Hanging On

Someday

“Tucker?” I asked sleepily who knows how much later. I was lying on his chest, my eyes closed. He was running his fingers through my hair gently, and that paired with the sound of his heart beat was making me extremely sleepy. That and what we had just done.

“Hm?” he murmured softly. I lifted my head up a little and sniffed the air.

“What is that?” I asked, sitting up. I looked at Tucker and our eyes widened at the same time.

“Shit!” I cried, scrambling from the tangled sheets and quickly pulling on Tucker’s large t shirt and running down the stairs.

Smoke billowed out from the top of the oven and I ripped it open, barely remembering to put the oven mitts on before I yanked the blackened pizzas from the oven and tossed them on the counter. Tucker appeared and swiftly opened the front door to let some of the smoke out. He had put on a pair of jeans before coming down to help.

I stared at the blackened pizzas, then looked at Tucker, then back at the pizzas. I giggled, and then started laughing, and before I knew it we were both double over with laughter at our stupidity. I had almost immediately forgotten about the pizzas after my mom left, and then we got, er, distracted.

We eventually pulled ourselves together, but I still couldn’t stop smiling.

“Well, there goes dinner.” I said, eyeing the black things that had once been pizzas that were sitting on my counter. Tucker chuckled and wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“I think the whole cooking thing is out for us.”

I shuddered at the way he said us. One would think that I would have gotten used to him saying things like that, touching me like he was, but I doubted I would ever get used to it.

“By the way, you look incredibly sexy in my shirt.” He whispered, and I turned around to kiss him, when suddenly there was the sound of tires on the driveway.

And we were off again. We ran up the stairs and I quickly stripped tuckers shirt off, tossing it back to him before grabbing my clothes and getting dressed as quickly as possible, then putting my hair in a messy bun and spritzing myself with my perfume just as the front door opened.

“Hey guys I’m- what the hell happened to our dinner?!?!?” my mom yelled and Tucker and I couldn't help laughing one last time before I bounded down the stairs breathlessly.

“Sorry mom, I didn’t um, hear the timer go off.” I explained. It wasn’t exactly a lie. She narrowed her eyes and looked between me and Tucker, her eyes resting on him. I looked back at him and realized his black hair was sticking in every direction. He quickly realized it and ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing it down a little.

“So, um, how's Lila?”  I asked to distract her before she started making connections. It seemed to work.

“Fine. The baby was breach, but we got it turned around and everything after that was fine.” She explained, glancing at the pizzas.

“I’m not much hungry anymore. If you two get hungry you can make something. Vivian told me about a place in Westmoreland that gives a higher price for milk and hay and such, so I’m gonna take a ride up there on Thursday. It’s probably gonna be an all day thing. Will you two be ok alone?”

I tried not to look at tucker and therefore give away everything I was thinking, but I couldn’t help smiling.

“Yeah, we’ll be good.” I said, and she shook her head before turning to go to her room.

“Try not to burn the house down.” She muttered over her shoulder, shutting her door behind her. I giggled and looked at Tucker. I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off.