The past few weeks have been good for us. I’ve spent some time with him and Fallon. They may actually be the cutest couple in existence. They asked for my help in breaking the news of their relationship to Pierce. I’m not sure why everyone treats him with kid gloves—he’s an adult and should be able to handle his father being with a woman—but I agreed. We’re going to do it next week. The same week that Daylen and I are supposed to talk to him.
When I suggested to Daylen that we delay talking to himanother month or so, he lost his shit. We got into a huge fight, and he boarded the plane yesterday with us not on speaking terms.
I respond to my father.
Me: Good thought. Thanks. Good luck to you too. We’ll celebrate both victories this week.
Dad: It would be my pleasure.
I decide to text Daylen. They’re probably about to leave the hotel for the stadium.
As if reading my mind, as he often does, my FaceTime rings and I see it’s him. I accept the call right away. “Hey,” I answer in a solemn voice, unsure of where we stand, though I did go to his house and play with BJ today, so that should please him.
He gives me a small smile. “I needed to see your face. I miss it.”
I hear Vance yell in the background, “You’re so pussy-whipped.”
Daylen scowls in his direction. “If you had that pussy in your bed, you’d be whipped too.”
“Heiswhipped,” I remind Daylen.
Daylen nods away from the camera. “Right. You’re just as bad,Vile Vance.”
I smile at the nickname Sulley calls Vance.
He turns back to the camera. “What are you wearing to the stadium for the big game?” he asks in hisI want sexy timevoice. This is his way of telling me he doesn’t want to fight anymore. He hates fighting. Considering the nature of our relationship for the first year we knew each other, it’s kind of ironic that he doesn’t have the stomach for any strife in our relationship. It’s equally cute that he’s trying to smooth things over.
“I’m wearing the gold bikini from Vegas,” I answer. I’m not, but I know how much he loves that bikini.
He sucks in a breath. “Oh shit. So hot. Do you know why bikinis were invented?”
“Why?”
He smirks, and I know something ridiculous is about to come out of his mouth. “To separate the meat and dairy.”
I let out a laugh. “Good one, but I’m not wearing that. I’m planning to wear a little cowgirl outfit. I’ll wear it for you sometime in private. I have a feeling you’ll like it even more than the bikini. I could do a little cowgirl action on top of you. I’d be happy to ride that horse between your legs.”
Though I have to wear a different shirt than I planned. My belly popped a bit overnight. It wasn’t like this yesterday. It’s crazy how that happened. I usually hate how unflattering my baggy basketball uniform is, but today I’m thankful for it.
I don’t want to tell him about it over the phone. He’s going to be excited. I want him to see it in person for the first time, not on his small screen.
Daylen winces. “Shit. Now I’m hard.”
I hear Vance groan in annoyance and Daylen gives him some crude gesture.
Our eyes eventually meet again. “Thanks for calling,” I say. “I hated how we left things.”
He nods. “Me too. The worst thing happened this morning. I went to the refrigerator to get a snack, and you weren’t there.”
I see a pillow thrown at his head while Vance yells at him again. “Oh my god, you’re pathetic.”
I can’t help but giggle. I think it’s sweet how he unashamedly loves me, even in front of Vance.
His face turns a bit softer. “I just want to be able to love you out in the open. Is that so wrong?”
“No, it’s not.” I exhale a breath. “Daylen, for the first time in my life, I’m happy. I’m content. Everything is workingforme notagainstme. You’re a huge part of that—the biggest part—but I’m afraid to mess it up. If it ain’t broke, why fix it?”
“I get that, I really do, but I want…more.”
