Page 3 of Her Sweetest Desires
Tristian was occupied by the superheroes on his brother’s walls, so I had a few moments to help TJ get situated. Once he was in the shower, I grabbed Tristian and walked down the hall to my bedroom. I was extremely tired, but my bedtime wasn’t for another four hours, so I’d just have to hang on. My cell phone rang, so I settled Tristian in the middle of my bed and answered without looking at the caller I.D. As soon as the call connected, I could hear an airport announcement blaring, so there was no mystery as to who was on the other end.
I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and flopped backward onto my bed.
“Sorry about that, Sweets. What’s up, pretty?”
I sucked in my cheeks, fighting my blush.
“Just got your mini me in the shower, and now me and the slobber monster are laying across the bed.” He hummed, and I was quiet for a second. “Thank you for ordering dinner. I’m ashamed to say that I hadn’t even gotten that far in my day.We probably would have ended up ordering burgers and fries, messing with me. Chinese will last longer.”
Truce chuckled. “You don’t have to thank me, Sweets. You’ve been busy, and the next two weeks are only about to get busier. Ordering dinner was the least I could do. I’ll be home soon though. Can’t wait to see your pretty face, kiss those pretty lips, maybe even suck on that pretty?—”
“Okay! You know your son got the ears of a bat. Even with the shower running, we can’t be too careful.”
I squeezed my thighs together as Truce laughed.
My husband was a sports agent who often traveled for different endorsement meetings he set up for his clients. Truce had been gone for five days, and it was killing me. We fell asleep on the phone every night like two high schoolers, but it wasn’t enough. I missed my man.
With Thanksgiving around the corner, Truce would be off from tonight until December first.
“Don’t do my boy like that.”
“I’m just saying. TJ got hearing like Margaret, so we need to be mindful at all times.”
He laughed again, then said, “I got you. You gon’ wait up for me, or I gotta wake you up when I get home?”
My eyes focused on my wedding picture on the dresser as I considered my options.
Tomorrow was a busy day for me. I was shopping for our houseguests that would be arriving in a week. There were some groceries I wanted to get before everybody and their mamas could grab them, and Tristian had a playdate. However, five days without feeling my man had me thinking that I could simply start my day later. In the morning, I’d have to force myself out of bed because I knew I’d want to be up under Truce, and I couldn’t afford that.
We’d have our parent time when he got home, and then I’d get back to stressing about hosting Thanksgiving.
“I’ll be up.”
“You lie, but it’s cool.” He laughed then whispered, “I know how to get you up.”
I smirked. “Yeah, you do.”
“It’s been five days, Sweets.” Truce whistled. “Tomorrow might be canceled if I’m being real.”
Everything in me wanted to turn this call into a FaceTime, but I knew better.
I had to tend to our children, and Truce knew how to push the right buttons that could get me riled all the way up. His location and the people around him wouldn’t matter. Once my husband got started, he didn’t stop. I blew out a breath, and he chuckled like our minds had gone to the same place. Tristian saved the day because he started going on a babble tangent that captured our attention.
As Truce talked to our son, he looked around, recognizing his father’s voice but not seeing him.
“Mommy, I’m done!” TJ called from his room.
“I gotta go, handsome. Come back to me in one piece.”
“Always. I love you, Sweets.”
We hung up, and I tended to TJ.
Once we were done, and we all made it downstairs, there was a knock at the door. After grabbing the food and making plates, I took a picture and sent it to Truce with the caption,Daddy always taking care of home. After that, the rest of the evening moved fast. TJ talked to his Nana, then I put the boys in bed, so I decided to take a bath to relax.
I hadn’t remembered slipping into sleep but was startled awake by my hair being moved out of my face.
“Truce?”
