Remember My Mistakes

13. We're taking a trip

The next day.

I sat on the couch all by myself, Brett was still asleep in the bed. He longer slept on the couch like he used to, he sleep in bed.... With me. He's been doing that for quite a few days now, and I don't feel weird at all. It feels natural, normal, right.

I was watching a brand new episode of "90 day fiancé." It was really good. So good that I didn't even realize Brett had walked in and was watching me. I didn't even notice.... Until the commercials come on.

"Hey! How long have you been there?" I asked him. He smirked and said, "long enough." I laughed and patted the cushion next to mine. He shrugged his shoulders and walked around to come and sit next to me. "Good show?" He asked, but he already knew he answer. "Yes, love it." I answered him,
As I crossed my legs.

He moved in closer until there was no room left between us. I was now stuck between Brett, and the arm of couch. Brett rested his head on my shoulder, and said, "why did you leave to come down stairs so early?" I could of just said, because I wanted to watch the show. However, the truth was that I had went for a run. I felt really big after eating that ice cream yesterday, I needed to burn some of the calories off. I can't stay small and eat like 4 pounds of ice cream. I had to work it off, even though I really didn't want to.

"Going to tell me? Or am I going to have to get it out of you?" He asked, challenging me. "I wanted to watch my show." I told him quickly. He raised a brow and spoke. "Bull." Then he moved his mouth to the soft spot behind my ear. He kissed me there for a while, I was too happy to move. When he stopped he said, "again, why did you leave so early this morning!" I smiled and said, "I already told you."

I could tell him it was because I felt fat after eating. He would go through his usual, "your fine he way you are" speech. Or he'll convince me some other way that made me tell him what he wanted to hear.

He smiled at my answer. "You are very stubborn" he told me. Then he turned my head and planted a long, hard kiss on my lips. He ran his fingers though my hair, and push me up against the couch, I was in heaven.

When he pulled away he repeated his question. "Why did you leave, Cara?" I smiled and told him the truth. "I felt fat because of the ice cream yesterday, I went out for a run." I explained to him. He nodded his head and said, "I know." Then he left to go into the kitchen. I heard the fridge open, and then I heard the toaster.

He's making toast I suppose. My show eventually came back on. So my eyes were glued to the screen. Unable to move, since I didn't want to miss a single minute. Then my phone rang. I declined the phone call at first. But who ever it was, kept calling. I finally picked up. "Hello?" I spoke into the phone. "He there Cara! Watching the show?" Said the voice on the other side of the line. Murphy.

"Yes I am."

"Wasn't that part just a second ago crazy?"

I gasped, "yes! Oh my god! I love this show!"

Then we started talking about who was doing what and wth who. Our conversation went on for quite a while. But when out show came back on, we put on speaker so we could still talk to each other, but watch the show all at the same time.

After the show was over, I clicked off with Murphy because Brett was calling my name. "Yeah?" I asked, pulling my hair up into a messy bun. "Go pack your bags for a five days." He told me. I stopped in my tracks. "Excuse me?" I asked me.

"You heard me, go pack your bags. We are going on a trip." The he sipped his coffee. I was still very confused. "We are going on vacation, we leave tomorrow." Tomorrow?

"Where?" I managed to ask, I was still quite shocked on the sudden vacation bomb he just dropped. "Vegas." He said one word, and one word only, and I could of jumped with joy right there. And I did.

"Vegas! Oh my god! Are you serious!!" I danced around excitedly. "Yep, bring a few dresses too, pick out the red own I love. That one looks terrific on you." He complemented me on a dress I wasn't even wearing yet. "Ahhhhh! We're going to Vegas!" I yelled once more hen jumped into his arms.

I didn't know for sure if he was going to catch me it not. However, Brett's instinct is when a girl is falling, you catch her. He bent he back and caught me before I hit the ground. He carried me into our bedroom, bridal style, and tossed me into the bed. I crawled over to my side of the bed and covered up, while he was on his side. It was only 9:30 in the morning, as we had already gotten back in bed.

Brett rolled over to my side of the bed, and pulled me in close. There was no space between us. "Excited?" He asked me, but my reaction to the word "Vegas" said it all. "Of course! I can't wait!" I told him.

I turned around to face him. His eyes were closed, but he was wide awake. I snuggled into his chest. He righted his muscular arms around me and said. "I'm glad that your started to remember things." Of course, who wouldn't be? "Thank you. As the days go on, I start to get a feel of who I used to be." He held me in closer, if the was possible. He spoke once more. "There is plenty more to learn about you yet, don't worry. I hope that this trip to Vegas will spring back your memory s little bit more." Yes, of course.

I do too.