Mr Always Right (MxM)

Thirty two

Trey and I have kinda drifted since the accident, he doesn't come over anymore and we only text but that's my fault.

I was currently telling him about Wil, sending pictures of my little ray of sunshine and my current relationship problems. He was telling me about his job hunting, send me pictures of cute guys and girls he's trying to get with and showing me how big his hair is now.

But at some point the messages slowed down and the first period wasn't over yet, I uttered words that soon became bitter and filled me with anxiety.

"I can't wait to go home."

How do I act when I get home?

The question bothered me the entire day and when it was finally time to head home, I was nervous. Xanders usual small texts he sent me during the day checking up on me made me even more nervous. He was acting as if everything is normal, so I should do the same right?

I found myself undressing myself in the car at the red lights because I was so nervous I was sweating.

I walked into the house with my pants undone, shoes off, socks in my pockets and shirt wrapped around my head as if it was a turban. I had never been happier to be home alone when I get home because I probably looked molested.

I really needed to calm down and eat something or I'll be dry heaving over the toilet until Jesus comes to save us.

I made myself a sandwich but it was a sad sandwich because I made Xanders favourite out of habbit and I didn't have my daughter sitting on the counter telling me a story while I made it. Which was half great once I thought about it because I have more time alone to think about how to act when I see my husband.

Maybe I'll just cry.

Crying helps. Jaime gets what she wants when she cries so maybe the same will apply now for a kind of adult.

"I like the idea of this school, I like that it's close" Wil stated handing me the plates we ate dinner from.

"I'm glad you do, I don't think I would've survived if you were far to be honest. I'd be driven wild with worry" I laughed getting my rubber gloves out of one of our drawers

"How about I make an appointment at the school so we can see what it looks like and what not?" Xan asked peaking into the fridge, looking for our daughters juice.

"Sure" I mumbled getting ready for a scrubbing but only to be shoved into Xander and then chased from the kitchen with him and a bottle of juice.

"What are you doing?" I asked once Wil thought we were far enough from the kitchen.

"Making sure I have non-divorced parents who are going to adopt me. Now shoo, go talk and spend time with Jaime."

Great.

"Jaime has a really interesting story to tell us I bet" Xan smiled rubbing his hand on my lower back and leading me to our daughter whose eyes were glued to her colouring book. She wasn't colouring, just pretending to read it. She had the book on the coffee table, a green crayon in one hand as she randomly scribbled down here and there as she flipped the pages and her legs were crossed like a crossed like a proper lady just the way her papa taught her. Her daddy told her to cross her legs at the ankle and put them under the chair slightly to the side like Anne Hathaway does in the Princess Diaries if she wants to be a princess but her papa scoffed at me and told me he doesn't raise princesses. He raises queens just like his momma raised queens.

The biggest diva alive is also the most macho man alive.

"Watcha doing sunshine?" I asked crouching down next to her. She moved her flyway glasses from her face just a little and peeked at me.

"Catpee? Leave? I very busy business queen" she huffed.

"But-"

"Talk to secretarian, k?" she smiled then pushed her glasses back up and continued to scribble.

"Who's the secretary?" I asked dumbfounded.

"Willie."

"But-"

"K, bye."

I got up and gave Xander an evil look. "She gets her sass from you."

"And I'm proud honestly" he smiled back at me and shrugged.

"Shut up."

I hated this feeling. The feeling of knowing everything is okay but having awkward tension pushing us close together. We wanted to talk to each other but awkwardness was standing between us and breathing its ugly morning breathe into the air between us making our eyes water and making us want to run away. But we can't because of how much we love each other.

"Let's be adorable again?" I asked noticing neither one of us was looking at the other but when we do we still smile with all the love and devotion the world has to offer.

"Okay," he shrugged. Then pulled me closer, his arms wrapped around me and leaned down. "I wuv yoo" he cooed in a baby voice pouting his lips and rubbing his nose against mine making me burst out into laughter.

I was happy for more than one reason. Happy because he tried but happier that I finally realised he never stopped trying. My adorable idiot was finally getting his recognition.