The Not So Sad Rejection

Trespassers

I woke up to someone moving beside me in the bed. "Mmn," I groaned and tried rolling over but a set of arms kept me in place. I squeezed my eyes shut before actually opening them to see Grant. "Grant," I said rubbing my eyes with my fist. "Grant wake up."

"Katrina," he groaned in response, "go back to sleep."

I raised an unimpressed eyebrow and pry his arm off of me before shoving his large body off of the small bed. He hit the floor with a very satisfying thump. I smiled to myself while he moaned. "I think you fell," I said peering over the edge of the bed, my hair slipping to hang down over him.

He looked up at me clearly unamused. "I think I was pushed."

"I think I'm more likely to be believed."

"I think you're secretly evil."

"I think I win."

"I think you should both stop before I throw up."

Grant and I both turned our heads towards the door. Trina. Why do people keep walking in on moments between Grant and me? "Hi Trina."

"You two are being couple-cute and it disturbs me," she said in way of a good morning. "I came in to tell you that your overprotective brother will consider letting you off bedrest if you swear to take it extremely easy and instead I find you two one starry-eyed gaze away from a romance movie, which said overprotective brother will not like."

"Then don't tell him."

"Let her off bedrest?"

Grant and I spoke at the same time. I scowled down at him. "I already have one Nervous Nellie nanny so don't you start." I sat up properly and looked at Trina. "I take it I'll have to do some pushing for that to happen?"

She grinned and rolled her eyes. "Obviously. Jason is almost as bad as you!"

My mouth fell open in offense. "I was not bad! You were just unruly!"

She stuck her tongue out at me in response.

I pushed myself to the edge of the bed and Grant got up. "What are you doing?"

"I'm off bedrest," I replied. "Weren't you listening?"

"I heard her say that your brother would consider letting you off bedrest," he said. "Not that he already had."

"Eh," I said shrugging one shoulder. "With Jason it's all really the same. He gives you an inch you take the mile."

"It's for just that thinking that I've had to stop giving you an inch," Jason said surprising us with his presence. "I had this nagging feeling that Trina would even try to keep you in bed."

"This is so..." Trina said. "That is so absolutely true. But the dog faced one did."

"Hey!" Grant exclaimed.

"He's face only slightly resembles a dog," I said at the same time.

"Wait, what?" Grant turned to me.

"What?" I asked. "I was defending you."

"You and I have differing opinions on the definition of defending, little sister," Jason teased.

"We have differing opinions on a lot of things, older brother," I said. "Like the fact that your hair is most definitely turning gray."

"If it is then it's from the stress of looking after you for all these years," he replied. "Go on and let her down, Grant. Release the Kraken."