tears.” I nod my head, because I can’t possibly speak without opening the flood gates further. He bends, quietly kissing my cheeks until all the tears are kissed away. When he’s successfully completed his task he says, “Goodnight, sweetheart, thank you for tonight. I’ll lock up and turn the lights off.” I’m trusting him with my body, with my heart, with everything . I can surely trust him to lock up the house so that we are safe.
“Thank you, Garrett.” I see a little sparkle in his eye before he nods his head, kisses me one more time, then he walks out of bedroom switching off the light before he does so. I hear him checking and locking all the doors downstairs. My phone is plugged in on the nightstand beside the bed, so as soon as I hear the front door close, I pick it up and send him a text.
Me: Thank you for tonight. I like ending my nights with you, Ace!
Garrett: Ace ? I think I like that too. Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping? I just tucked you in. Missing you already, lady. Wake up call in the am?
Me: Sure ,Ac e it’s fitting. Start and finish my day, remember? What time do you want me to wake you?
Garrett: I can’t wait to find out why you think that name is fitting. I want to start my day when you do. Call me as soon as your eyes flutter open. I’ll be dreaming of you tonight. Sleep well.
I will sleep well tonight. Being tucked in, loved, kissed, and sung to before bed makes me feel cherished. I do this for Sierra every night, but I’ve never had anyone do this for me…not my parents when I was younger, not Jed, no one. I knew it was important time for Sierra and me, but I never understood the feeling of being on the receiving end. I feel safe and secure. Garrett is special…and he’s making me feel the words of the song he sang to me tonight. I can’t wait till morning.
Chapter 11
My phone rings the next morning at 6:24. I’ve been awake a while, just lying in bed, staring at the device, willing it to ring.
“Good morning, Garrett!”
“Good morning, sweetheart! Did you have sweet dreams?”
I hear her dreamy little sigh through the phone. “Yes, when my night ends like last night, only sweet dreams are possible.”
I had some pretty sweet ass dreams, too. Seeing her fall apart in my arms was something incredible, but tucking her sweet little body into bed and singing to her as her eyes got heavy. Damn…Damn…Damn! I want to do that again every night!
“I have to go wake up Sierra, Garrett. I hope I get to talk to you later. Thank you again for coming over last night!”
She’ll talk to me today for sure, no questions asked, whenever she damn well wants! “Baby, you call me whenever you want. Always remember what I said. Anytime.” We say our quick goodbyes, and she’s off and running on her crazy busy day.
I need to start my day. I have a lot of phone calls to return and I need to check up on all the guys. We haven’t really talked much in the last few days, since thoughts of Alexis have consumed me. I can’t very well call them this early, so I’ll have to make do with my other crap first. I grab my leather messenger bag off the kitchen chair and pull out my laptop.
I spend the next couple hours returning emails and speaking with Josh, my personal assistant, regarding upcoming promotional events, tour contracts, and a bunch of other stuff that takes up far too much time that should be spent writing music.
I call Drew around 11:00 to check on Court. She’s like twenty-seven hundred months pregnant, or some shit like that. They’re leaving Tampa tomorrow morning to head back to Nashville. They’re driving back, since she can’t travel by plane anymore. I want to try and have lunch with them at that little Cuban restaurant down the street that Court loves.
I push the call button next to Drew’s picture. When he answers, he sounds like he’s still sleeping.
He answers the phone, “What’s up, McKenna?”
“Dude, do you know
“Thank you, Garrett.” I see a little sparkle in his eye before he nods his head, kisses me one more time, then he walks out of bedroom switching off the light before he does so. I hear him checking and locking all the doors downstairs. My phone is plugged in on the nightstand beside the bed, so as soon as I hear the front door close, I pick it up and send him a text.
Me: Thank you for tonight. I like ending my nights with you, Ace!
Garrett: Ace ? I think I like that too. Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping? I just tucked you in. Missing you already, lady. Wake up call in the am?
Me: Sure ,Ac e it’s fitting. Start and finish my day, remember? What time do you want me to wake you?
Garrett: I can’t wait to find out why you think that name is fitting. I want to start my day when you do. Call me as soon as your eyes flutter open. I’ll be dreaming of you tonight. Sleep well.
I will sleep well tonight. Being tucked in, loved, kissed, and sung to before bed makes me feel cherished. I do this for Sierra every night, but I’ve never had anyone do this for me…not my parents when I was younger, not Jed, no one. I knew it was important time for Sierra and me, but I never understood the feeling of being on the receiving end. I feel safe and secure. Garrett is special…and he’s making me feel the words of the song he sang to me tonight. I can’t wait till morning.
Chapter 11
My phone rings the next morning at 6:24. I’ve been awake a while, just lying in bed, staring at the device, willing it to ring.
“Good morning, Garrett!”
“Good morning, sweetheart! Did you have sweet dreams?”
I hear her dreamy little sigh through the phone. “Yes, when my night ends like last night, only sweet dreams are possible.”
I had some pretty sweet ass dreams, too. Seeing her fall apart in my arms was something incredible, but tucking her sweet little body into bed and singing to her as her eyes got heavy. Damn…Damn…Damn! I want to do that again every night!
“I have to go wake up Sierra, Garrett. I hope I get to talk to you later. Thank you again for coming over last night!”
She’ll talk to me today for sure, no questions asked, whenever she damn well wants! “Baby, you call me whenever you want. Always remember what I said. Anytime.” We say our quick goodbyes, and she’s off and running on her crazy busy day.
I need to start my day. I have a lot of phone calls to return and I need to check up on all the guys. We haven’t really talked much in the last few days, since thoughts of Alexis have consumed me. I can’t very well call them this early, so I’ll have to make do with my other crap first. I grab my leather messenger bag off the kitchen chair and pull out my laptop.
I spend the next couple hours returning emails and speaking with Josh, my personal assistant, regarding upcoming promotional events, tour contracts, and a bunch of other stuff that takes up far too much time that should be spent writing music.
I call Drew around 11:00 to check on Court. She’s like twenty-seven hundred months pregnant, or some shit like that. They’re leaving Tampa tomorrow morning to head back to Nashville. They’re driving back, since she can’t travel by plane anymore. I want to try and have lunch with them at that little Cuban restaurant down the street that Court loves.
I push the call button next to Drew’s picture. When he answers, he sounds like he’s still sleeping.
He answers the phone, “What’s up, McKenna?”
“Dude, do you know
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