What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

The Phone Call

"I have five minutes before the meeting, it's very fucking late right now, so don't stay up as per usual, sleep for god's sake. I'll be home when you're knocked out." And Ginni hung up. Wow. 

"Thank you for letting me use the shower," I hear footsteps stopping. I look to my side and see Aslan wearing my extra large men's clothes, the white shirt tight and wet, slightly visible to his skin. "No- no problem," I look down, back at my phone, putting a string of hair behind my ear. The chair I'm sitting on suddenly feels uncomfortable, the dining table suddenly looks dirty, and I'm beginning to overthink that the food has gone cold. Still, I could feel my cheeks hot. 

"Esden didn't sleep on the bed?" I follow where his eyes are, stopping at Esden, who's on his back, resting on a comfortable cushion on the floor next to the couch. "I felt anxious keeping him out of my sight." He nodded and sat opposite me, obviously because the food was opposite of me. "Thank you for the food," he started eating.

"I hope it's not cold now; I could warm it up for you?" I was halfway standing, hand stretched out to grab the plate, "It's perfect." I retreated my hand and sat back down. Leaning on my hand and turning to look behind me so I could watch Esden, to hide the excitement that he smells like me

It's gotten late so far, the baby is sleeping, the daddy's eating, and I'm the one who took care of both situations. Am I wife material? I giggled to myself. I looked back in front of me. I saw Aslan with one eye closed due to a drip falling on it, and when our eyes met, his eyebrow rose at me. "Haha, you'll catch a cold like this. How would Esden feel if his dad can't hold him?" His eyes went to Esden before his hands reached his head, but I stopped him, "Let me."

I went to touch his wet hair barehanded before I grabbed the towel and ruffled the hair softly. "Your hair is smooth. Usually, it gets wavy." He had straightened his back for me, but why is it that when he's sitting, he's still taller? 

"I hope the products you used were okay with you, I could always order ones you prefer-"

"That won't be needed, the products were just fine. Sorry for the trouble," He pushed the plate slithy away to show he's finished. I took my time with his hair. 

Just then, I remembered the phone call. . . 

"How was work?" 

He didn't answer me. 

I could feel my throat aching, eyes itchy to bottle up fluid. I swallow my saliva. 

I put the towel back down on his shoulder and reach for the plates after moving to his side. "I'll safe you the trouble, show me where I could get the products." He took the plates to the sink and took the sponge from under the sink as instructed. I watched him for a bit as he washed the dishes, the foam of soap on his fingers takes my mind to the gutter. . . this is my sign to get the fuck out of here, so I just walked away. 

"Let's go to bed," I whisper to Esden who's still sleeping before picking him up, and walking to my bedroom. I get stopped in my tracks by a voice behind me. "I'll put him to rest comfortably. Do you need to shower?" He asked me. No, but now I want to.

I nod and give Esden to him since he had his hands ready, just in place. It took me a while to pass Esden because our hands were touching in that position, I wanted to feel his skin more, before cute duckling was finally in his arms. "Do you want me to bring you anything before I head to the bathroom?" 

Why won't he look at me? Is it because it's been a while since Esden had not cried in his arms? 

He stares at the ducklings face before shaking his head at me, so I entered my bedroom first, get my clothes, and leave the moment he stepped into further into the room. I closed the bathroom door click the moment Esden touched the covers. 

I have this very urge to bawl but I could only have this urge and not do the crying. 

This sucks. 

I took my time in the bathroom, skinning my skin. I get out and get dressed. I laid the towel across my shoulder, splitting it onto each shoulder. I split my hair too, both on each shoulders so I could burrito towel my split hair around and roll all the excessive water out, ruffling my head gently with the back of the remaining towel.  

I fully cloth up; a top and shorts, leaving without a bra only to realize late; it's uncomfortable to sleep in and it's a habit I didn't think much about until now.

Tch, whatever. It's not like he'd even want to feel the tiny hairs on my arm. 

Overthinking it last minute, I go back into the bathroom and change into a baggy shirt I left on the rail of the door, take off my towel and braid it before heading out. I walk into my bedroom to see the lights off and the two under the covers. Last time I woke up with him I was on the right side of the bed and now I'll be sleeping on the left, as it seems. 

I sit on the edge, mentally preparing myself before I look back behind me. I grasp the duvet tight when I see him wake up, I freeze. Do I stay still or jump under the covers and pretend to sleep? 

"Hey." Oh. . .

"Hi, uhm. . .Good morning?" I cringe at what I'm saying, but what else do you say in this situation?

"Morning. Do you want this side of the bed?" What?

"Oh, sure? Is that fine with you?" He nods. "Last time you slept here." Do you have a split personality or are you so tired you can't keep up an act...If only it's an act. 

Is it?

We both get up from our spot and walk in front of the footrest while making sure cute duckling isn't waken up by us. Suddenly, the free space away from the footrest is so little none of us can get out of each other's way. I suddenly lose my footing from the ringing in my ear, from thinking back to that phone call, making me fall forward. 

"Are you okay?" I was caught in his arms, secured and standing. I hug him by impulse, my arms under his and around his torso. He stands still just like that. His body is so comfortable. 

I get embarrassed, wanting to dig myself into the pit of a shovered grave, so I back away only to be pushed back into his arms after trying to walk away, behind him. I don't know where it came from but I wasn't hugging him at this point, my hands are grasping my mouth, silencing my voice out while my throat itches for hiccups of cries. "I'm sorry I'm wetting your shirt," I stutter out. 

I want to slap him in the chest. Why is he comforting me? Does he think me annoying? 

"I'm sorry," I tear out of the hug. I went to my side and buried myself under the duvet. After a bit I felt the bed shift down, which could only mean he also went under the blanket. I dragged the duvet, feeling more blanket at my side but I was exhausted to double-check if that were true, didn't wanna face him and didn't want to say anything I'll regret more which. I end up sleeping asleep faster than usual. 

Looks like this time around I'm sleeping faster than Ginni coming home. 

. . . 

I wake up, looking at the window that has not been curtained close; it's still dark out. My ears perk at a familiar voice. 

"Finally, you just saved me. I'll head to you in half an hour." What?  

What?...In the next minute I hear the sound of stuff being packed up, the shifting of clothes being changed, out of mine, that I recall him wearing to perhaps his own which should have dried just about. 

I then hear shuffling of stuff being moved back, then the shift of the bed lowing only to feel more space; Esden was taken off the bed. The tiny hand that, during me asleep, comforted me was slipping out of mine. 

I couldn't show that I was awake, for some reasons I didn't want him regretting that I had heard his honestly review of staying here. 

At last, the front door closes shut with a click. 

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(A/N):

JSDJDHHDjh!! You look SO GOOD! (Yes, I've eyes everywhere, yes you do look good, AMAZING!)