Theif 3

Chapter 10

I wake up to an arm around my waist and blue eyes on me. I smile at him, but he doesn't smile back, there's more of a look of sadnest that his features hold.

"What's wrong?" I ask putting my full concentration on him.

There was a small pause while he continued to stare with sad puppy eyes. His hand moved from my waist and to my ribcage, and his fingers slowly grazed along the fabric of my shirt. He inhales slowly, and just as slowly exhales.

"N-nothing." He answers, "It's just..." he sighs. "You're very beautiful."

Although it was something sweet of him to say, I wasn't at all flattered, I was worried, he looked upset.

"Well you look sad." I explain turning on my side, rubbing his face with my hand.

"Well I-I, I just woke up." He barely chuckles.

Something is bothering him.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

He nods, leaving me clueless of what is running though his head.

"Well alright." I agree sitting up and looking to him. "Are you positive you can watch Wes for the day?"

"He has been my baby for two years, not two minutes. We'll be fine. Go out and enjoy yourself."

"I know, I just feel like if I'm leaving him to do something to myself I'm being a selfish parent. You know?"

There was a moment of him looking at me before bluntly saying, "No." He then pushes me off the bed.

I fall on my butt making a huge thud on the carpet that suddenly felt like stones. I yelp and let out a sigh.

"Go have fun." Nash instructs finally.

I sigh once more before forcing myself off the ground and going to our closet, picking out an outfit.

I hope Wes doesn't think I don't like being around him because I leave him today. I never leave him just so I can do something. Maybe he'll think I don't love him, and I really don't want that.

"Nash," I sigh, "I really don't want to leave Wes."

I hear the sheets ruffle around and a couple footsteps until a Nash in briefs appears in the frame. He pulls out a dress shirt of mine and a pair of sweat pants, he drops them to the ground, he pushes my arms up while pulling off my shirt. He never takes his eyes off of mine. He bends down picking up the pants and opening the waist.

"Lift." He demands.

"Nash," I begin, "The shirt and pants don't even ma--"

"Lift!"

I huff lifting my right leg, them my leg while slips on the grey sweats. He grabs the blue dress shrit and puts in each of my arms in and buttons it up until he reaches my breast. He grabs my face and kisses my cheek.

"Have fun with Brenna." He tells me, then exits the closet.

I look down at the disaster Nash just dressed me in.

He is out of his mind if he thinks I'm going to wear this.

I chuckle pulling off the pants and unbuttoning the shirt. I walk out the closet an to the dressers beside the door and pull out a cute top and some jeanshorts. I look in the mirror at my messy hair and groggy looking face.

I feel bad for Wesley and Nash. They have to see me every single morning. Fortunately they seem not to mind.

I go to the bathroom and wet my hair down before grabbing my comb and rake through the knots, curls, and waves, starting at the bottom and working my way up.