The Song

Part Thirty-Four

“Oh my god I’m exhausted,” I sighed as I set my empty beer bottle on the counter and tried to stifle a huge yawn.

“That’s what you get for not sleeping all night.”

“Oh yeah,” I said sheepishly.

“You have an open mind?” Aston asked.

“What does that mean?”

“Well, I’m off the rest of the day…I was thinking, if you’re up for it, we could do something that we both usually love.”

“What’s that?”

“Lay in bed and watch TV.”

“In bed?” I asked.

“Don’t worry, it’s a big bed,” Aston grinned, his hands in front of him, “Not trying to pull anything.”

“You better not!” I giggled.

“What do you think?”

“You know what… I gotta try things,” I said, “If we’re gonna do this, I’ve got to try.”

“Good,” Aston said, grabbing two more beers from the fridge and popping them open, “Come on.”

I followed him up the stairs, stopping outside the main bedroom. I avoided going in there as much as possible, mostly because I thought I was encroaching on Aston’s space.

“Come on,” he laughed.

“Right,” I said following him in, an embarrassed glow on my cheeks.

He placed the beers on the bedside tables, carefully placing them so they were at arm’s reach from each side of the bed.

“Am I wearing my jeans?” I asked, “Only I feel like I’d prefer something more comfy.”

“You’re right,” Aston said, going into the wardrobe, “Open mind?”

“Yeah…”

I watched as he wandered to the walk-in closet, pulling out a t-shirt and sweat pants. “You’d probably wear this,” he laughed, throwing it on the bed.

“This?”

“I’m your husband,” he replied, a smirk on his lips as he took in my somewhat shocked look.

“Right,” I replied, looking at the clothes. They were most definitely his. Maybe old, but it didn’t matter. They were his!

Taking a deep breath, I scooped up the clothing and wandered into the en suite, changing quickly. I tried to be open to this new situation, slipping on Aston’s clothes. It was weird though, I wasn’t going to lie. But I needed to at least try. And they were really comfy. Insanely comfy.

“Ok,” I said, walking out into the bedroom.

“Good job!” he said, a cheeky look in his eyes as he took in my attire.

“Stop!” I laughed, looking over at Aston. He’d also changed into similar clothes, a bemused look on his face as he bustled around the room.

“Climb in then.”

“Which side?” I asked, taking in the large bed. It was really big. About five people could probably sleep in it.

“Which do you think?” Aston asked.

I studied the bed for a minute, considering my usual habits, “I don’t know,” I muttered.

“Guess.”

“The right,” I said, not really thinking.

“You’re correct!” Aston grinned, going over to grab his beer from his nightstand.

“Really? Or are you just being nice?”

“I’m being real,” Aston said, “Look in the nightstand over there if you don’t believe me.”

I gave him a skeptical look, dragging open the drawer to the nightstand. There wasn’t much inside, some chapstick, a purple pen, and a few tissues the most prominent. The rest of it was just random stuff that anyone might have. But this was definitely my side.

“See?” Aston said brightly.

“Shhh!”

“Climb in then,” he replied.

“Ok…”

I slipped into the bed, snuggling against the pile of pillows.

“And…”

“Ohhh this is comfy,” I grinned.

“See?”

“I can’t believe I let you have this room!”

“Well…” Aston started, “I wasn’t really going to give it up.”

“No?”

“I’m awful, taking advantage of you like this…”

Shocked by his statements I turned to look at him, a cheeky grin on his lips. “You’re making fun of me.”

“It’s insensitive, but yes.”

I rolled my eyes at him, burrowing into the covers deeper. The bed was really comfortable. I couldn’t believe I’d been sleeping on my lumpy old bed for so long.

“TV?” Aston asked, “I’ll order Chinese or something later if you want…”

“Is that what we do? Lay in bed and then order take-out?”

“Yes. As often as we can.”

“That actually sounds exactly like me. Exactly what I love.”

“See, this was a great idea,” Aston said.

“Hmmm… yes,” I replied, my eyes already drooping a bit.

Aston flicked channels for a while, trying to find something that we both liked. I was still in a funk about not knowing what was on TV, so I left it in his control to pick what was on.

“Normally I’d want football,” Aston explained, “And you’d probably try to pick a film you’d already seen.”

“Ok…”

“But I’m not finding much of either.”

“Oh,” I giggled, grabbing my beer and having another sip. I was actually really enjoying laying in bed and laughing with him. It was fun, and we had fantastic banter.

“Cartoons?” Aston asked, “Or something you don’t know.”

“Cartoons maybe…”

“Done.”

I snuggled back into the pillows, trying to focus on whatever cartoons were on TV. But I was just too exhausted.

“Just sleep,” Aston laughed.

“Shhh…” I giggled.

I closed my eyes, laughing a bit at what he was saying. But the duvet was so snugly and the pillows too soft, and soon I was out cold.

I woke up later on in the afternoon, a loud ringing going through the house. It was dark out now and the TV had switched over to some trash that I’m sure I never would have agreed to.

“Hmmm…” I mumbled, looking around. Aston was gone and the ringing kept going. Climbing out of bed I wandered to the stairs, guessing that the ringing was the doorbell.

“Hey what’s up?” I heard Aston say.

“We knew today was going to be rough, so we’ve brought all the beer we could!” I heard.

I sat down on the stairs, halfway to the front door, trying not to giggle as I heard the boys talking.

“This is great guys,” I heard Aston say, “But…”