Chapter 197: Pillow Talk
*Because he wants to create a stable, lasting relationship with one person. Brad, believe me, there is nothing in this world so wonderful, so fulfilling, as coming home to the same woman every night. – Tony Randall as Jonathon Forbes in **Pillow Talk** 1959*
Cheryl snuggled against Waylon’s chest as they lay in the new bed at their new house. She wore a large National Fire Academy T-shirt that was stretched tight across her large belly. He wore a pair of boxers and kept squirming seeking a more comfortable position between the rough, stiff cotton sheets.
The guys from the fire department had helped them move early Saturday morning. She and Waylon left the guys putting together furniture when they went to the unveiling of Dean’s mural.
When they returned to the house with pizzas and beers, they found the six men sitting on the back patio with their feet up. On furniture that Cheryl adored but did not remember getting.
“It’s a housewarming gift.” Chad told her. “This is what I do in my off time. It’s all done by hand and there’s no metal.”
She looked at the tall man with broad shoulders and a slight gut. Just like all the other firefighters, he had short hair, a well-trimmed mustache and shadows that haunted his eyes. Cheryl knew those shadows well. Had seen them in Waylon’s eyes more often than she cared to admit.
This past week, they had responded to a one car accident where an old man suffered a heart attack, and his grandchild was now in the hospital. The man had been the epitome of health according to his family. Enjoyed spending time with all his grandkids and drove them each to school at least once a week.
Innocent eyes and silent tears haunted them all as they remembered the work to extricate the seven-year-old from the back seat and keep her from seeing her grandfather. Hannah, the rookie and only female on the shift, had crawled inside and held the little girl’s hand and kept her distracted.
Hannah had then been ordered to take a mental health day and tomorrow they would see if she returned to the job or walked away.
The baby kicked and both parents gave soft grunts.
“I swear, we’ve moved away from gymnastics and taken up soccer.” Cheryl rubbed her belly trying to soothe the baby.
“That hurt me, I can only imagine how it felt for you.”
“You know that scene in aliens?”
Waylon laughed as he pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. “I would rather have the little alien from *Spaceballs*.”
“Hello, my baby, hello, my darlin’, hello, my good time gal.” Cheryl sang to him with a smile.
“Ugh….” Waylon complained with a grin. “Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime gal.”
“Are you sure?” she asked as she moved to look at him.
Keeping one arm around her, he rested the other behind his head. Smiling at her, he nodded. “We’ll watch it on my next day off.”
“You just want to watch *Spaceballs*.”
“Um, yeah, duh.” He rolled his eyes as emphasis.
“Fine, but I get the new COD game.”
“Agreed.” He nodded. “But we have got to get different sheets.”
“These are horrible.” Cheryl laughed.
“Horrible?” he scoffed. “I’ve slept in cots that are more comfortable.”
She laughed and the baby kicked and stretched in objection. Grumbling, Cheryl rolled to her back and Waylon moved to his side, rubbing her large baby.
“What kind of sheets does Dean have?”
“Giza cotton, I think. I don’t know for sure. I’ll ask her tomorrow.”
“What are you guys doing tomorrow?”
“She’s coming over to paint the nursery.”
“What’s going on with them?”
“What do you mean?”
“I was talking with Ty and Jaxon earlier.” He ran his hand over the belly, along the curve of the baby’s back. “They think something is going on with Cooper and them.”
“Really?” her eyes widened in surprise as he tucked some hair behind her ear.
“You enjoyed having two men.” He smiled at her as gently caressed her cheek.
Years ago, when she was dating his friend, in an attempt to save their dying relationship, they had a threesome with Waylon. By the time the sun came up in the morning, one relationship was over, and another was beginning.
Cheryl pulled him down to her for a kiss. “It was fun.” She admitted quietly. “But I think it was more being with you.”
“Do you regret it?”
Shaking her head, no, she threaded her fingers into his short hair. “Never. I knew the relationship with Geoff was pretty well over. When he suggested the threesome, I thought he was going to suggest one of my friends.”
“That was actually the next step in his grand plan.”
“How long have you known this?”
“Last week.”
“When you went home for your mom’s birthday?”
He nodded. “Geoff was there and was pissed that I was at my mom’s birthday party.”
“Well, yeah, obviously you have no reason to be at your own mother’s sixtieth birthday party.”
“Right? How rude of me?”
“Next you’re going to think that you should go to your dad’s birthday party.”
Grinning at her he leaned down and gave her a light kiss. “Outrageous of me.”
“Very.” She agreed. “What happened when you oh so rudely went to your mother’s party?”
“Geoff got drunk off his ass and then proclaimed to *everyone* that was still there that I *stole* you from him with my prowess in the bedroom.”
“Seriously?” she laughed.
“He wasn’t quite so elegant.” He smirked. “I believe that his words were something along the lines of I had an undying crush on you. I’ll give him that, I did. Hell, I still do.”
“Good, I have a crush on you too.”
“As a sympathetic friend, he talked you into having a threesome with me so that I could see what I was never going to have.”
Unable to help herself, she started laughing again.
“He even bragged about how you had a dildo that was made just like him.”
“Oh my god! Did you tell him why?”
“The poor man was already making a fool of himself; I couldn’t tell him it was because he didn’t know what he was doing with the real one.”
“He has the equipment, he just never learned what to do with it.”
“You’d think that with as much porn as he watched, he’d know something.”
“Ha! He was obsessed with blowjobs and girl on girl action.”
“And he still couldn’t pass the oral exam?”
“Nope.” She laughed. “Then what?”
“He told everyone, including his girlfriend, that the least you could have done is let him fuck your best friend.”
“Marilyn?” When he nodded, Cheryl laughed so hard she started to cry.
“*And* she was there. With her wife.”
She wiped tears away, but they were quickly replaced. “I’m going to have to call Marilyn tomorrow.”
“She’ll be waiting for it.” At her curious look, he shrugged. “I told her that I was not going to say anything until after this weekend. I didn’t need you to randomly be busting out laughing.”
“And you know I would.” she admitted.
“I know. She’s going to be here the weekend of the commitment ceremony, you two are not sitting near each other.”
“I like them too much to ruin their ceremony.” A look of surprise crossed her face. “I think that Bunny’s pregnant.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “She only drank water and juice all weekend. And at dinner, she had a mocktail.”
“Well, Jaxon wasted no time.”
“I guess not.” She smiled as she pulled him back to her for another kiss. “I love you, but I want more time than just a year between pregnancies.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned and kissed her again. “I love you, too.”
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