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Chapter 60: Align

Tremaine

"Trey."

The familiar voice rang fuzzily in his ears, "Trey."

Both eyes slowly parted while begrudgingly running a palm over his face. The sharp intake of air towards the ceiling gave the rest of Tremaine's body time to come to, but the tingles in his lower limbs ached to be stretched out.

"Good morning," His mother was making the usual rounds throughout the den and kitchen. Straightening up pillows, coasters, and any remainders of colorful misplaced toys. "How'd you end up in here?" Before Tremaine could return the greeting, she answered her own inquiry. "Must've fell asleep watching tv."

He stood from the sofa, "L put me out."

"She's here?"

Tremaine couldn't control the face he made. It contoured to a slick side eye while the throw was folded. Then instinctively smacked a peck on her right temple, "Mornin' Momma."

The light snickers causing both her shoulders to jiggle wasn't received as comical this time of morning. His momma knew first hand how hard it had been to get Laive anywhere near the state of Virginia or his family in general. Since the tour, it had been four or five months.

"You funny." He smirked. "Yeah, she here. Pro'ly still sleep."

Once the throw got placed against an arm of the brown leather sectional, Tremaine trailed into the kitchen.

It was a space composed of deep oak cabinetry set against light and speckled granite. Designed to have the crystalline stone sheerly compliment each stainless steel appliance wedged throughout. With a huge mosaic tiled island structured in it's center, the breakfast nook sat off to the right hand corner. Adding to the kitchen's already massive size, uplighting came from ceiling installed bulbs and opaque glassed fixtures that hung in a few spots over the room's volume. You could tell by the seating capacity that the area was constructed with huge amounts of food, family, and company in mind.

"Laive put you out and you went to sleep on the couch? Like there weren't other rooms up there?"

She laughed of amusement.

Momma didn't understand. Tremaine needed to walk further than a hallway with how Laive got his blood pressure up. The man drank cold water from the fridge and contemplated in the dark just to pull his print back under. A useless attempt before trying to get any kind of rest.

The chance to see Laive fall asleep never came. His loins got the best of him when they cuddled in a spooning position. L's rump settling and pushing against his groin just....

Went left.

Grabs, pulls, and heavy tongues start leading to trouble, and Laive caved once Tremaine rushed to pull off her banded cotton pants. The tv muffled sounds from each smack of Laive's ass while his hands mannishly gripped to soften the sting.
Tremaine almost had Laive right where he needed her until babygirl put him out.

In the dark hallway.

Barefoot.

Clothed only in boxer brief underwear.

Laive flung the throw out the door, rushed to put his pajama pants in both hands, and sassily argued that he wasn't going to have his mom looking at her upside the head. L promised she wasn't going to be an active participant in Tremaine trying to give his momma grand babies under her own gotdamn roof. "Watch ya' mouth," Tremaine countered. Then he asked for one last kiss. Laive answered by locking the door.

Tremaine messily swept over his hair, "I was tired. Wasn't really thinkin'."

Hearing pans clash and clang atop the granite island, his stomach gurgled of it's much needed refueling while Momma easily got lost in another element. A container full of deboned turkey leftovers were pulled from the fridge along with bags of frozen diced potatoes and half a dozen eggs. He wasn't sure how dated the tradition of turkey hash went back in his family, but Tremaine looked forward to it every morning after Thanksgiving. When the embedded electric flat top begin to heat up, his mother moved on.