Won't Go Slowly

Part 57

It still felt surreal, waking up next to him, and you couldn't believe that last night had actually happened. But there he was, sleeping soundly right next to you, a little smile coming and going on his face, just like Bentley did when he slept.

Tyler's eyes opened, and for a minute you thought he might make fun of you for staring at him as he slept, even though you'd fallen asleep last with your faces more inches apart. But he didn't, instead, a slow, sleepy smile breaking across his face. "Hey," he said softly.

"Hey," you smiled back, your lips pressed together, just so you could feel how pillowy soft they were, and make out the hint of his smile, even with your eyes closed.

But it turned into Tyler groaning and pulling away from you, until Gerry was standing between you, tail wagging, even as he whined.

"Yeah, I hear him, Ger," you whispered, swinging your legs over the bed and then laughing because Cash was already up, sniffing at the mesh of basinette. He wasn't even crying, though, just making little noises that let you know he was awake. You picked him up, letting Cash sniff him for a moment before you pulled him into bed with you, pulling him out of his swaddle. "Aw stretch," you said, tickling his belly, and you were rewarded with a big smile. "Did you sleep so good?"

"He slept like a baby," Tyler said, his face still on the pillow, smiling into it, "So he was up, what? Every two hours?"

"Something like that," you said, "He was better though, he just wanted to eat all the time."

"He's making up for when he wasn't very hungry," Tyler said, leaning around Bentley now, and Bentley screatched a little when he came into view, like he wanted to laugh but didn't know how to yet. "Oh, what story are you gonna tell me? Oh, you had good dreams last night? Tell me all about it, I'm listening."

"Oh, that's so funny," Tyler said, looking up at you out of the corner of his eyes, "That's exactly what I dreamed about, too."

"Wait, what do you dream about?" you asked.

"You," he said sweetly, looking up at you now.

"Oh, you did not dream about me, stop."

"Mmyeah, I did," Tyler said, and then he laughed, "Maybe it was just because I got to see you in the middle of the night, but it still counts, right?"

"No, it doesn't count."

"Mmmit counts," he said, leaning over Bentley to kiss you. "See, why are you kissing me if it doesn't count?"

"Because I love you."

"Say that again."

"I love you?"

"Mhmm.."

"I just said it."

"I could listen to you say it all day."

"Since when are you such a sap?"

"Since it's you," Tyler said, "And since, I don't know, I've only been waiting for you to say it to me for about ten years."

"I've been saying it to you like this whole time."

"Never like this," Tyler said softly, and then he leaned over you, "Fine, I'll make you say it then."

"Tyler!" You squealed, when he started kissing you all over his hand tickling at your side.

"I love you," he said seriously.

"I love you, too."

"I knew I could make you say it," he grinned, still leaning over you, until Gerry barked suddenly. "What do you want?" Tyler whined.