Page 110 of The Blessing

She rocks my world and once again, I have to wonder how I can possibly deserve this girl. When she finishes, she licks her lips and crawls her way up my body before settling her head on my chest. “I love you, Trev,” she says with a yawn before rubbing her tired face against my chest.

“Want me to reciprocate?” I ask with a smile as I trail my hand up her thigh.

“Tonight, was just about you,” she insists, although, she doesn’t stop my fingers as they begin to play with her. “I was thinking,” she casually begins as I slip a finger inside of her wet core, “tomorrow we both have the day off, maybe we could go look at that house I was telling you about?”

“So soon?” I ask, although, I’m more focused on her pussy than what she’s fucking saying.

“Well, our leases are up pretty soon, and I thought it’d be exciting to just see it.” She moves my hand away from her pussy and I frown like a kid who’s just had his Halloween candy taken away.

“That’s fine,” I sigh, wanting to get back to the matter at hand. “Whatever you want, baby.”

She smiles and opens her legs wide for me. A deep laugh escapes me as I look at her. God, she’s fucking good. Here I thought I was the one in charge of our relationship but, like always, Ronnie finds a way to prove me wrong.

“Come on, Trevor. It won’t be that fucking bad. Man-up and get out there!” How pathetic am I? I’m giving myself a pep-talk in my foggy bathroom mirror. Fuck, I’m acting like such a little bitch right now. I took a scalding hot shower, hoping it would release some of my anxiety surrounding this house hunting business, but in reality, it didn’t do shit. I still feel just as nervous as I was when I woke up this morning.

I’m not sure what my deal is because we’re only looking at one house. The keys were left under the doormat, so we don’t have to deal with all that realtor business just yet. In all honesty, that was the part that had me really nervous. I got so many judgmental looks when I was apartment hunting; I can’t even imagine the reactions I’ll surely get while house hunting. I don’t exactly seem like the type of man many people want as a neighbor, so I’m sure people would do anything to dissuade me. I know I look like a mess of trouble from the sight of my tattoos, piercings, and the scar above my left eye. If only people knew just how mellow I would really be as their neighbor.

“Trev, are you coming?”

“I’ll be right out!”

I stare at my reflection and take a deep breath. Today will be okay, I’m sure of it. I just have to grow the fuck up and leave my fucking bathroom so we can leave. We’ll just check out the house and then grab some lunch. No big deal, right? I don’t know why I’m stressing so much about this. I run a nervous hand through my hair before opening the bathroom door, flipping off the light, then heading down the hall. I find Ronnie in the living room. She’s wearing a sweater dress and a pair tights that fit her like a second skin. Suddenly, I wish I could just take her to bed and forget about our agenda for the day. I watch as she gets Grey in his winter coat before putting on her own.

“You ready to go, babe?” she questions as she turns around to find me watching her.

“Yeah,” I tell her while giving her an unapologetic once-over. “Let me just grab my jacket.”

Ronnie can obviously sense my tension on the car ride to view the house. She places her hand on my thigh as I drive and talks to me about how cute Grey had been this morning. I’m too anxiety ridden to really listen to her story, but I try to focus on her words, so I can distract myself. Luckily, the house isn’t too far away from our apartment, and we manage to get there in under twenty minutes. The key is under the welcome mat—just like the realtor had promised—so we let ourselves in and begin to look around.

The outside of the home is fucking wonderful. The home is built with tanned bricks, and features large, picturesque windows. There’s a bright red entrance door that catches our attention right off the bat. It seems to be perfect for our little family. The inside is even more impressive. Honestly, it quickly exceeds all of my expectations. There’s a large foyer, leading into an open floor plan. The ceilings are high, which makes the home look even bigger. About ten feet away from the front door is a beautiful staircase, which leads down to the basement. It’s like the basement is really the main floor, and the first floor is really the second. It’s unconventional compared to the homes I’ve viewed online, yet, I really like it. This house is completely fucking perfect for us.

“What do you think so far?” Ronnie inquires as we take it all in.

My eyes scan the rooms within my view: the living room, family room, and a giant kitchen, before my gaze continues down a hallway toward, where I assume, the bedrooms and bathrooms are located. “I love it,” I finally answer, taking her hand and ushering her toward the hallway. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, too,” she answers with a blissful smile. “It’s so much better than what my sister described.”

“How about you, Grey?” I ask as we peek into the first bedroom.

“No!” he squeals, cracking himself up.

“Well, at least your mommy and I like it,” I tease him as I bounce him in my arms.

The bedrooms are perfect, and I can already imagine how I’d like to decorate Grey’s room. I want to give him the best home possible. I just can’t believe he’ll be growing up here. I can’t fully comprehend this is the house we’re going to be a family in. It’s fucking overwhelming. I have to distract myself with checking the remainder of the rooms before I get too fucking emotional.

“You ready to see the basement? Eden keeps telling me how phenomenal it is,” Ronnie says. She’s got a smile on her face as we go back down the hallway, making our way to the stairway at the front of the house.

Eden was right. This basement is fucking phenomenal. It’s the man cave I never knew I always wanted. Of course, I’ll be sharing it with my family, but it’s still just what I envisioned. It has hardwood floors and enough room for a “mini” theater. I can imagine the leather chairs surrounding a flat screen television right now. As my eyes scan the room, I find a bar situated in the corner and shudder at the thought of how tempting it is to fill that fucker up with liquor.

Sensing my unease, Ronnie moves toward the bar as she says, “I was thinking we could get a popcorn machine and have sodas and snacks down here. You know, turn it into our own little concession stand. Like the ones at the movie theaters.”

I smile at her clever idea and nod. God, I’m so fucking thankful for her. She practically reads my mind and senses my distress without me having to say a single word. Sometimes, I feel like she must know me better than I know myself.

“That’s a great idea, babe.”

She smiles at my approval and comes back over to me, taking my hand. “We should check out the backyard. I have so many ideas for what we could do out there,” she says excitedly before leading me up the stairs.

The backyard is amazing, as well. Grey seems to agree with me as he takes everything in with wide, curious eyes and a big smile adorning his face. It’s fenced in and big enough for him to run around and play when he gets a little bit older. My favorite part of the whole thing is the large oak tree that’s taken up root in the corner of the yard. It’s fucking majestic. I can already picture myself building a nice treehouse for him.