I'll hurry and update this while I still have an internet connection. I hate that I can't update as often as I used to, and I am so sorry to all of my readers. On the bright side I have at least the next two chapters typed up for the next time I get an semblance of an internet connection. So I hope you enjoy, and as usual I own nothing.
"We don't need a babysitter Teresa because I'm not going." Patrick argued lying on the bed while I looked over the recommendation the moms at school gave me for a babysitter.
"You are going, you have to go."
"I don't have to do anything."
"Yes you do if you don't want to sleep on the couch all weekend."
"I'm being couched because I don't want to go to a charity dinner thing for work." He pouted.
"Yes because Bertram wants you to announce that you're writing the book with all of the benefactors there."
"I don't need to be there for that."
"Um yea you kind of do."
"Bertram is more than capable of making that announcement without me there."
"You made me go to career day today, you have to go to the charity dinner tomorrow night."
"You did that for the kids."
"You'll do this for me."
"And why would I do that?" He sat up and smirked.
"Because you love me." I tried coming and kneeling on the end of the bed, he just kept smirking, "And I went shopping with Grace yesterday afternoon when you agreed to watch the kids at work."
"Oh."
"Yea, but you won't get to see what I bought until you agree to go."
"Well that's a shame, can I guess?" He chuckled pulling me on top of him.
"You can try." I rolled my eyes, I wouldn't allow myself to be annoyed if he guessed it right, because I was sure I could get him to go to the dinner.
"A very lovely form fitting dress to wear to the dinner. I am curious how that is supposed to tempt me, because at the dinner I guarantee you'll make me behave. And therefore even a dance would merely be a dance between co-workers."
"Oh I know there is very little I can do to make you behave."
"That's not true." He kissed my neck.
"I have to find a baby sitter for tomorrow night." I sighed.
"Why do you insist on torturing me?"
"It won't be that bad."
"You don't know that." He replied, and I laid my head on his chest.
"Yes I do, the same way you knew that the barbeque wouldn't be that bad, or that career day wouldn't be that bad."
"I hate it when you use my own logic against me."
"In fact with all of the things you've talked me into doing that I didn't want to do this is hardly anything."
"So this is really just payback."
"Not entirely maybe I like seeing you in a tux, it makes you look like you belong on the red carpet."
"If all you wanted was to dress up I could find plenty of places for us to go that had nothing to do with work."
"I don't want to get dressed up, but since I have to I would prefer you to be with me."
"Alright women stop begging. I shall accompany you to said event, but will not apologize for the fact that it may be impossible for me to keep my hands off of you, especially if that dress is anything like I imagine it to be."
"You will have to behave at least a little, our boss will be there, and I know you think you control him but, he would have no problem firing us in front of the social elite if he saw us miss behaving."
"And you would have no problem finding another job anywhere you want in the state of California and I can consult anywhere."
"Maybe the only job I want is the job I already have."
"In that case I better try and behave."
"Smart man, I'm going to call these babysitters, and see if we can't work something out being so last minute."
"Why is it so last minute, you knew about the event all month, and you knew you were going to drag me along."
"I forgot that our normal two babysitters were going to be at the event."
"Minelli's going to be at the event? Is he still mad at me?"
"Why was he mad at you?"
"Because like everyone else he thinks you deserve better than me, unlike everyone else he knows for sure there is a you and me."
"Well he like everybody else can stay out of our business, and I may be biased but I'm in love with the perfect man."
"I see how it is I'm not allowed to see other women but you can go out and find the perfect man." He smirked as I got up to make the phone calls, nine o'clock isn't to late to call is it?
"I mean you idiot."
"Would you really be calling the perfect man an idiot? That seems a little contradictory don't you think."
"Shut up and go to sleep."
"Not with out you."
"Give me a half hour or so."
"Fiiiine."
It only took me three phone calls to find someone who didn't already have plans for late Sunday night. A sixteen year old named Katie recommended by two different mothers, a brief phone call told me at the very least I could trust her for one night. I was very proud of the fact that I hadn't insisted on making Van Pelt do background searches on everyone on the list this morning at work. One thing was certain tomorrow would be exhausting. I crawled into bed and immediately Patrick's arms were around my waist with a content sigh.
"Good morning." Patrick smiled the minute my eyes opened. "You ready for today."
"Today." I sighed, "Oh you mean twins birthday party from eleven to three and then charity dinner from six to eleven."
"I have no intentions of staying until eleven." He stated, "But yes that is what I was referring to."
"We have to get up and get ready for the party, and did you move you're car out of the garage, the guys our showing up early to help."
"Yes it's been taken care of, the living room has been straightened up as well. Birthday cake is in the fridge, ice cream in the freezer, number to order pizza on the counter. All exactly where you left it last night."
"That reminds me, when we were cleaning the living room last night I noticed that tea set you gave the girls for their birthday is missing a plate."
"It's not missing, well it is from the set, but I know where it is."
"Something else you threw in the ocean?"
"Not at all my dear, it's in my suitcase, I was debating whether or not to ask you if we could hang it up somewhere or put it on a book shelf. It has Charlotte's name engraved on it. I was hoping to do the same for Emily and Alyssa if I could track down the man who did it years ago."
"Of course you can, you should hang a picture of Charlotte on the wall in the downstairs hallway with the kids school pictures."
"That's to much Teresa it's your house."
"It's our house Patrick, and you should have family pictures hanging up too."
"Maybe."
"Maybe next weekend we'll go to that storage unit and move the last of your things in, basically all that's left are your boxes of photos."
"Lets plan next weekend later we still have to get through this weekend." He ended the conversation. Was he worried about the memories involved in hanging photos of his family or was he worried the kids and I's reactions to hanging the pictures. I wasn't expecting him to forget his family and he knew that I don't know why he was against hanging up pictures.
"I'm going to take a quick shower, then we wake up the kids and set up that canopy in the back yard." I crawled out of his arms, "You were outside already do you think it will be to cold for them to be outside?"
"Teresa it will be a perfect day out it was probably close to fifty five and that was at six. I think it'll be plenty warm, and before you ask there was no sign of rain."
"This is going to be a long day isn't it."
"Yes, yes it will." He chuckled watching me disappear to the bathroom. I had said a quick shower but I couldn't help but take my time, everything going on today was a little daunting. Five hours with excited kindergarteners followed by just as long with Sacramento's wealthiest, I couldn't decide which I was dreading more. At least the team was going to be suffering with me. When I did drag myself out of the shower I wasn't surprised to find an empty bedroom, and I knew exactly where to find him the kitchen was his favorite spot in the morning. I wasn't wrong he was sitting with a glass of tea and Cass in his lap.
"Everyone else still asleep?" I poured my coffee.
"Uh huh." He looked up, "Waiting for you."
"How kind of you?"
"I try."
"Coffee first, then we wake up the kids."
"Sounds like a plan to me." He went back to playing with Cass, "Hey do we know what we're doing on Thanksgiving?"
"Really with all we have to do today you want to plan for something two weeks away."
"Your brother called."
"And you answered the phone?"
"Yes I did, and I told him I was watching the kids while you finished some things at work or some other brilliant tale." He assured. "But why can't your family know?"
"I don't know it's not like I'm close to my family."
"It's almost like you're embarrassed by me." He smirked.
"Embarrassed of you, never." I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
"Tommy and Annie are going to be in California and wanted to know if you wanted to spend Thanksgiving together."
"Do you want to spend Thanksgiving with my brother and niece?"
"Teresa I haven't celebrated Thanksgiving in nine years, I would love to spend it with your family."