mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-06-23 01:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | anastasia, gavin, trevor |
Trevor, Anastasia, and Gavin, Tuesday Morning, Apt. 362.
Anastasia was already awake and laying on her side facing away from Trevor when his alarm went off Tuesday morning. Much to her surprise he didn't climb out of bed without a word as he had been lately. Instead she felt his moment of hesitation before he turned and wrapped an arm around her waist, snuggling himself into her back as he always had before this mess had started.
She couldn't stop the broad smile that broke out across her face at his familiar touch. She had hoped things would be better today. It was her birthday after all...
His breath parted her hair as he squeezed her back against his chest and nuzzled her neck. "Mornin' baby," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the spot just beneath her ear that he never seemed to forget.
"Morning," she replied, one hand snaking back to sink into his hair.
His hand roamed up and down her side, rubbing her thighs and she shifted a little, her eyes drooping at the sensation of her husband touching her like this again. "You have any plans for this morning?" he murmured against the flesh of her neck.
"God no," she replied, pressing her ass back against him. Trevor hadn't said anything about her birthday, but she knew he wouldn't forget and had left the day open. She wanted to spend it with him and had hoped it could be another step in getting them back to normal.
"Good," he said his mouth close to her ear. "Think you would mind getting up and making me some french toast before I go to work?"
Anastasia froze. "What?"
"I know it's a pain in the ass, but can you make me some french toast? I've been dying for some fucking french toast all night. Think you could make me some?"
Anastasia turned to look at him, her body going cold all over. "You're going to work. And you want french toast."
He laughed. "Yes, baby. It's Tuesday, not the weekend." He patted her ass and pulled away. "Wake Gav up and see if he wants some french toast too. He always loved that shit." He stood and stretched, cracking his neck and scratching idly at his balls. "Oh, and after you get all cleaned up and stuff from breakfast I've got a fuckton of dry cleaning you need to drop off before the place closes at noon. I have an important meeting later this week and I want to wear my Prada suit."
Anastasia lay looking at him, a bewildered expression on her face. He'd forgotten. He'd never forgotten before, but he forgot today.
Trevor paused at the bathroom door and looked back at her. "What?"
Anastasia blinked. "I..."
"Listen, babe. I'm already kinda running behind from all that cuddling shit," he pointed toward the bed. "Do you think you can get up and get working on the toast? Please? And don't forget the dry cleaning," he said as he walked into the bathroom and firmly shut the door.
Anastasia lay there for a moment more, still bewildered. Of course it wasn't the end of the world that he'd forgotten. She was a grown woman, not a child. But it did sort of sting. He'd never forgotten, but he had now. That paired with everything else that'd happened between them lately was enough to make her eyes water, but she fought it back and stood up. Husbands forgot things like this all the time. She wasn't the first wife and she certainly wouldn't be the last.
It was a fact that didn't do much to take away the sting of hurt.
She walked out of their bedroom and down the hall to find Gavin already awake and sitting at the kitchen table, his notebook open in front of him and covered in illegible, scrawling writing. He looked up at the sound of her padding in and smiled. "Good morning, Anastasia."
She forced herself to smile back and make it genuine. "Good morning, Gavin. You in the mood for some french toast? Trevor asked me to make him some."
"Sure," Gavin said with a smile. "French toast sounds awesome. Thanks."
Anastasia nodded and began gathering the ingredients. She waited for Gavin to say something for a few moments before realizing he wasn't going to. Not because he hadn't remembered, because she knew instinctively that Gavin wouldn't forget anything like that, no matter how minute it was, but because she hadn't told him.
She sighed and continued on, managing to have the toast prepared and the bacon fried by the time Trevor walked out of the bedroom fully dressed and groomed for work. He walked up behind her, cupping her hips in his hands and planting a kiss on the side of her neck.
"Smells a-fucking-mazing, baby. You're the best. Make me a plate up real quick and cover it and I'll eat at the office. I've got some shit I need to get a head start on."
Anastasia tried not to resent him as she piled bacon and toast up onto a plate and covered it with aluminum foil, but it was embarassingly hard not to. She felt like she was in the movie Sixteen Candles and was trying very hard to not be a douche about it.
"Perfect," Trevor said, swooping up the plate and tucking his thermos of coffee under his arm. "I'll see you whenever I get home tonight, but I might be a little late. I've got some client shit to tend to, so go ahead and start dinner without me. I'll eat with them." He planted a firm kiss on her lips and smiled. "Later on, baby."
"Bye," Anastasia said, watching him walk out the door.