Someday? Never?

Before Tomorrow Comes

*Long ass chapter with smut at the end. Got a little carried away ☺️*

So don't let it be
Before tomorrow comes
Before you turn away

Mark was the first one up. He glanced at the clock as the sun was creeping in between the curtains. It read 6:26 AM. He sighed to himself as Estelle caught his attention. She was sprawled on her back with a leg hanging off the bed, snoring loud as always.

'That's why her bed is so big,' he thought to himself.

He smiled to himself and pulled her closer to him so that she wouldn't fall off the edge. She instinctively rested her back on his chest and he kissed her temple, draping an arm around her waist. He had his chin resting atop her head as he drifted back off to sleep. He had an alarm set for ten that morning, so he'd happily take those few more hours. He had a lot planned for his time with her, and he hoped that it was all worthwhile.

What seemed like five minutes later, his alarm blared and he got up. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and stretched a bit before heading to the bathroom. His morning wood was definitely out with a vengeance as he had a bit of difficulty aiming for the toilet. He finished up, brushed his teeth and cleaned himself off before heading back into the room. He tried to shake her awake, but of course, she didn't budge. He gently called her name in her ear as he shook her. And she began to stir.

"Stella, wake up," he sighed, "come on baby, we're gonna be late."

"Noooo," she managed to say.

"Yes, Estelle, I'm serious!"

She put her arms out, reaching for him and he let her. If she didn't wake on her own, it was usually World War Three trying to get her up. Today wasn't so bad though.

"Come on," he said picking her up, "why are you such a baby sometimes?"

She nuzzled his neck as he carried her to the bathroom.

"Can't help it," she shrugged.

"Well hurry up, we got plenty to do today," he said putting her down and smacking her ass.

"Stop being so bossy," she said, hitting him back.

"Stop being so childish!"

"Look, you're just uptight, so that makes me seem childish."

"I am not uptight... Am I?"

"No Grandpa, now let me pee in peace!"

He flipped a bird and left her to her own devices. She had her teeth brushed and face washed in no time. When she came out of the bathroom, he was already dressed. Swim trunks, a tank top and his flip flops was his outfit of choice. Estelle was surprised at his attire, but followed suit.

"So, we're going swimming?"

"We are going waterskiing," he said with excitement, "I remember you saying that you always wanted to go."

"Man, I didn't think you were listening!"

They were watching some show on National Geographic one day and she'd made the offhanded comment that she wanted to try waterskiing or windsurfing. When Mark made the reservations for the week, he made sure that at least one of those things would be on the itenerary.

"Yeah, I've learned my lesson. Offhanded ain't always offhanded," he said with a solemn chuckle, "plus, if I remember you saying things like that, it's easier to know what I can do for you."

"Thank you," she said, gluing her arms around him for a hug, "I appreciate this so much."

As she finished getting dressed, he pulled his Challenger around front. Their destination was about twenty minutes out, and he knew Estelle wouldn't want to walk that far. When he came back in, she was finishing her hair. She had box braids, but she braided them down to her scalp so they wouldn't get in her way.