Won't Go Slowly

Part 39

The pool was quickly become your favourite place.

Especially once Tyler had brought you out a pool floaty, so all you really had to do was rest your arms and head, and let the rest of your body float.

You heard the door open and you looked up to see Tyler stepping out, squinting in the sun. "Why is Marshall laying on a pool floatie?"

"Because he wanted to come in the pool, but he didn't want to swim," you said, pushing his pool floatie away from yours. Tyler gave you a weird look, but the Gerry got out of the pool with his ball and went over to Tyler who grabbed it, teasing him with it before he tossed it into the pool and it plopped next to you, and then you shut your eyes as you saw Gerry running full force towards the pool, jumping into the water and splashing you, causing Marshall to bark.

"Tyler!"

"What?" He laughed. "I was just throwing the ball for him. He wanted to play."

"Did you have to throw it so close to me?"

"It was an accident," he said, moving away as you made like you were going to splash him.

"It was not," you said, swimming with both you and Marshall into the corner. Cash was swimming, too, yet it was no where as fast as Gerry, giving you more time to escape.

"Yeah, it wasn't," he admitted, and you gave Tyler a weird look when he laid down on his stomach on the cement, and then pet Marshall, pulling on your floaty until you were close enough for him to place a kiss on your forehead. "I'm gonna head out, I'll be back in a couple hours. You still gonna be in the pool when I get back? You're gonna get all wrinkly."

"Probably. I just might stay in here forever."

He made kind of a weird face, "I mean, that's fine, but please don't give birth in my pool," he said, "you gonna come out to come to my game or are you gonna be to busy whale-ing it up?"

"Tyler!" You said, and he just laughed. "Stop!"

"Yeah, that's not what you were saying to me last night," he squinted, lifting his hat of his head to run his hands through his hair."I think that was 'don't stop?'"

"Tyler!" You said, and before you said stop again said, "Don't be mean to me."

"I'm not being mean."

"You called me a whale!"

"Yeah, because you're swimming around in a pool all the time," he said, and you still doubting that, even before he added, with a laugh, "And you're really big."

"Tyler!" You grumbled, grabbing a ball and throwing it to the otherside of the pool to get Cash and Gerry to swim away from you.

"But I like it when you say my name."

"You like it when I yell your name at you?"

"Sometimes," he admitted, getting up off the ground now, "You guys make sure she doesn't sink. You want me to get you a rope so you can hook up to Gerry and he can tow you around?"

"No thank you," you said, adjusting your sunglasses. "And I will come. Do you know if they have grilled cheeses there?"

"Do I know if they have grilled cheeses there?" He repeated, frowning, "No, I'm usually a little busy."

"They have them at the ACC, really good ones, that had guacamole on it."

Tyler raised his eyebrows. "If they don't, I'll make you a grilled cheese when we get home after the game, alright?"