If I Have To

Back To Business

New York, New York
March 14th

Kasey L.

"Ughhhh! I don't wanna be back!"

I stood on the pavement watching Xena have a temper tantrum. Like a full on temper tantrum in the backseat of the truck. She was groaning, whining, I believe crying, and all because we were back home. I honestly felt the same way. I needed a couple more days down in Punta Cana, however, I had to get back to work. Like now.

"Xena," I called out to her. She sat up and I saw that her eyes were red, tears were rolling down her cheeks. She was really crying.

"Babe, you're serious right now?" I asked, stunned that she was actually crying.

"I don't wanna be here!" She whined, lying back down.

I shook my head. "You know having a temper tantrum isn't going to fix it. We'll go on another trip again later." I tried to make her feel better. She sat back up and looked at me. She was angry now.

"No, we're not," she said. I took a step back while she got out the truck. She stood in front of me with her arms crossed. "I know it's going to be hard for you to get another vacation like that due to your job. You said it yourself that you don't have days off like that. Our next trip will be in two years messing with you."

A frown plastered on her face. I sigh then grabbed her arm, pulling her towards me. I wrapped both my arms around her which made her look up.

"Our next trip probably will be in two years," I started off and she rolled her eyes. "But that doesn't mean we can't do stuff around here. You haven't seen all of New York yet. We can also head to New Jersey or Pennsylvania or Delaware. Just because we can't leave the country in a while doesn't mean we can't do anything nearby at times. So stop being a brat." I concluded.

"I'm not being a brat," she responded, ignoring everything else I said before that.

I chuckled, "You are being a brat. Relax." I told her. She tossed her head back and groaned. She was always so dramatic.

While she had her moment, I had a couple of thoughts. Like kissing her. Her lips were huge, the lipgloss she was wearing made them so aesthetically pleasing to look at. No wonder I enjoyed listening to her speak all the time. The color of them were cute as well and matched her skin, a beautiful dark and light brown combination.

I wonder if I tried to kiss her would she have an issue with it? Would she be upset with me messing up her lipgloss? Or would she not appreciate being kissed by me? I thought of a lot of things but I didn't act upon the action. I guess I'll find out some other time.

"Are you finished?" I questioned, coming out of my daze. She lifted her head up and poke out her bottom lip.

"Ugh, I guess." She responded with an attitude. If only I was able to fix that attitude of hers then we would be good.

I let go of her then tapped my finger on her nose. "Good. Let's head upstairs." I told her.

I shut the truck door and at the same time I felt her hand grabbing mine. I glanced down at our hands connected, fingers interlocked. Her thumb rubbed the back of my hand while her free hand held my arm. It was a small action but it gave me butterflies and made my heart warm. Was it a protective thing? Did she feel safe just by a simple bicep hold? I assumed that was the case and I loved that.