In love with my best friend

Perspective

I had gotten Boston to sleep finally. Adam wasn't back yet, which left me alone with a glass of wine and my thoughts.

I couldn't completely blame Nicole for hating me. When she was with Adam, I was constantly around him, flirting with him. Of course if I were in her shoes, I'd be pissed that another girl was flirting with my guy, trying to basically steal him from me. I also didn't blame her for hating me now. As soon as Adam was free from her, I jumped on the ball and got him.

Of course Adam and I are a long time coming, I just imagined it more magical. You'd think after such a long time of waiting for someone, everything would be fantastic once you finally have them, yet it just does not feel that way.

Yeah things are good with Adam and I. We don't fight too much, we have the best time together and usually forget all our problems when we're with each other. We just fit together I guess you can say.

But I still can't completely understand why I feel unhappy? Of course I love Adam. He means the world to me but I just can't help but think that this just doesn't feel right.

Maybe it's the way we did things. We moved in together as soon as I moved back from Manhattan. And we eloped barely a month after we moved in with each other.

We never really had a real wedding or even a party for that fact.

And I wanted a wedding but at the time we had just boughten a house, we couldn't afford a whole big wedding!

I wondered if Adam would be okay if we did have some kind of party or ceremony. I wanted it with him.

I wanted those photos and those memories to share with everyone, to have forever so that one day I'd show our kids. If we ever have kids.

"Hey." I look up from my glass of wine at Adam. He walked in, hanging his coat on the couch.

"Hey, how was work?" I ask, placing my wine on the coffee table. "Long, boring." He shrugged. "How was everything today? You get Boston?" He asks. I nod, pointing over towards Boston's little play pen where he slept.

He nods, walking over towards the pen and reaching his hand inside, stroking his sons head.

"Was he hard to get down?" He asks, going to the small kitchen in the hotel were he served himself a glass of wine as well.

"He wanted to keep playing with his toys." I shrug.

He nods, sitting down next to me on the couch.

"Thanks for picking him up." I nod, grabbing my wine and taking a gulp of it.

I replayed me and Katie's conversation in my head. She told me that I should talk to Adam about my feelings.

But I hardly even know what my feelings are! I mean I'm confused on how I really feel. I hate that our relationship feels rushed. I hate that I'm not even sure what's next for us! Not to mention I just hate Nicole and there's nothing he can really do about that.

Ugh.

"I was thinking.." I begin, putting my wine back on the coffee table.

"We should have a party." I say.

"A party?" He looked taken back, looking at me confusingly. "We aren't 19 anymore." He points out.

I laugh, shaking my head. "Let me finish. I was thinking a party to celebrate our marriage with our family. We never really did anything like that after we got married and now that we're doing really good financially, we should have one." I shrug.

"I don't know, that seems like a lot of work, and you just started your job. When will you have the time to plan this?" He asks.

"I'll find the time, just come on, please?" I beg, scooting closer to him. I reach for his tie, undoing it before starting to unbutton his shirt.

He chuckles, taking a drink of his wine.

He shook his head, a knowing smirk on his face. I found him so attractive at the moment.

He leans forward and captures my lips on his.

I place my hand on his cheek as we kissed. "Is this a yes?" I ask, moving back a little.

"Whatever you want." He grabs me by the waist and forces me on to his lap.

"Boston's right there!" I whisper, trying my hardest to be quite but I couldn't help but laugh. "You're the one that started this!" Adam hisses.

"Come on let's go to the bedroom." I stand up, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom. I shut the door behind us and before I can even turn on the bedroom light, I felt Adams hands on my waist, lifting me up and placing me on the bed.

I giggled loudly as he did so, shaking my head at my husband.

"We have to be quiet!" I say, 'sooshing' him.

"He's a deep sleeper."

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I woke up to the smell of sausage and the sound of a tv playing.

I sit up, wrapping the sheets around my naked body before walking into the bathroom were I changed into some jeans and Adams hoodie.

I walked out of the bedroom and into the living room of the hotel.

Boston was on the floor, sitting on his blue blanket with elephants, playing with one of his toys well also managing to stare at the tv which played cartoons.

"Boston you need to quiet it down in there. Your moms sleeping." I can hear Adam say from the kitchen.

I smile, looking at Boston and putting my finger to my nose. "Shhh" I say before reaching down and picking him up, balancing him on my hip.

I rocked him back and forth, making him giggle loudly.

"Let's go see what daddy's doing?" I ask in a lowered voice.

I adjust Boston on my hip before walking into the kitchen.

Adam was cooking, shirtless with only his flannel pajama pants on.

He glances up, giving me a smile.

"Morning." He leans in and pecks my lips.

"Were we being to loud?" He asks, referring to him and Boston.

"Nope." I take a seat on one of the barstools from across the counter.

"What are you making?" I ask, standing Boston on my legs, holding his hands.

Boston kinda new how to walk but he was very clumsy at it. He always managed to fall. But the boy also knew how to laugh at himself.

Which was a relief. I was always waiting for him to start crying whenever he fell.

"Pancakes and sausage." Adam says.

"Yum." I look at Adam as he looked concentrated on flipping his pancake.

Even thought everything obviously wasn't perfect, it felt perfect whenever it was just us.

Almost like everything goes in perspective when we're together.