“I love you, my king.” The alarm clock goes off and it’s almost 9am.
“One snooze and then we get up, my queen.” I hit the snooze button and enjoy Rick wrapped around me for nine more minutes before the real world invades our private world once again.
Chapter Seventeen
The alarm goes off. I want to support him and make the rest of the season as easy as I can. I’ll be at every game for the remainder of the season and I’ll be cheering for him like nobody else can. I jump out of bed and get dressed quickly, pulling on some black bikinis, denim shorts, a black bra, and a black strapped camisole tank with lace edging. I put a fresh towel in the bathroom and turn on the shower for Rick. I turn on some music and go with my Good Morning Playlist. I hit shuffle and “Shape of You” by Ed Sheeran comes on making me want to dance, so I set it on repeat and hear Rick get in the shower as I make my way to the kitchen. I quickly gather what I need for breakfast and switch up my normal omelette a bit, using provolone, my leftover Italian sandwich meat, mushrooms, basil, thyme, and a shake of garlic salt. I toast up the last couple pieces of bread to go with the eggs and meet Rick at the table as he walks out in his gym shorts, running shoes and “Property of the Seals” T-shirt. I grab my phone and take a picture of him because he's fucking hot.
“Really?”
“Shouldn’t you be more appreciative of a woman who woke you with a blow job and made you breakfast?” I say jokingly, I want him in a good mood.
He smiles and shakes his head, “Take as many photos as you like.” He laughs and sits down to eat his omelette. “This is really good. Italian style?”
“Sure. Using up the leftovers, since there wasn’t enough left for another sandwich. You can put the eggs on the toast and make it a sandwich if you want.” I clean up the kitchen real quick while he’s eating and make sure I have everything for making cookie bars. I pour coffee into two travel cups and package up a few baseball cookies with a piece of chocolate chip banana bread for Chase. I give Rick one of the coffees and start to nurse the other. “When do you want to leave for the stadium?”
“Cross is picking me up in a few minutes. Thought it would make it easier on you since he’s going early today, too.”
“I’m happy either way. Tell him to come up and get you because I have something for him.” A few minutes later Chase is knocking on the door. I open the door and hug him, “Good morning, sweetheart.” Rick gives me the eye.
“Hey lovey, heard you have something for me and I’m hoping its chocolate chip.”
I hand him the bag of baked goods and tell him what they are. “Let me know what you think.”
“You two don’t need to talk. Remember, my woman.” Rick grabs me and claims me excessively before he walks out the door, leaving me boneless and needing to recover before I can continue.
Chase smiles at me, “Thank you.” He laughs and follows Rick out the door.
I have things to get done today and a limited amount of time.
Text from Sam - Good morning! My bro is back playing today, right?
The message from Sam reminds me the first thing I need to do is pee on a stick. I decide to include Sam because I need moral support. I don’t want to be sad, I need to keep it together and be happy to support Rick through the season. No freaking out.
Text to Sam - Yes. He just left for the stadium. I know he was on suspension, but I had the most wonderful week with him.
Text to Sam - Really emotional again last night and missing him like crazy even though he just left. Doing a test. Cross your fingers.
Text from Sam - Cross my fingers?
Text from Sam - Uummm… Do we want it to be positive or negative?
Text to Sam - I don’t want to talk about that.
Text from Sam - You should definitely pee on a stick. Go now. Send me the results.
I work myself up on the short walk to the bathroom and pee on a stick with intentions of walking away from it and getting some work done, but that doesn’t happen. I stand there and watch it for ten minutes. Confused and freaking out with tears running down my face. This makes no sense at all.
Text from Sam - Remember a negative isn’t bad, it means not yet and you have time to practice. ;)
What the fuck is wrong with me? Sam’s right. I’m on the pill and that means it should be negative. I look back to the test and sure enough, negative. I send Sam a picture of the test.
Text from Sam - It’s okay. Probably better not to come up positive during the season anyway. You know how possessive he is, who knows how that would affect him.
Text to Sam – True.
Text from Sam - I know how you really feel, trying to find the silver lining. It just means not right now.
Text to Sam - I know.
Text from Sam - Get rid of that test, so you don’t have to see it and nobody else does.
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