guess."