Josh' POV
Tonight Kyla's been acting a little different. I can't pin point what it is but something's up. She's been a bit shy, and even zones out into deep thought randomly.
Keeping trained on the road I turn down the radio a tad. "Whatcha thinking about baby? You're minds been somewhere else all morning." I try to not to sound so concerned as I scoop her hand up in mine.
She gives my hand a little squeeze and shakes her head. "C'mon babygirl talk to me, what's going on in that beautiful mind?"
Shrugging she fiddles around with my fingers. This means she won't talk now, but it'll come up eventually. Looking from her back to the road I decide to just let the conversation come up on its own. With Kyla it's best to just let it happen.
It all started when we arrived at my Dads house. We were all eating dinner when I noticed she was making the thinking face. I tried my hardest to drag her into small talk, however her answers were short and dead.
Maybe she's homesick, or just sick period. I don't know but I'll find out soon. "I need to stop for gas, do you want me to pick up anything for you?" I ask getting a little worried, she shakes her head then presses it against the window.
Opening my mouth a couple times I choose to let it go for the moment and close the car door behind me as I step out. Walking inside the small store I put my Credit card infront of the older male.
"40 on 7, please." I say trying not to sound too defeated. He stares at my state then off to our car. "That her?" Knitting my eyebrows in a questioning look, he rolls his eyes. "Is that the lucky girl?"
Coming to realization I nod constantly, "Yes sir, that's my girl." He smirks and messes with the register. "What's a pretty young lady like that doing with a frown on her face, huh?"
Running a hand through my hair I sigh, "I wish I knew sir, she's been like this all day. She won't even talk to me, I thought today was going good." I admit pathetically to the old man.
Looking back at Kyla he leans his forearms against the counter between us. "Well let me ask you something kid," Nodding I wait for him to continue.
"Are you happy?"
"Most definitely."
"Is she happy?"
"All the time."
"Is the sex good?"
I suddenly feel the tip of my ears heat up, causing him to chuckle. "Well, its beginning to struggle." I admit starting to feel uncomfortable. "You're always in control of things aren't you?"
My cheeks are now on fire as I nod to the grey soul. "Ah, I see what the problem is here." He says as if working on an old truck. "She wants control, she wants the dominate hand." He says as if talking about the wheather.
"I find that hard to believe." He chuckles yet again. "So does she," He says while point outside. "that's why she's over there arguing with herself." Looking at my baby I shift on my feet, maybe he's right.
"I tell you what, take her home, and rough it out of her. Make her admit it first, but don't push too hard you might scare her away." He says while handing me back my card. Nodding I put it back in my wallet, and thank him before exiting.
Quickly pumping the gas I hope back inside the drivers seat. "Ready to go baby?" She nods and grabs my hand as I pull out the gas station.
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We make it home around 10:40 pm. Unlocking our front door I watch as she immediately makes her way toward the bedroom. Following not too close behind I begain loosing my clothes...
