"Hey there, you've reached the Rok, but I guess I'm not answering my phone so leave me a message and I'll get back to ya." Voicemail. They must still be rehearsing, I thought. I waited for the beep before saying,
"Hey, baby, it's me Mags. I'm home now and was just calling like you ordered. Hurry home. Love you!" I finished leaving the message then placed the phone back in its cradle, before picking up the newspaper again. "Robbery, Theft, Murder, Carjacking...God bless America," I muttered reading the latest news. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.
Brian came home and let himself in to the house we shared together.
"Maggie!! Mags? Where are ya?" he yelled while looking for me. "Mag-" then he spotted me on the couch- sound asleep with the newspaper across my face. He smiled to himself watching the newspaper flutter up and down with every breath I took. "Sweetie? Mags? Time to wake up," he murmured softly while shaking me gently. It wasn't working. I'm a very heavy sleeper. So he decided to wake me up in another way. He sat on me. I shot up, startled by the sudden pressure of weight on my stomach, only to see Brian sitting there, grinning at me. "Wake up sleepyhead, naptime's over," he laughed. I pushed him off me onto the floor with a thud.
"Thanks a lot, you clown. I was enjoying a nice peaceful nap and you just decide to ruin it," I said to him, pouting playfully.
"Yeah well I guess we're even since you just gave my ass a good bruising by throwing me on the floor," he muttered. Then he broke into a smile and sat back up on the couch next to me. He circled my tiny waist with his strong arms and pulled me into his lap. "Can we just call it a truce? I was hoping for a romantic evening tonight without you playing the role of a sleepy grouch," he murmured while gently massaging my shoulders and softly kissing my neck and jawline at the same time.
"Mmm, keep doing that and I just might forgive you for waking me up from my nap AND for calling me a sleepy grouch," I replied. I turned around in his lap so that I was facing him, straddling his legs, and kissed him deeply and passionately. He moaned quietly. I broke the kiss. "Nope, still not forgiven!" I smiled and ran for the kitchen.
"Wait a minute! Where are you going, young lady?" I heard him yell from the living room as he leapt off the couch and followed me. He laughed when he found me hiding behind the kitchen door. Grabbing me by the wrist, he yanked me out from behind the door and picked me up sitting me on the counter.
He stood between my knees and took my face in his hands, before kissing me sweetly. I wrapped my legs around him, deepening the kiss. He chuckled, resting his hands on my thighs, before whispering, "Now do you forgive me?"
"Oh yeah, " I whispered back, smiling. He kissed me again before looking me in the eyes and saying, "I love you, Maggie." I smiled. He knew I didn't have to say it back. He could tell I loved him more than life itself, just by the look in my eyes.
