Page 129 of Coach Me
“Huh, now who’s complaining?”
Miles jumps on the end of the bed. “Not me!”
I pull myself from Dex to sit up and smile at Miles. “No, never you.”
I was worried about how all of this would go over with him. I know he was excited the morning Dex told him, but there’s a difference between telling him and it actually happening.
For the final two nights in New York, Dex and I stayed in our separate rooms…well, mostly. Dex would sneak over to my room after Miles fell asleep.
I hadn’t even anticipated being in Dex’s bed last night, but when we walked inside, Dex took my suitcase straight to his room. He then proceeded to explain to Miles why my stuff was moving into his room, which somehow ended up with Dex agreeing to turn my room into a bigger classroom.
I wasn’t even about to complain. I can teach with that view any day. I can also easily sleep in this bed every night.
Dex sits up next to me. “Alright, bud. Let’s let Lucie get ready while we make breakfast, then we’ll get to work after that.”
“Could Lucie make breakfast? I don’t know how to tell you this, but…” Miles tilts his head. “Lucie is the better cook.”
I try so hard to swallow my laugh, but oh boy, do I fail. Miles joins me in a fit of giggles while poor Dex has to sit with that comment.
“I do the same exact thing she does.”
Miles doesn’t try to stop his laughter, but talks through it. “She just makes it better!”
Dex tosses his hands in the air, then reaches for Miles. “That’s it. Come here, I'll give you something to laugh about.”
Dex pulls Miles to him, ticking until his laughter comes out in full force. “Lucie was…laughing…too!”
I practically jump off the bed. “Oh no, not me.”
When Dex lets Miles go, he whips around and lunges for me. “Save me, Lucie!”
“Always, bud.” I scoop him up off the bed before setting him back down on the floor. “Let’s get our teeth brushed, then I’ll help your dad make breakfast before I leave.”
“Okie.”
When Miles goes into the bathroom, Dex grumbles. “I make it the exact same.”
I lean back on the mattress to kiss his cheek. “I’m sure you do, babe. You just don’t have the sunshiny touch.”
Dex gives me a cocky grin. “Nah, I lost that when I hit thirty. That’s what I have you for.”
“Oh, really? Needed someone younger to make you less grumpy?” I slide back off the bed, walking to meet Miles in the bathroom.
Dex huffs a laugh, meeting me at the end of the bed. His athletic shorts sit low on his hips. I’m tempted to start tracing the ink on his chest, but I know we’re seconds away from walking in on a toothpaste explosion in the bathroom already.
Dex caresses my cheek. “I just needed you.”
After brushing our teeth, I “help” Dex make some scrambled eggs. It only feeds into Dex’s theory of favoritism when Miles tells him it’s better when I help him.
While Dex gets Miles set up in the living room, I throw some of the eggs onto plates.
Dex walks back into the kitchen, shaking his head. “I told you I’m just as good a cook as you, baby.”
“Hey, I never doubted you. Want me to go tell Miles that you did all the cooking?”
Dex comes around behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “No fucking way, I’ll take the silent victory.”
Dex gathers my hair to one side then places a small kiss on my neck. “We have the whole day off and you decide to leave me for hours, just to come back and drag me to a game night at your brother’s place.”
