Chapter EIGHT
Emma woke up a little before one, and after using the bathroom, she slipped back into bed. Aidan was dead to the world, snoring softly. She had just covered back up when her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She leaned over and picked it up.
It was a text from Casey. Checking in on you, Em. Hope you’re resting & feeling all right. Call me in the am.
Emma smiled at Casey’s concern. I’m fine. Thanks for asking. Btw, what are you doing up so late?
I might ask you the same question.
Had to pee.
Ah, gotcha. I’m waiting for Nate to get home and bang me!!!
Rolling her eyes, Emma typed Poor guy. No rest for the weary with your libido around!
Lol. True. Speaking of resting, where’s the assclown?
Emma giggled as her fingers flew over the keys. He’s asleep beside me.
WHAT THE F*ck? ARE YOU INSANE?!!!
Yeesh with the shouting! It’s not like we were doing anything. We fell asleep watching movies.
I sure hope you punished him with some epic chick flicks.
She glanced over at Aidan’s passed out form and almost felt sorry for what she had inflicted on him. Almost. Lol, let’s just say I gave him a trifecta of estrogen with The Sound of Music, Steel Magnolias, and Fried Green Tomatoes. I think he actually cried in Steel Magnolias…but I think it was more about him being stuck watching them instead of football.
He didn’t have to stay and watch them, Em. He wanted to be with you…the f*ckwit.
Emma couldn’t help grinning at the screen. It doesn’t matter if he wanted to be with me. I’m still not sure I need to be with him. Regret filled her the moment she finished typing. She wasn’t sure that statement was entirely true.
Hmm, does your change of heart have anything to do with Dr. McDreamy Bollywood?
Nibbling her bottom lip, Emma hesitated before typing, Maybe…maybe not.
When’s the hot date?
It’s not a date. He’s just coming over to check my vital signs.
He’s bringing dinner, Em. It’s a date.
Whatever.
Emma could imagine Casey rolling her eyes and huffing with frustration as she typed. Look, just don’t count Dr. McDreamy Bollywood out just because Aidan’s grown a vag and become all caring and considerate.
Aidan has not grown a vagina!
It wouldn’t hurt him if he did. Maybe he’d think with his dick a little less!
Case….
Fine, fine, I’ll quit running down the douchenozzle.
Thank you
Actually, I think you need to test out my theory about Aidan’s considerate vag.
What?!!
You need to send him to get you something to eat. Aren’t you craving something?
Emma pursed her lips in thought. She craved both bacon and ice cream constantly, even at breakfast she could eat the two together. I could go for a double Baconator from Wendy’s and a Frosty.
Ha! Good one. They’re open til two. Send him out. ASAP
Case, he’s dead to the world.
Oh for f*ck’s sake! Wake him up and let him show off his shiny new vag!
Emma huffed out a frustrated breath. Fine. Ttyl
Night! Don’t think I won’t check back in to see if you really did it.
You’re evil
But you love me!
Yes, I do.
Love you too.
After she tossed her phone back onto the nightstand, she glanced over at Aidan. He was in his favorite non-sexual position—on his stomach with his arms wrapped tight around the pillow cushioning his head. With his face turned towards her, he looked so peaceful. She felt terrible waking him up—even if she really was hungry and not just trying to prove something to Casey.
With a sigh, she poked his back. “Aidan?” He stirred a little. “Wake up.”
“Em?” he questioned drowsily.
“Yeah, um, I hate to bother you, but I kinda have a craving.”
With his eyes still shut, he yawned. “Want me to get you something from the kitchen?”
She nibbled her bottom lip. “Actually, I wanted something from Wendy’s.”
His eyelids flew open. “Seriously?”
She nodded.
“What time is it?”
“One.”
“You want me to go out and get you something to eat now?” he asked incredulously.
“Please?”
He stared at her for a moment, unblinking and unmoving. She could only imagine the thoughts racing through his mind. Just when she thought he might tell her to go back to sleep, he rose up into a sitting position and rubbed his eyes. “What do you want?”
“A double Baconator, fries, and a chocolate frosty.”
“Christ, at this time of night?”
“I could eat bacon and ice cream all day.”
“Remind me to buy some at the store tomorrow,” he said as he got out of bed.
“So you’re really going?”
He waved his pants at her. “Of course I am.”
“Guess you have grown a vag,” she murmured.
Pausing with one leg in his pants, Aidan said, “Excuse me?”
“Oh, nothing.”
Once he zipped up his fly, he leaned over the bed towards her. From the light trickling in from the bathroom, she could see the amusement on his face. “I could have sworn you just said I had grown a vag.”
“No, I said that you really had grown a lot. You know emotionally,” she lied.
“Uh-huh.”
Before he could pull away, she leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Be careful and thank you.”
He grinned. “I will.” When he got to the bedroom door, he turned back. “Just make sure Casey knows that I wear my alleged vagina with pride, not because she took my manhood with that purse of hers, but because I want to be a better man for you.”
Emma widened her eyes. “How did you—”
He chuckled. “When I started gathering all the personal stuff to bring here, Casey accused me of growing a vagina. I figured there was no one else you would be texting at one in the morning besides her.”
Shaking her head, Emma said, “Whatever. Just go get my food please.”
“Me and my vagina will be back in twenty minutes. Tops.”
And with a wink, he was gone.