“Fuck,” he clipped. One hand left my ass, drove into my hair, and he positioned my face close to his. “Don’t want whoever’s there to get one of the boys or wake ’em. I’ll be back.”

I nodded. Brock lifted his head, touched his lips to mine, rolled me off of him, and rolled off the bed. Tagging his jeans off the floor, he pulled them on as another knock came at the door. He tagged his tee off the floor and prowled to the door, yanking it on, jeans still undone.

Damn but my man was hot.

The door closed and I pulled his pillow to me, hugging it close and smiling.

Then I smelled his hair on the pillow. His hair, not cologne, not aftershave, all Brock.

My smile got bigger.

I rolled off the bed, went to the bathroom, and cleaned up, thinking about our upcoming day.

No, thinking how much I was looking forward to our upcoming day.

It was Saturday after Thanksgiving. Brock got the boys yesterday at three. Why Olivia didn’t let him have them all day Thursday and Friday considering they had both days off school, I did not know.

Upon asking Brock, his response was to ask back, “Why the fuck does that bitch do anything?”

I had no clue as to the answer to that question but also, at his response, I decided not to prod further.

Since our plans were what they were for that day, I came over last night, made dinner, and spent the night. We were going to see how it went with the boys as to whether I spent the night tonight.

And what we were going to do that day was go out and buy Christmas decorations, a tree, and decorate Brock’s tree and house. Then we were going to go back out and buy another tree and take it to my house and decorate that.

With the boys.

I already had my Christmas decorations out and at the ready.

Double the Christmas.

Double the joy.

I couldn’t fucking wait.

I rinsed out the washcloth and smoothed it around the edge of the basin. Then I stared at it.

Navy blue, like his sheets, both of which I bought.

My eyes went to my own personal toothbrush in the holder on the wall. Then they went to the shower where my shampoo, conditioner, and bath wash was. I’d noted Brock’s brand and bought him shampoo so his was in my shower. He also had a toothbrush at my place.

I leaned forward and opened the medicine cabinet.

My face wash. My body lotion. My moisturizer. My contact lens solution. My deodorant next to Brock’s.

I did the same thing with his deodorant, buying his brand and putting it in my medicine cabinet.