Bad For Me

Chapter 33

“Can you explain to me why the hell you’re up at eight in the morning?” Spencer asked, his voice raspy from sleep.

I sighed and leaned back into his arms, putting my cup down. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Why?” He asked, turning me around.

I shrugged and placed a kiss on his cheek, snuggling into his arms. He ran his fingers through my hair as I waited to respond. “I just kept thinking about some things.” I shrugged.

“What things?”

I shook my head and grabbed my cup of coffee. “You should get dressed.” I said, bringing the steaming cup to my lips.

“Why? It’s eight!”

“But it’s black Friday.” I countered.

“But I don’t care.” He pouted.

“Well I really doubt my dad will want to go out and buy a tree right now after finding out I’m pregnant. So, I’m going to help you decorate; and no, you can’t back out.” I said, putting my dirty dishes in the sink and making my way up the stairs.

Spencer groaned and followed me, stopping me once I reached the top of the stairs. “If I do this, I want to do it the right way. I want the both of us to do this.”

I cocked my head to the side, raising a brow. “We are? That’s why I’m telling you to get ready!” I said. “I want to help you pick out your tree. That’s my favorite part.” I smiled.

“Our.”

“What?”

“Our tree. I love you and this house is as much yours as it is mine. For fuck’s sake, you’re pregnant with my child. You’re not helping me decorate my house. You’re decorating our house. You might still technically live with your dad, but you’re always here. So this is your house too.” He said seriously, pulling me closer to him.

“I think those are the nicest words you’ve ever said to me.” I said, fighting back tears.

Fucking hormones.

“I meant every single word I said.” He said, smiling and pulling me closer to him. He furrowed his brow and pushed me back slightly. “Are you crying? What did I say?” He asked confused.

I laughed and rubbed my eyes. “No, you didn’t say anything wrong babe. I just… I love you too.” I said, bringing his face closer to mine and kissing him.

He smiled and pressed his forehead against mine and pecked my nose. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” I whispered, raking my fingers through his hair.

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“Oh my fucking god, they’re all the same! Just pick one already!” Spencer groaned.

We were at Home Depot for the past hour and I still couldn’t pick the right tree. After Spencer’s little speech about his house being my house, I wanted to make this perfect. I can’t decorate my tree with my brother or dad, so I might as well do it with the man I love.

“It’s a process!” I hissed, stomping my foot.

“Okay, fuck your process.” He said, looking at the trees that were eight feet and grabbing the first one he saw.

“Spencer you don’t even know if that one is nice!”

“Fuck it!” He tossed over his shoulder as he dragged it across the ground.

“You’re going to hurt yourself and ruin the tree!” I said, walking after him.

“I’ll make it.” He said.