𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔢

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔰𝔦𝔵

promise me this, that you'll stand by me forever.

"Getting dressed in the morning is so much harder when a half-naked beauty is lying in your bed in the previous day's work shirt," Tyler said, leaning over Jacey before kissing her again. Tyler was barely dressed for work, wearing only socks, boxer briefs, and his shirt.

"You're gonna be late," Jacey whispered between kisses.

"That's fine," Tyler replied unphased.

"What about Jimmy?"

"He's my son. He'll be set for life either way. He doesn't need an education," Tyler told her as his hand slipped under the shirt that she was wearing.

"If he never goes to school, that means he'll always be with me. No more visits at work; on your early days, you will come home to the both of us; we'll never have alone time again."

"Okay, okay, alright, okay," Tyler attested, rolling over onto the bed.

"Maybe if you would have gotten up this morning or skipped breakfast, you wouldn't be in this predicament," Jacey taunted, giggling at him.

"I need my rest, and you made French toast again. You know that's my favorite."

"I made French toast because it's the only thing that will get you out of bed," she exclaimed, sitting up.

"Can you get me a tie?"

"Which one?" She asked after walking into the closet.

"Something that matches."

"Are you going to be able to come tonight?" She inquired as she grabbed a tie and walked out of the closet.

"I don't know. I will try to. Tell your mom to be prepared to have Jimmy a little late. If it isn't too much." He pulled his pants on, buttoned them, then began pulling his belt through.

"She already knows," she said, making her way over to him.

"But if I don't make it, tell Abby she better come by. I haven't seen her in forever. Since I wasn't invited on the Baton Rouge trip."

"Stop whining, I will." She placed the tie around his neck and began tying it. "You checked Jimmy's homework yesterday, right?"

"Yes, I checked his homework and went over his colors and numbers in Spanish and French while you cooked." She finished his tie and pulled him in, giving him a quick peck.

"Good! And you wanted him in private school," she said boastfully.

"You were right about his schooling." She grabbed his jacket and held it open. He placed both arms into it, and she pulled it onto his shoulders.

"I'm right about everything," she told him, positioning herself face-to-face with him.

"Maybe, when are you going to teach him more Spanish? You said you are fluent."

"Um, fluent wasn't my exact word, but I'll let Kaylee teach him the basics like 'hello,' 'how are you,' 'I'm hungry,'...you know," she told him, fixing him just right, almost as if he was a child.

"She knows Spanish?" He asked as he walked over to his messenger bag.

"She knows almost as much as I do," Jacey admitted.