Disclaimer: not mine but JE's
"You can't just tell someone you're going to move in with them. That's not how the world works, guys," I tried to be levelheaded and patient.
I really wanted to flip my lid.
"Sure you can. We just did," Joe glibly replied.
Carlos just shook his head.
"I had planned on asking if it was okay if I crashed here until I could find a new place to live since I can no longer stay on base and the lease I signed fell through. This fool heard my lease fell through and decided to take advantage of the fact I was going to ask. If you're really uncomfortable with me staying here, I'll go to a hotel, but I'd prefer not to waste money if I don't have to," he told me.
That was better. I motioned for him to continue, and he exchanged a look with Joe, like see?
"Babe, is it okay if I crash on your couch until I can find a place to live?"
"Sure Carlos, that's fine. You don't even need to bother with the couch. Don't think this means we're in a relationship, though," I cautioned him.
Oh look, there goes the Italian temper. Joe turned an unnatural shade of purple, and I looked pointedly at him. They'd both known me long enough to know I hated being railroaded, and having decisions made for me. Joe especially. I held up a hand a to ward off the bitchfest he was about to start.
"Listen, Morelli. Just because I'm pregnant and you're both home doesn't mean I want anything to change. You can both actively want a relationship, but if I don't want one, it's not happening. You know me well enough to know that. You should also know that the right way to approach this was to ask. So for right now, my couch isn't available to you. When you can act like a respectful man and not a Neanderthal making decisions for little woman we will talk again. You can stay for dinner, but then I want you out."
He decided not to even stay for dinner, and left. Fine by me.
"So, handsome, you want to eat dinner, or you want to eat me, first?"
Carlos grinned at me wickedly and dragged me to my bed.
That's what I thought.