Won't Go Slowly

Part 16

A part of you had been worried about the dynamic between you and Tyler changing once you'd started having sex but things were actually really quite normal. Other than the fact that you seemed to be, well, taking advantage of mostly any time you were alone together to....focus on trying to get you pregnant.

When you were with other people though, or before and after the baby making activities, things were pretty much just as they were before. Except for the fact that Tyler would now sometimes just rest his head on your chest while you were watching T.V. or something, straight-up using your boobs as a pillow. Not even in like a sexual way either, just like it was now as acceptable for him to do that as it was for him to rest his head on your shoulder.

But, other than that: normal.

You were in the middle of creaming together some butter and sugar when a voice from behind you said, "Oh good, you're here."

You gasped, spinning around with the spatula still in your hand, your other hand flying to your chest, "Jesus, Tyler."

He raised his eyebrows, looking at the whisk in your hand, which had a glob of butter still stuck to the top of it, "Were you going to beat me to death with that?"

You turned back to the task at hand, "You could have, you know, called me like a normal person to see if I was here."

"This is more fun," he quipped, "And your car was in the driveway so I figured you were home."

"What are you doing here?"

"I was bored," he looked out the window sullenly at the rain, and then leaned over, his arm going around one shoulder and resting his chin on the other to look in the bowl in front of you, "Whatcha making?"

"Banana chocolate chip muffins."

"Mmm..." he said, sticking his pinky finger in the bowl.

"That's just -" you started, closing your eyes as he stuck his finger in his mouth and made a face, "...butter and sugar."

"That's kinda gross," he said, moving out of the way,

"I didn't tell you to eat it!" you said, and he laughed, going to sit down at your kitchen table.

You sighed, grabbing a fork from the kitchen drawer, as well as the bowl you already had with bananas set in it, setting them in front of him.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Mash them," you said, and he gave you a weary look, "You said you were bored," you reminded him.

He sighed a little but took the fork from you, and you went back to mixing in the flour. Once you were done, you went back to mixing in the flour, and then collected the bowl from him once you were ready, mashing it as you took it back to the counter.

"Hey!" Tyler said, "I just did that, and you're fixing it."

"Oh," you laughed, "sorry."

You inconspicuously tried to get all the remaining lumps out.

"Did you put the things in the thing yet?" Tyler asked.

"Hmmm...?" you spun around, and realized from the gestures that he was making that he meant if you put the muffin wrappers in the tin yet. "No, you can do it."

Thankfully, he seemed to know his way well enough around your kitchen, moving around you to get what he needed, and you realized he'd probably watched you make muffins dozens of times. easily, although you didn't realize he was watching you as carefully to know where you kept everything. You glanced quickly out of the corner of your eye, watching him set the liners in the muffin tins and smiled, thinking that, in a couple of years time, you could have another helper, a littler one, who'd probably be sitting up on the counter doing exactly what Tyler was doing on a rainy day just like today.