It looks like, despite #KingMidas’s royal screwup, #NewGirl was seen fleeing the scene of the crime this morning, heading toward the south side.
These two spent the entire night together, and this could mean one of two things. Either the fighting continued all through the night, and #NewGirl is just now letting up. Or… things between the king and queen heated up in an entirelydifferentway ;)
Only these two know what really went down, but what I would’ve given to have been a fly on the wall either way…
Later, peeps :)
—P
Chapter Twenty-Nine
West
“Good morning.”
I peer up from the blender as Grandpa joins me in the kitchen. “Morning.”
I add a scoop of protein powder to the blender, and his eyes are still on me as I start it. He’s got this goofy grin set on his face that I don’t understand yet.
“So… any reason you’re looking so refreshed today?” he asks loudly, contending with the whir of the blender.
I peer up, lift my finger off the button, and it goes silent.
“I ran into your better half this morning,” he explains. “That got anything to do with you not moping around with your chin on the ground like usual?”
I smirk as I pour my shake into a cup. Maybe Grandpa’s right. Maybe thereissome extra pep in my step that isn’t usually there, and I can’t help but feel a little optimistic. Last night was mostly shit, but there was definitely a bright spot. Like, getting to hold my wife all night,in our bed,kissing her this morning.
Honestly, despite things getting off to a horrible start, this is the best I’ve felt in a long time.
“She stayed over,” I tell him, and he smirks.
“Ah, progress!”
I shake my head, smiling at his enthusiasm.
Progress, yes, but there were also setbacks. For instance, losing control and having to spend time in a jail cell showed me I’m not as evolved as I thought I was. I fucked up, and no one knows that as well as I do. But it’s because, when it comes to Blue, I’m determined to protect her no matter what the cost.
Which, according to my actions last night, could also include my freedom.
My phone buzzes, and I ignore it, knowing it’s just more notifications about last night. I don’t need that shit. Not today.
“Want some eggs and toast? I can whip you up something.”
Grandpa waves me off. “Thanks, but no. I had a bagel with my coffee.”
I lean against the counter and sip my drink. “I’m staying in today and thought we could hang out. Maybe shoot some pool in the basement, watch a movie.”
Grandpa nods. “Sounds like fun, but you’re sure there isn’t someone else you’d rather be spending time with?”
He raises his eyebrows suggestively, drawing another laugh out of me.
“She’s got plans with her sister today. Besides, I’m trying not to push.”
If I’m honest with myself, she crosses my mind about every five minutes, and each of those times I have to force myself not to call or text. If I could spend every second of my day withher, it still wouldn’t be enough. But I meant that part about not wanting her to feel trapped.
“I don’t know,” Grandpa shrugs. “She seemed pretty keen on you this morning. Like she wished she didn’t have to leave.”
That lands with me, and I didn’t realize how badly I needed to hear it. Didn’t realize how badly I needed to know that someone else thinks we have a chance.
