Cowgirl Up 2 (Sequel) ✔️

Chapter Twenty One

I was a girl on a mission.
There was a new spring in my step as I left Blayze to do whatever it was he was going to do.
Actually I think he was going to call back the Arden bloke, then work with some horses.
Being Sunday, nobody had any actual Farm scheduled jobs to get done today.
It was the one day of the week Grandpa gave us 'off'.
Heading to the cottage, because I knew Blayze had gone to the yards, I hoped I'd still find Heath there.
"Hello."
The guy in question greeted as I stepped through the front door.
He was dressed in a matching tracksuit that was dark blue or black and had a coffee mug sitting on the table, with an open tub of assorted biscuits next to it.
"Are you being a lazy bones?"
I chided, feeling a smile twitch at my lips.
He scowled at me.
"It's Sunday leave me alone!"
I couldn't help but laugh.
Heath raised a questioning eyebrow and raked his gaze from my boot toes which I was stepping out of, right up to my hat which I was just pulling off my head.
"You seem to be in good spirits."
"I am."
I agreed, using my sock covered toes of my right foot to help my left foot out of my left boot.
In the meantime, I hung my hat up onto an available hook.
"Gotta admit I didn't really expect you two arguing about Blayze's idiocy to go down quite so smoothly...."
I rolled my eyes.
"We don't always fight."
Heath snorted.
"No. The one time you're not you're makin' a baby."
My god he didn't-!
I felt my eyes widen and an immediate blush flare on my face.
Snickering, Heath turned his attention back to the TV.
Snapping back out of my shock, I snatched a colourful decorative cushion off the nearby armchair and pelted it at Heath.
"Ow!"
Laughing, he lifted his arms, but it was too late.
The pillow had already rebounded off his head and gone over the back of the lounge.
"We do not fight that much!"
I told him, placing my hands on my hips.
He rolled his blue eyes dramatically.
"Lighten up I was only jokin'."
"Annnnnd what I wanted to talk to you about is proof we don't always fight anyway."
I moved over to prop myself on the arm of the armchair that Zeus normally sleeps on.
Heath raised his eyebrows questioningly.
"I'm listening."
"Any chance you can make yourself scarce for the night?"
I asked, lacing my fingers together in my lap.
He looked bewildered.
"Why?"
My god do I have to spell it out for him?!
"Because your brother and I are in a relationship and sometimes that requires spending time together!"
I'd have thought that was obvious?
Heath rolled his eyes.
"You spend time together in bed every night. And I'm still in the other room."
"Please Heath?"
I all but begged.
Maybe I should appeal to his ego a bit?
Works on Blayze...
"You're right,"
I told him, straightening my spine and my shoulders.
He looked at my as if I'd just sprouted a second head.
"Say what now?"
It was my turn to roll my eyes.
But I also had to seriously fight the urge to laugh thanks to his amused expression.
"I'm not above admitting when people have a valid point you know."
He snorted.
"You're right that there's a few things that have been pretty tense lately."
I reasoned.
"We've hashed out a few things this morning, not that you need to know. And I'd really like a chance to..."
"Say no more!"
Heath held up his hands, palms forward as if holding off an attack.
He shook his head.
"I'll hit Shayne up about crashin' with them."
"Thank you."
I pushed off from the armchair and hurried over to swamp him in a hug.
"Argh! What the hell are you doing?!"
He exclaimed.
I couldn't help but laugh.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
I declared dramatically, ensuring to squeeze him with all the strength I currently had in my arms.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
He yelled, his voice actually going rather hoarse.
I had to try extremely hard to hide my laughter as I finally released him.
I did my best to pull a pouty face.
"You don't like my hugs?"
"Fuck no! Save that shit for Blayze!"
My laughter spilled from me now, like a Dam that broke it's banks.
I stumbled off the couch, laughing my butt off.
"Trust me Blayze gets and will get far worse."
"I know! All this couple shit makes me feel sick!"
"It won't when you find the right person!"
I called over my shoulder as I headed into the kitchen.
Now I've just have to ensure that I've got supplies for food...
But wait.
Noah's had a boyfriend (and one of Blayze's best friends at that) for two years now.
Maybe she can give me some ideas on how to pull my plan off.
I've never done this kind of thing before.
But ever since Blayze had questioned me on my belief in us about an hour ago, I'd been unable to get the conversation out of my head.
And part of me knew I'd not been doing enough to nurture a healthy relationship.
This evening I planned to begin my attempt to rectify that.
Blayze deserved more than just a whiney, pregnant girlfriend who just gave him a headache all the time.
I slipped my phone out of my pocket and found Noah's contact, tapped on it, then placed my phone against my ear and moved across the kitchen to scan the fridge and cupboards.
'You've reached Noah, leave a message'.
Damn it!
I don't want voicemail.
With a sigh, I pulled the phone from my ear and ended the call.
I still have one, possibly two other people to schmooze before I can officially say my plan is a go ahead.
Back outside I go.
I have to find my Uncle and bribe him to take over Blayze's ten o'clock feeding shift for Lilah.
Our night wouldn't work so well if we were interrupted because he randomly had to duck out.
Wait...
I might have to see if somebody can take the one I normally do at six as well...
Damn it!
Being a good girlfriend isn't so easy after all!
Gritting my teeth, I headed back out to the main area to pull my boots and my hat back on.
"Does Blayze know about whatever it is you're planning?"
I twisted around to face Heath who was still sitting and facing the TV, with his Play Station controller in his hands, while I pulled on my boots.
"No."
I told him.
"And I take it you want it to stay that way?"
"Preferably."
I agreed.
"Righto, I got your back."
"Thanks."
I told him and slipped out of the cottage.
Now to go find my Uncle and remind him that I'm his favourite niece...