BASHing Trinity novel Chapter 40

BASH

I wake up when Trinity whines beside me. I'm sure she had a bad dream, which is weird because since we sleep together, she never wakes me up because of a nightmare.

I rub my half-opened eyes and sit up on our bed.

I nudge her shoulder slowly, but she doesn't budge, her whine gets stronger.

"Trinity, wake up, baby," I say as I continue nudging her shoulders.

She jolts awake, throwing the blanket away. Her eyes widen, and her face fills with shock.

Trinity spreads her legs wider, even in my half-awake brain, my cock stirs. She's only wearing deep red nighties and thin panties with bedhead, but she's still beautiful to me. Then I notice she's patting her panties.

"Baby, what are you doing?" I ask out of curiosity.

She sighs and looks at me.

"You had a bad dream, that's why I wake you up." I kiss the top of her head.

"Yeah. I had a bad dream, and it was weird," she says with worry in her voice.

"Lie down, baby. Let's get some sleep. It's still early. Do you want me to get you water?" I ask as I lie down, patting her pillow to let her lie down.

"No. I'm fine. Sorry for waking you up," she answers, moving closer to me. She lies down on my shoulder, and I can still feel the worry in eyes,

"It's alright, Tri," I say, kissing her on her nose.

"Night, baby," she says.

"Now, it's the first time you called me baby, or was it supposed for our baby?" I joke.

"Hmm. I've been calling you baby in my dreams," she says quietly.

"I love that. From now on, you should always call me baby."

"Don't you know that I love you since before?" she asks, lifting her chin to look at me in the eye.

"I knew you love me as your best friend but nothing more than that," I tell her honestly.

"You're dumb, Hughes." She hits my exposed chest playfully.

"You're dumber, Mrs. Hughes." I pinch her nose.

"You're the dumbest! I've been in love with you since I've learned how to walk."

"You're worst than the dumbest! Because I've been in love with you since you were born."

"That's impossible. You're only four months older than me."

"Well, that's because we were born to be together."

"Seriously, though, we were both clueless back then. How didn't we realize we're both in love before? How did I miss those clues? That you love me?" she asks.

"Because we were blinded by our love? I mean, we argued, I bullied you, bashed you, hurt you, I almost broke your arm. I bruised your knees and your elbows, and--"

"You bruised my heart too," she cuts in.

"Yeah, and I apologized for that. Let me make it up to you, Tri. I want you to notice me at that time, like notice me as a guy, not as your friend. I didn't realize that I made that hard for you. I even hurt you."

"Yeah, you scared guys too," she adds.

I laugh. "Guilty as charged." I raise my right hand.

"You sketched me because you love me, right?" I ask.

"Ego, Bash."

"Oh, C'mon. Admit it, and we are already married."

"I did it because I love doing it. What's with the wind chime?" Her brow raises.

"That's what I stole from you. I let someone do it for me three years ago. I supposed to bring you to the beach house where you found those shells. But I saw you and Wright were kissing," I say with a little sadness in my voice.

She sighs.

"Then I found out he kissed you because Sean paid someone asking him to offer you to send home."

"Forget out that, Bash. It's been three years. What's important is we are back together, we are married, and we're having a baby. We start building our own family."

"But we could be together at that time."

"Oh, yeah? Then I ended up pregnant before I finish college. Everything happens for a reason, Bash. Maybe our future changed when we met that night."

"You're right. Maybe we still ended up together though, but things changed, and I might not feel and experience what I experienced with you these past few months. Those were the best experiences of my life. We may have a few ups and downs. but we managed to be here together."

I'm one of the happiest men alive to be with a woman I love. I will never change a thing. Everything I have right now is enough for me. I can't ask for more.

I kiss her lips. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me, you and our baby are the best things I've ever had."

"You're the best basher."

"Really?"

"Hmm. But seriously, you should stop right now. I've had enough," she jokes, raising a hand to surrender.