Until Series(115)
“So, never? You never want kids?” My heart breaks a little in that moment; the thought of never having a child makes me want to curl up and cry, but the thought of having one makes me feel sick.
“I don’t know, to be honest with you.” I look down at my hands, watching my knuckles turn white from squeezing the pen in my hand so tightly. “And I’m sorry; if that’s a deal breaker, then we should just stop right now before feelings get involved.” I look up into his eyes; they are warmly looking into mine, but they’re also concerned. He leans forward, taking my hand and removing the pen.
“Aren’t feelings already involved?” he asks, running his thumb over the back of my hand. I know mine are; I search his eyes, seeing my same feelings reflected back at me. He nods his head, then put his forehead to mine. “We’re going to talk about this. Not right now, not tomorrow, but soon, and when we do, you’re going to be honest with me. And then I’m going to set you straight by telling you that you not giving the gift of your love, kindness, and strength to a child of your own would be a tragedy.” Wow. My breath catches, and I can feel my nose start to sting with tears. I can’t believe that Trevor Mayson can be so sweet. He kisses my forehead, his lips lingering there. “Now, let’s get this done so we can get our dog home.”
“Okay,” I whisper, wiping away a stray tear. We finish filling out the paperwork, which seems to take a lot longer than I expected; you would think that we are trying to apply to work for the Secret Service with the kind of questions they ask.
“So, do y’all want me to get some dog food for ya? At least enough to hold you over for tonight?” I look up at Trevor, realizing that I know nothing about having a dog. I hope he has more experience than I do with this.
“The pet store in town will still be open; so we’ll just stop in there on our way home and get all of the supplies we need for her.”
“Aw, see? Y’all are going to make great parents.” She smiles, and my hands start to get sweaty again. “Let me just put y’all in the system, then I’ll go get her for ya.” She takes our paperwork and starts typing away on the computer; once she’s done, she pulls a new leash out of a plastic bag, stands, and walks to the back room. My heartbeat picks up. I’m excited about this; at first, when Trevor said we were going to get a dog, I didn’t know what to think. Now, knowing that Lolly was going to be going home with us, I was excited. When the door opens, Lolly sees us and starts barking.
“Well, are you ready to go home?” I ask her, patting my thighs and making her more excited.
“Here ya go, darlin’,” Mabel says, handing over the leash. I feel like my face is going to split, I’m so happy. Trevor bends down, holding both sides of Lolly’s face.
“Alright, girl, you ready to go?” Her front paws come off the ground, landing on his thighs, her tongue trying to reach his face. “I take that as a yes,” he says with a grin, standing.
“If y’all have any questions, don’t be afraid to call us,” Mabel says, waving at us when we walk away. Once we get outside, Trevor lets down the gate of the truck.
“Is that safe?” I ask, not really feeling comfortable with Lolly riding in the open back of the truck where she can jump out.
Lolly jumps up like she has done it every day of her life. And who knows? She might have. Trevor slams the gate, walks to the passenger side, and opens the door for me to get in. Before I know what’s happening, he has me by the waist, and is lifting me into the cab like I weigh nothing at all. Once I’m seated, he grabs the back of my neck, pulling my upper body forward so his mouth can reach mine. I love kissing him. He always has this taste, almost like cinnamon, but not as spicy. He smells that way too, along with something a little darker.
“Yum,” I whisper, when his mouth leaves mine. He smiles, kissing me again; this time it’s just a peck.
“Alright, baby, let’s get to the store so I can get you girls home and find something to cook for dinner.”
“Alrighty,” I mumble, clicking my seatbelt in place. Once Trevor is behind the wheel, he starts up the truck and begins to back out of our parking space. He then stops, puts it in park, unclicks my seatbelt, grabs the waist of my jeans, pulls me into the middle of the cab of the truck, pulls the seatbelt around me, puts the truck back in reverse, and finishes backing us out of the space, and out the parking lot. “If it was bothering you so much, you could have asked me to sit in the middle, instead of manhandling me.”
“I didn’t know you sitting over there bothered me, until you were sitting over there,” he says with a shrug. I shake my head, knowing there is no point in arguing. “What do you want for dinner?” This is such a normal question between people who are seeing each other, that I didn’t know how to answer him. “We can pick something up, or when we get home, I can throw some steaks on the grill.”