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Maddox
Life is shit as always but with him next to me..it feels surreal. Never would I have thought that I would be here sleeping next to my nemesis,the man I hated growing up.I turn my head and kiss the top of his head and feel hands wrapping around my waist and a low deep voice “lets sleep some more..” he says. I push his hands away and stand “well I can't, as much as I would love to sleep with you and roll around in bed all day i have to reach the farm at 6 am sharp today” .
“Come back….” .Thud.
I turn around and watch as he struggles to get up on the bed, slipping again and again his right leg is tangled in the sheets.
“Hey hey…here” i grabbed his arms and helped him up “how do you feel..”. Last night we had a party on the farm and Tom made more of his special “cocktails” and offered Devon one. It wasn't like the one I drank last year but what he drank consisted of more alcohol than drugs.
He still contemplate when handed a drink , but he trusts himself more now and I do too…with my life.
If you told me that I would be saying that two years ago I would have beat your ass into the ground.
He grabs my arm sliding back on the bed and he leans on me with his full weight “I feel like...my head is being hammered again and again” he groans “ why is it so bright in here?...” .
“Well I got these new curtains from the flea market the other day and I thought… they looked nice?..I don't know ..”
“ Don't you like them?..”
“They're fine… but they don't block enough sunlight, ” he grumbled softly.
“Should I take them back?”.
“What?.. no no I'm just saying”.
“ I think I'm going to…throw up!”
He runs to our sad excuse of a bathroom and empties his stomach in the toilet, I walk behind him stroking his back with my palm. He got up and washed his face in the sink and brushed his teeth. I left him to go into our bedroom and check the time. It was already 5:30 then I texted Peter, “Hey, I won't come today Devon has too much alcohol in his system. Sorry”.
He replied in seconds “You'll have to stay late tomorrow then, all the best especially with him”.
I sent a thumbs up and walked to the bathroom and Devon was there slouched against our bathtub that we got from a yard sale outside Garron. It's small but it's a perfect fit in our little shower area. We thought about moving out of here but it's been a rough couple of months. We both have no time to move… so we just put a pin on that conversation.
“Hey..” I say crouching in front of him.
“Can you get up?”
He grunts and looks up “ I'm NEVER drinking again..”. Well lets see about that,a beer a day is a must .
“Okay okay don't be so dramatic”. “Do you want to take a shower,cause you stink”. He grabs on my arms for support and puts his head on my shoulder.
“Yes I need one when I lift my arms I get a strong stinky gush blown towards my face…”.
“Can you help me wash”. He looks at me and bats those pretty lashes and I get lost in those blue eyes like always.
“What are the magic words?” I tried to sing it and wrapped my arms around him.I started this magic words thing and he followed and it just became our thing.
He stays silent for a moment then he says just inches away from my mouth “please…baby”. It's been a year so obviously we got used to saying it… even if it's occasionally,I really like hearing it from him though because I'm a crazy,love struck puppy like that.
I kiss him and pull away “well if you're asking that nicely,who am I to say no”. I helped him take off his clothes and helped him get in.
The shower took longer than it should because we cannot keep our hands away from each other when we are that close and I'm NOT complaining.
After the shower I made some breakfast, he sat on the couch flipping through the TV for the motocross channel he found last month, and we started watching that every time we got a chance to.
He still can only make “half” burnt pancakes and brick looking toast. I mean who messes up toast? well to answer that only my husband can. Husband I love saying that but I won't admit it.
After we finished our breakfast I had suggested that we go out for a walk but he said his “head was still not clear enough to walk around” unless he had sunglasses on and If I was carrying him.
I ain't carrying him back and forth, I still have to save a lot of energy for the farm and I sometimes get cramps on the side where I got shot when I overdo some activities.
The only time Devon does not go all “nurse Devon” is when he is the activity I'm doing.
We did not go out for a walk and stayed inside the whole day. Xavi and Nate came by in the afternoon,poor Devon he could not get one moment of peace with them calling Devon a bitch and when he tired to fight them I told him...no I ordered Devon to keep his bitch ass on the couch and he plopped down with a snarl directed at them then the guys started to say that Devon finally became the “submissive little bitch” he was always meant to be, I lost it and kicked their asses out of the house. They left cackling like Hyena’s.
It was almost 8 and he threw up only twice and bitched the whole time about how he's never drinking anything Tom or anyone else who claims they made it themselves.
I got a recipe for Andera for a hungover soup and made it for dinner.It was actually really good and he said he felt fresher after dinner and could handle a little walk which then turned into a race with our shitty dirt bikes, spoiler! I won, he claimed I cheated with the usual “Devon’s dumbass reasons” for being a sore loser.
We took another shower before bed. He kept his distance because he's a prick and wants to punish me, because he can and I also don't back down that easily. I won't bend to his ways….well not now.
“Are you still sulking?”.
“No.”
He's so cute when he acts like this. I hum and straddle his thighs and wrap my arms around him nuzzling my face in his neck.He wraps his arms around me and says “ thanks, for staying with me today”.
“Anything for you, baby”. I pulled back and kissed him. We stayed like that for awhile just hugging
And soon we both fell asleep still glued to each other.