Page 109 of Single Teddy
“You’re adorable,” I said. “How on earth can you crochet and read at the same time?”
“I’m not.” He chuckled. “I take it in turns when I get too tired.”
Oh, be still my heart. How could he be such a soft giant?
“Want me to help?” I offered to take over the crocheting, but he pulled it closer to him.
“I’ve got the counts in my head,” he smiled cheekily. “But you can read this article aloud if you want?”
I chuckled and leaned over the laptop to make the writing bigger, and then I sat on the sofa with my legs on either side of him and his head in my hands, nuzzling his hair.
“If you want your social media to pop, you need to ask yourself: what value does this add to my followers’ lives…” I started, and he nodded along, keeping his attention on his crochet work and only stopping to ponder over a statement or to ask me to repeat it.
We sat there like that for an hour, taking breaks, finding new articles, discussing what route he could take with posts, and by the time the clock showed four in the morning, he had finished one sleeve, and I was yawning like nobody’s business.
“You’re tired. Go to bed, baby. I don’t want to keep you up,” he said.
“I’m fine right here, thank you.” I yawned. “I’m determined and dedicated, like you.”
He chuckled and leaned back so he could kiss me. And I kissed him back, Spider-Man style, a.k.a. upside down.
Then I looked for another article to read, although by this point, there was nothing new to add. Everyone was just reiterating the same things, but seeing as neither of us kept notes, that was probably for the best.
I read a couple more articles, but when I asked for Teddy’s opinion, he didn’t respond.
I moved to the side to look at him. He had fallen asleep with the needle and the start of the second sleeve in his hand.
“Oh, Teddy,” I sighed and kissed his cheek.
I opened his hands, took the crochet work off him and placed it on the coffee table, and then closed the laptop.
“Come on,” I whispered in his ear. “Let’s go to bed.”
His eyes barely opened in response, but he did try to look at me, although I wasn’t sure how successful he was.
“Come on. Get up,” I said and tried to lift him, but the man weighed a ton.
“I’m okay,” he whined.
“You’re not. You’re sleeping sitting down. You need to go to bed.”
“I’m fine, baby.”
“Fine, my ass,” I chuckled. “Come on. Don’t you want to sleep in my arms?”
His eyes opened a little more, and he smiled.
“I want to do more than sleep in your arms.”
I laughed.
“You can barely keep yourself awake, and you want sex? Huh. You’re talking nonsense.”
He finally got up and dragged me onto him by the small of my back.
“I’m being serious,” he grumbled in my ear.
“Sure. Okay, big boy. Come on. Let’s go to bed, and we’ll see if you have the ener—” I started when Teddy slid his hand down and gave my butt a squeeze.
