The Disgust in Their Voices

I wake up the following morning and find Devon snoring again. I jab my elbow in his side and he snorts, rolling onto his stomach. I smile fondly at him and turn to look at the clock and gasp as I see the time. I’ve forgotten to set the timer!
I jump out of the bed at once and wash myself really quickly in the bathroom. As I return to the bedroom and I begin to dress, Devon begins to stir.
‘What’s wrong?’
‘It’s eight! I should have taken the bus half an hour ago!’
‘You should?’ he says as he rubs his face and watches me hurry into the living room to pack my back. I hear Nathan giggle in his room and I know he’s awake and probably playing with his stuffed animals.
‘Yes!’ I call back and I return to the bedroom as I remembered Nathan had spilled spinach on my trousers last night. I take off my trousers and open the wardrobe to take out a new one when I feel Dev’s fingers close around my waist and he pulls me back onto the bed.
‘You’re not going to make that class,’ he purrs as he runs his fingers through my hair.
‘I will – if you let me go,’ I say and I frown my eyebrows.
‘You could skip,’ he hinted.
I snort and raise my eyebrows again.
‘You’re a bad influence on me.’
‘And you on me,’ he says as he begins to kiss my throat.
I giggle but push him away and move out of the bed. ‘I should go,’ I say as I pick a clean pair of trousers from the wardrobe. But he seizes them out of my hands and says with pleading eyes:
‘Stay.’
‘No!’
‘I will bring you with the car – and I will take Nathan to the petting zoo.’
I consider the possibility but I know I would give in to his needs again.
‘No,’ I say teasingly and I seize the trousers out of his hands. But his grip is firm and he won’t let go. I don’t want to rip my trousers into two, so I don’t pull it.
‘Yes,’ he says as he tucks my trousers. I really don’t wait to pull it, and he knows I don’t – he uses it to get me closer to the bed. ‘Yes?’
‘No!’
‘Please?’
I roll my eyes. I like it when he pleads me for something. I probably hesitated for too long because he took my hand and pulled me back in bed again and continues to kiss my throat. I know it’s only a matter of time before Nathan wants his breakfast, but I promise myself I won’t be the one giving him breakfast! If Dev wants me here, he’d better continue doing what he’s supposed to do today!
‘I can’t believe my teacher wants me to stay in bed,’ I sigh as I shake my head.
‘In this room, I am not your teacher,’ Dev answers as he continued to kiss my neck.
‘Then what are you, Mr Llewellyn?’ I ask as I pop myself onto my elbows.
‘Now that is a very good question,’ Dev says as he lowers his head to kiss my collarbone. ‘I don’t know really.’
‘You have to start somewhere.’
‘Partner? Boyfriend? Father of your child?’
‘Arrogant bastard?’
He stops kissing my collarbone and I see him swallow. He’s still having a hard time to forgive himself – and I often remind him to. I have forgiven him but it doesn’t hurt to remind him what he has done to me when I was pregnant.
‘Yes,’ he answered softly and I smile. I kiss his hair and he rests his chin on my stomach so he can look up at me. ‘You know I’m sorry.’
‘I do,’ I say and I run my fingers through his hair. ‘Because I love you.’
And he smiles again, which makes my stomach turn. I love his smile. I love his wrinkled face – they don’t represent his age to me. They represent the man I love with my entire heart. He is beautiful at this age, and even though he doesn’t agree with me, I think he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.