It's Time

Read my mind

I roll over, stretching my arms out to find the other side of the bed empty. I quickly sit up, glancing at the clock on my nightstand, 08:30. I thought Spencer's practice wasn't until later this morning. I was honestly looking forward to some 'us' time.

"Spence," I call out, but I'm promptly met with silence. Strange. I begrudgingly crawl out of bed, throwing on my robe. Maybe he's up in his office. On second thought, where is the little ball of fur that is usually positioned right at my side of the bed on the floor? Both of my boys are missing.

Making my way out to the kitchen, I notice a note on the counter. 'Hi, baby. Bentley and I are out on a run; he was getting a little restless. There's a plate of food in the microwave and a cup of iced coffee in the fridge. See you soon. We love you.' I blush at his words on the paper. He's so sweet, sometimes. I open the microwave to find an omelet and breakfast potatoes. Of course, you can't forget the most essential piece, the coffee. I turn on some music and begin dancing around the house as I eat my breakfast.

Prince is blasting so loud in the background that I don't even hear Spencer arrive home. If not for my dog's complete obsession with me, I would still be lost in my own world. I bend down to pet Bentley as Spencer places all of his things in the box by the door. Spencer walks over, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me in for a kiss.

"I missed you, baby." He smiles at me.

"I always miss you," I respond, pulling his lips back to mine.

He heads over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water for himself and tossing one to me. "So, what's on the agenda for today?" He asks as he rummages through the pantry for something to snack on.

"I wanted to head to the overlook we were at the other day and grab some pictures; the view was breathtaking." Spencer nods at me as he stuffs his face with the world's worst-looking protein bar. "Oh, and you remember that young mom from the food trucks the other day, Julia?" He again nods in my direction, though clearly not that interested in what I'm saying right now. "I told her we'd watch her son Jace so she could pick up an extra shift at work."

Spencer momentarily stops inhaling his protein bar to steady his gaze on me. "We're doing what, now?" He questions, and I can't help but laugh. Spencer has a hard enough time keeping up with Bentley, so I'm sure the thought of a dog and a four-year-old running around the house actually terrifies him.

"Come on, babe! She's a young mom, and she just needs a little help." I pout in his direction because I know he can't resist my sad eyes. Slowly making my way over to him, my pout transitions into a smirk as I tug on his shirt. "Plus, I thought it was super sexy watching your sweet interactions with him." I place a small kiss on Spencer's neck, and he promptly scoops me up, causing me to giggle.

"Woman, you should've led with that." He smirks. I watch over his shoulder as Bentley's little steps increase to keep up with us as we head to our bedroom. He's almost caught up just as Spencer closes the door right in his poor sad face. "There's no room for Bentley in here," He jokes before throwing me on our bed.

I watch as he begins to untie my robe before pulling his face up to meet mine. "I couldn't agree more."

Spencer and I lay cuddled up on the floor in front of the fireplace in our room. Finally tired of hearing the whining and the little scratches on the door, he gets up to let our puppy in. Bentley, of course, rushes to cuddle up with me, causing Spencer to scoff before laughing. "After that performance, you're replacing me?" He crosses his arms over his chest and begins to feign jealousy.

I kiss the top of Bentley's head, glancing back up to wink at Spencer. "The heart wants what it wants, babe."

He rushes over, tackling me to the ground so that he's comfortably positioned on top of me. Bentley begins to claw at him, but he could care less. He leans down, so his lips hover right over mine. As I feel him press against me, I want nothing more than for this dog to get as far away from us as possible. He leans down, and my heart flutters as I prepare to feel his soft lips against my own. Instead, they slowly graze my cheek, and my breathing hitches in my throat as he tugs at my ear. "What's your heart telling you now, Liv?" As quickly as I can reach for him, he's gone. His laugh becomes distant as he retreats into our bathroom. "I hope Bentley is keeping you warm." He yells as I hear the shower cut on. He'll pay for this.