Page 68 of The Blessing

chapter 27

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Grey’s little foot kicks me swiftly in the stomach, effectively waking me up from my coma-like state. I can’t remember the last time I slept so soundly. I guess seven hours behind the wheel of a car will really wear a person the fuck out. I’m disoriented at first, barely remembering where the hell I am as I cringe at the bright light that’s shining through the hotel windows right into my face. I squint down at Grey to find him happy and wide awake at my side, trying to put his foot in his mouth as he watches me with curious eyes.

“I was wondering when you were planning on waking up.” I hear Ronnie say.

I turn to look at her, appreciating the sight of her makeup free face and messy curls. She looks just as well-rested as I feel. I yawn before reaching over to cup her face, bringing her lips to mine. Fuck morning breath, I just want to feel her as soon as I wake-up. Grey’s babbles bring me back to reality and I look down at my son—who’s eager for my attention and currently pouting at me.

“What time is it?” I ask as I rub some life into my sleepy face.

“It’s just past nine o’clock. Hopefully, we didn’t sleep in too late.”

“No, we’ll be fine. Check-out isn’t until eleven.” I lay back against my pillow while pulling Grey with me, resting him comfortably on my chest. “We should get there around dinnertime and we’ll be meeting them somewhere in town.”

“Will we be staying with them?”

“No,” I say, giving her an incredulous look. I’ve never mixed well with anyone’s parents. Hell, my own parents barely approve of me. “I booked us a hotel room nearby. I thought it would be good to have some separation. Besides, they might not like me.”

“Trev, don’t think that way,” she says while giving me a playful nudge in response to my self-deprecation. “They’ll love you. You’re taking care of their grandchild, after all.”

I shrug. “I’ve never meshed well with their type.”

“‘Their type’?”

“You know what I mean—straight-laced, against practically everything, fearing things that make them feel uncomfortable. Her mom looked at me like I was the Antichrist because I was covered in tattoos.” Well, that or because I was drinking heavily.

“You’ve met them before?”

“Yeah, I met them at my brother’s wedding,” I say vaguely.

“And you didn’t give them a reason not to like you?”

I look up to find Ronnie smirking at me and I feel my whole body relax. “No, no more reason than usual.”

She laughs. “Trevor, stop being so hard on yourself all of the time. They’ll love you. You love their grandson and that’s all they’re going to care about.”

I look down at Grey, who looks just as optimistic as my girl. “Well, if you say so.”

“I know so. Now, let’s get up and get ready. I’d like to get some breakfast before we get on the road.”

I like my girl bossy. “Yes, ma’am,” I answer with a smirk.

She gives me a look before leaning over to quickly peck me on the check. “I’ll jump in the shower first, if that’s okay with you.”

“You’re asking me? I thought you were giving me orders?” I give her a cocky smile and she playfully nudges me again.

“I’m taking a shower first,” she commands with a sexy, little grin. “Don’t fall back asleep.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She winks at me in approval before stalking off to the bathroom. I close my eyes and swiftly fall back to sleep as soon as she’s gone.

“Wake-up sleepyhead,” I hear before I feel the sensation of soft lips brushing against mine. I open my eyes to find Ronnie, now beautifully made up with her hair perfectly styled. She looks so fucking sexy like this, but I wish I could wipe her makeup away and spend the day with her in bed, ruining the curls she worked so hard on perfecting. My eyes drop to her tits—which are popping out of the top of her jean dress just enough to give me a hard-on. Grey being on my chest is the only thing that holds me back from doing what I want to her. She smirks at me, as she bends down to kiss Grey on the forehead.

“You look hot, babe,” I say as I sit up to get a better look at her. Her jean dress makes her tits look so full I want to yank down the top and spend my day with my mouth on them. She’s also wearing a cardigan paired with black tights, which give her that “sexy librarian” vibe. I can’t take my eyes off of her.

“I wanted to look presentable for Grey’s grandparents,” she says shyly as she walks over to grab something from her duffle bag. She pulls out a small string of pearls and clasps them around her neck. “Do you think they’ll approve?”