answers and says he would like me over for dinner with him and Trish. Oh, and he said they would like Avery to attend since he is in town for only a few more days.
I'm still unsure if he has decided to go back to fighting, or they just don't know he quit. I want to climb back into bed with him, since it's still pretty early in the morning, but at the same time I know maybe its for the best I don't. He was drunk, I was vulnerable and upset, so last night was under different circumstances. If I went and climbed into his bed right now, I can imagine that it would just make everything worse.
Netflix until its time to go to my mom's it is.
As I'm sitting on the couch, engrossed in some Hart of Dixie , Avery comes stumbling out of the bedroom, mumbling about his head hurting and needing coffee. I'm hyperaware of him but I keep my focus solely on the TV, as if he doesn't even exist. Minutes later he is sitting on the other end of the couch with a cup of coffee, watching the show with me but not saying anything to me. He still hasn't slid on any pants or shirt, so he is just hanging out in his boxer briefs, and I can't help the fact its turning me on greatly. Again, I do my best to ignore him, and the feelings taking over between my legs.
When the show is finished, I look at the time and see its nearing on lunch and I don't have time to start another episode. I look over at Avery and try not to laugh at the fact he looks like the hottest mess I've ever seen. He looks over at me and smiles softly but doesn't say anything. I stand up, step over his legs, and walk towards my bedroom to get my shoes and purse. When I'm heading towards the door, he turns his body and faces me.
"Where are you going?"
I look over at him and my heart rate speeds up. "My mom's for lunch, to tell her about..." I look down at my stomach for a second then back to him. "The situation."
"The situation?" He lifts a brow and snorts out a dry laugh. "How about, the pregnancy."
"Well, it is a little bit more than that."
"Only when you make it more than that," he throws back.
"Not knowing the father. Plus, being with one and in love with the other. Sorry, its a situation ." I don't realize quite what I say until after it slips out and Avery starts coughing, as if choking on his coffee, although he didn't have any in his mouth. Shit. "Pretend I didn't say that." I walk out the door before he can say anything to me.
My phone starts to ring before I even have the keys in the ignition and I look down to see Avery's name. I'm scared to pick up the phone but I do anyways. "Yeah?" My voice comes out rough.
"Wait."
"For what?"
"Me. I'm coming outside, wait for me." I start to tell him I don't have time- which is a complete lie- when he pleads in a soft voice. "Please, angel?"
I sigh and shake my head. "You have three minutes and I'm leaving." I hang up the phone and drop it into the cup holder, my heart pounding in my chest. Why does he want to go with me to my mothers, to tell her I'm pregnant! Ugh!
He opens the door the exact second the clock shows its been three minutes, so I start the car and he hurries to close the door. "Perfect timing," he says with a giant grin on his face.
"Where are you going?" I ask as I back up.
When he doesn't answer me even after I've starting driving towards my mom's, I take a glimpse over at him. He didn't even bother brushing his hair or teeth, that much is certain of, he just smells somewhere between a bar and the sexy masculine scent he normally
I'm still unsure if he has decided to go back to fighting, or they just don't know he quit. I want to climb back into bed with him, since it's still pretty early in the morning, but at the same time I know maybe its for the best I don't. He was drunk, I was vulnerable and upset, so last night was under different circumstances. If I went and climbed into his bed right now, I can imagine that it would just make everything worse.
Netflix until its time to go to my mom's it is.
As I'm sitting on the couch, engrossed in some Hart of Dixie , Avery comes stumbling out of the bedroom, mumbling about his head hurting and needing coffee. I'm hyperaware of him but I keep my focus solely on the TV, as if he doesn't even exist. Minutes later he is sitting on the other end of the couch with a cup of coffee, watching the show with me but not saying anything to me. He still hasn't slid on any pants or shirt, so he is just hanging out in his boxer briefs, and I can't help the fact its turning me on greatly. Again, I do my best to ignore him, and the feelings taking over between my legs.
When the show is finished, I look at the time and see its nearing on lunch and I don't have time to start another episode. I look over at Avery and try not to laugh at the fact he looks like the hottest mess I've ever seen. He looks over at me and smiles softly but doesn't say anything. I stand up, step over his legs, and walk towards my bedroom to get my shoes and purse. When I'm heading towards the door, he turns his body and faces me.
"Where are you going?"
I look over at him and my heart rate speeds up. "My mom's for lunch, to tell her about..." I look down at my stomach for a second then back to him. "The situation."
"The situation?" He lifts a brow and snorts out a dry laugh. "How about, the pregnancy."
"Well, it is a little bit more than that."
"Only when you make it more than that," he throws back.
"Not knowing the father. Plus, being with one and in love with the other. Sorry, its a situation ." I don't realize quite what I say until after it slips out and Avery starts coughing, as if choking on his coffee, although he didn't have any in his mouth. Shit. "Pretend I didn't say that." I walk out the door before he can say anything to me.
My phone starts to ring before I even have the keys in the ignition and I look down to see Avery's name. I'm scared to pick up the phone but I do anyways. "Yeah?" My voice comes out rough.
"Wait."
"For what?"
"Me. I'm coming outside, wait for me." I start to tell him I don't have time- which is a complete lie- when he pleads in a soft voice. "Please, angel?"
I sigh and shake my head. "You have three minutes and I'm leaving." I hang up the phone and drop it into the cup holder, my heart pounding in my chest. Why does he want to go with me to my mothers, to tell her I'm pregnant! Ugh!
He opens the door the exact second the clock shows its been three minutes, so I start the car and he hurries to close the door. "Perfect timing," he says with a giant grin on his face.
"Where are you going?" I ask as I back up.
When he doesn't answer me even after I've starting driving towards my mom's, I take a glimpse over at him. He didn't even bother brushing his hair or teeth, that much is certain of, he just smells somewhere between a bar and the sexy masculine scent he normally
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