“Okay, I’ll play along. Are we talking no underwear on the floor? Make sure the toilet seat is down?” I climb into the driver’s seat and start the engine.
“Well, yes, those are definite, but I’m referring to your habit of eating takeout. Lucy seems to think that whenever she doesn’t like her breakfast, I can pick up the phone and order her whatever she wants.”
“Okay…”
“No, it’s not okay, Travis. I don’t want her growing up thinking that money grows on trees. Everything that I have has been earned by hard work. She needs to know the value of a dollar.”
“And she will, Saylor.” I enter into traffic and head toward the police station, where her probation officer is. Irvin is meeting us there in hopes that he can convince her PO to go easy on her. He’s hoping for a little community service and not a night behind bars.
“Right now she thinks that you can come over with pancakes whenever she wants.”
I sigh and reach for her hand. “I know I have a lot to learn about being a parent. Hell, even being a partner, but I’m going to work at it each and every day. Until you’re comfortable letting me make decisions for Lucy, I’ll defer everything to you, and I’ll work my hardest to make sure the toilet seat is down, that I aim correctly, and that I’m always wearing pants when I get up in the middle of the night to take a leak.”
She barks out a laugh, and I smile in return. “See, babe? We got this,” I tell her.
“I’m afraid that you’ll tire of my nagging rather quickly.”
“I probably will. And you’ll get pissed at me for the stupid shit I do. We’re not perfect, Saylor, and I’m not looking for the perfect wife or partner.”
“You’re not?”
“Fuck no. I like to cuss, fart, and scratch myself. If you can put up with that, I can put up with your nagging, but…”
“But what?” she asks, biting her lip to keep from laughing.
“But don’t be shocked when I call you out on your bitching.” I pull into the parking lot and find a spot, shutting off the car. I turn to face her. “Here’s the thing, Saylor. We are going to fight, and shit could ge
t ugly, but at the end of the night, we’ll make up. And if in the morning you’re still pissed at me, I’ll have to fuck it right out of you,” I say, winking at her.
“Jesus, Travis,” she says, covering her face. “And here I thought we’d ease into the sexual part of a marriage.”
“Why the fuck would we wait?”
She shrugs. “I thought that after the way I acted…”
“Fuck that noise, Saylor. I want to be with you, all of you, and that includes putting my dick in your ’gina.”
“I’m sorry—my what?”
I can’t help but laugh. This is the side that I’ve kept hidden from her the past few weeks for fear she’d never want to be around me. But now she doesn’t have a choice since she’s about to marry my sorry ass.
“’Gina,” I repeat.
“What the hell is that? Did you name my…lady bits?”
“Nah, only shortened it because vagina sounds so damn clinical. I could say pussy, if you like that better.”
Saylor’s cheeks turn red, and she moves to face the window. It’s a good thing the windows are tinted; otherwise, onlookers might wonder what we’re doing in here.
I set my hand down on her leg and move it slowly until it’s centered between her thighs. “What’s it going to be, Saylor? Are you going to let me into that pussy of yours once we’re married?” I whisper into her ear. She nods as my teeth pull down slightly on her earlobe.
I really want to throw her into the backseat and let her ride my hard-on, but the fact that we’re in the parking lot of the police station really deters my plans. Besides, knowing that I have so much more to explore when it comes to her is truly a turn-on. I never thought I’d get married, but to make a commitment to someone I’ve only been with twice, and dry humped once, is a huge achievement for someone like me.
“As much as I want to fuck you silly right now, Irvin is inside waiting for us.”
Saylor sighs and nods, but not before leaning her head into mine. This is the first real emotion she’s shown me since I proposed. I have initiated everything else when it came to contact between us. I’m hoping that changes very soon, because there’s nothing sexier than a woman showing a man what she wants from him.
We walk hand in hand into the police station, which is ironic since the police station, albeit a different location, is really where everything started for us. The day she walked into the interview room to sit with me is the day I realized that she was more than a publicist for me. I can’t believe it’s taken me two years, and countless women, to figure it out.