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Chapter 3

Blake threw open the door to his trailer. I smiled at the familiar smell of him. He hadn't rearrange the furniture at all, and the only thing new was the hole in the wall that was cruelly covered with Spack-L. I always loved his place. It was cozy warm and inviting, unlike his outward appearance. His hound laid on the floor, barely acknowledging my presence. With my hand in his, I followed behind him to his bedroom. He tossed me an holey grey tee-shirt with his old football number on the back.  I slipped my tank top and tan shorts off and replaced it with his large shirt. I laid them neatly over the chair pushed under his desk. I clicked the switch on the wire and positioned the light parallel with the wall.

He pulled the covers back on the bed and sat on the edge.

"You're so cute", I smiled and blushed. I moved to sit next to him. "Will you tell be about your baby? "

I felt odd sharing something so personal with my best friend. I had never felt this way telling him something. "Um, I guess I'll start at the beginning..." I told him what Owen was like and how Darrel took care of me. I shared that I missed her and wished I could have supported her, but it was best she have two parents that love her unconditionally. Parents her would be able to put her first.

"I'm so sorry for you." Blake wrapped me in a hug and missed my forehead.

"I'm alright. Thank you," I yawned, "you ready for bed?"

He yawned in reply. He scooted to the far side of the bed and opened his arms to me. I crawled in and laid next to him. With my back to his chest and his arms holding me close, I fell into a sweet, dreamy state, after wishing him goodnight.

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I woke alone at ten. I sighed loudly, stretched my arms, and sat up. The room was dark and I figured the entire night had been a dream. Then I felt the springs on the opposite side of the bed compress.  Someone picked me up and kissed me passionately. Thank God it wasn't a dream. I kissed Blake back it an equivalent emotion. I wrapped my arms around his neck, laid my head into his chest, and breathed in his cologne. If I could wake up to him every morning I would be the happiest person in the world.

"Good mornin'! How'd you sleep?" He asked, pulled up the shades, and smiled.

Smiling back I replied," like I was on a cloud," I gave him a short kiss.

The cool mountain air blew in the trailer dragging the smell of breakfast to my nose. He was an amazing chef too.

"That wouldn't by chance be the famous omelets by the best chef I the world, would it?"

Nodding, he pressed my back to the wall. We kissed like our lives depended on it. An oven time beeped and he ignored it.

I tried to tell him but my words got lost in his mouth. Beeping again he pulled away, jogged out the room, and said," be right back, don't you dare move, girly!"

I was grateful for the wall behind me. I probably wouldn't have been able to stand if it weren't there. I walked towards the desk. I stared at the contents; college folders exploding with papers, resume, sunglasses, pictures of family and friends, and a few other miscellaneous items. I picked up his resume and read the extensive list of his past jobs. Employee of Rene Colps (RCtraining, equine trainer), Lauren Gillord (pretty hooves, farrier), mike Webber (Webber paving services) and JR Hensen (mechanic) were the top four on along list of names, all of which I've seen before. I set the page back down on the desk and grabbed my clothes. My phone started ring on the bed.

"Hello Kelly speaking," I automatically answer. It became a habit after subbing for my mom's secretary.

The line was silent for a short time while i pulled on my shorts.