I was asleep when Brad came to bed, but stirred slightly and rolled over onto him. He smelled like whiskey.
In the morning, I woke before his alarm, crept out of bed, and down the stairs to start breakfast. Rev was still laying on the couch as I got to the bottom step. He appeared to be asleep.
"Mornin', love", he whispered without opening his eyes.
I crept quietly to the living room. "How did you know it was me without looking?", I asked quietly.
He opened his eyes. "I know how you move, don't I?"
"What would you like for breakfast?", I whispered, kneeling next to the couch.
"Anything you want to feed me".
"I want you to tell me what you want", I said directly.
He paused and searched my face for a long moment.
"Waffles".
I smiled at him and patted his cheek lightly.
"There. Was that so hard?", I teased, standing and heading to the kitchen.
He got up shortly after I left him and I heard the shower start upstairs.
I made a giant amount of waffles and scrambled eggs, set them covered on the table, then went upstairs to get dressed. The shower was off and Brad was sitting on the edge of our bed when I walked into the bedroom. I shut the door behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and laid his head on my stomach.
"I'm sorry I upset you, baby", he said.
"I know. It's okay", I said, stroking his hair. "I'm sorry I didn't give you a heads up".
I found clothes for running and started getting dressed.
"You're not thinking about going for a run, are you?"
"Uh, yeah".
"With a head injury, Paige!?"
"I didn't hit my head. I cut my head".
"Absolutely not", he growled.
"What can you do about it if you're not here?", I snapped, getting irritated at being told.
His face dropped.
"Wow, babe", he said. "I would think you would have more respect for me than that".
"And I would think you'd have more respect for me than to tell me what to do, which you've been doing since last night, and I let it go then because I was in the wrong!"
I could feel my cheeks flaming. I had lost my temper, and I knew it was trivial, but for some reason, it felt controlling and triggered some Jay PTSD, which set me off.
Brad looked like I had slapped him across the face.
I heard a quiet knock at the door.
"Come in", I said. Rev opened it, massively shirtless, glistening with moisture.
"I wasn't trying to eavesdrop", he started. "I was in the bathroom and couldn't help hearing". He looked at Brad. "I can go with her, mate. Before I leave. I have time. I think she'd be okay, but I can't guarantee it. That'll solve the problem, yes?"
Rev looked from one of us to the other.
"Yeah", Brad finally said.
"Sure", I answered, experiencing a huge wave of deja vu. Brad had intervened for me in the same way with Steve during a very similar situation.
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The Neverending Hangover
Roman d'amour*Second in the Fire Whiskey series* 'I had been amazed at the connection Brad and I had, and our connection was inexplicable, but this with Rev was something else. It was different but just as impressive. Was I cursed or blessed to have two amazing...
