One Year Later

Kris' POV

As I stepped out of the elevator and into the too familiar hallway, I sighed. Alexander was up most of the night with a fever and I was wrecked. Staying up with an almost one year old whenever he has a fever, it's almost like it drains the life out of you, one, because you never get any sleep and two, because you hate seeing the child you made, with the girl you love, miserable.

Whenever I got to, again, the familiar door and rang the doorbell and pounded on the door for a good ten minutes, I knew my day wasn't going to get any better any time soon. Digging through my pockets for my keys and found the right key to fit into the door, I walked in and finally felt some sort of comfort and relaxation.

"Ry?" I called out, but I got no answer of course, so I walked around the apartment, starting with the kitchen, then once I found in empty, I moved onto the living room, to again, find it empty and by then, I knew where I had to go. The bedroom. "Rylee, wake up." I called out while I walked, just to find her laying on her stomach, in the middle of the bed, her blonde hair all over the place and the sheet halfway down her back showing off her birthmark underneath her third rib. I couldn't help but stare for a minute or two before I remembered why I came here. "Rylee, you gotta wake up." I leaned over towards her slightly and moved some of her hair out of her face as she moved slightly. "C'mon, sleeping beauty, you have a plane to catch."

"No." She whined, you could tell how tired she was from how groggy her voice was.

"C'mon, Ry." I sighed and crouched down so I was basically eye level with her. "You're going to LA, what's not to be excited for?" I smiled as one of her eyes popped open. "Morning."

"That's today?" She asked ignoring my politeness, which of course made me laugh and stand up.

"Yes that is today, but if you don't get up, you'll miss your flight."
"Too tired. Five more minutes." She sighed softly as she turned her head so she was no longer facing me.

"No. Rylee, up. Now." It's like fighting with Alexander all over again. "C'mon, I'm not in the mood for you to act like a child."

"What's wrong?" She asked as she rolled over onto her back and stretched, the sheet covering her was higher up now, but she's the kind of girl that doesn't care, so it was different. "Catherine up your ass again." She snorted and looked at me.

"No." I huffed and looked at my watch. Now I may be holding back on when her flight is, because I know for a fact she has not packed yet, so I knew I had to get over here and do this nonsense and fight with her.

"I so believe you right now." She giggled, bringing my mind back to her. She must be more awake now because the smile on her face is no longer her tired smile, it's now her teasing smile and I automatically knew that what else I had to do this morning, it wouldn't be done until we get back from our road trip next week.

"It's not her up my ass, right now it's you irritating me because you won't get up." I snapped at her, but she just rolled her eyes and turned her body towards me, making her feet fight at my knees as I stood by her bed.

"Can I do anything to make you unirritable?" She smiled shaking a foot loose from the sheets and slid it slowly up and down my thigh.

"Get up and pack your suitcase." I knew what she was doing and I'm not going to let her win. Not this time. Not today.

"Anything else?" She slightly whispered, her eyelashes fluttered once as her foot got higher, landing on the tops of my dress pants.

"Stop." I said pushing her foot away. "Get up." I have to say, that's the strongest I've ever been around her.

"Kristopher?"

'Oh, don't turn around, Kris. Don't do it.' I thought to myself but my body ignored me and turned around. Her smile widened as her foot that was still under the sheets slowly started to pull them down. First, showing off her breasts, then down to her slim torso, down to her naked bottom half until the long of her legs were uncovered.

"What's wrong?" She asked connecting her knees together all before bending her legs and laying her feet flat onto the bed. "Come here." She laid there and curled her finger at me.

"No." I somehow got out. My voice was as groggy as hers was once I woke her up, so of course she laughed at that.

"But you're stressed." She put on a pout all before unlocking her knees and spread her legs. Being the man I am, my eyes instantly drifted over her, now extremely, exposed body. "Come here." She repeated again and this time I listened. It's a curse with how much my body reacts to her whenever my mind says no. "What's wrong?" She asked wrapping her arms around my neck as I settled between her legs.

"Alexander was up half the night with a fever." I sighed as she turned my head to the side just the slightest and kissed my jaw.

"Is he okay?" She softly asked as she kissed my skin again.

"Yes." I sighed fully and relaxed my body onto hers, but kept my full weight off her.

"Can I do anything for you?" She asked letting her lips leave my skin before she laid back down and looked up at me.

"Get up and start packing." I half pleaded.

"But my flight isn't until 2." She smiled.

"How'd…" I stopped and shook my head with an amused laugh. "Stop snooping through my things." I know I should be mad, but if you take one look at Rylee Madeline Johnson, you can't. I know for a fact she'd never use my credit card for something without my permission or do anything stupid with my information, and it's kinda scary how I trust her so much, but how can you not?

"You book me a flight without you, I need to know what time I need to be up and ready." She giggled and pushed some of my hair out of my face.

"Why do you think I came over this morning?" I leaned back a little and looked down at her.

"Because you're stressed out." She spoke softly.

"Stop knowing me so well." I sighed and laid my head on her shoulder.

"Roll over."

"No."

"Roll over."

"I'm not a dog." I mumbled against her skin.

"I will treat you like one." She laughed loudly, an instant smile being plastered onto my face.
"Roll over."

"Mmm uh." I fought, but if course she didn't take no for an answer and she somehow flipped us over so I was on my back and she was straddling me. "I need to stop thinking you're just a scrawny little thing." I laughed mainly to myself as I looked up at her.

"My only work out is sex, so I must be doing someone right." She laughed and the smile I had, it filtered to nothing quickly. "What?"

"I don't want to know about your sex life." I frowned and went to sit up and move her, but she just pushed me back down. "Stop." I said and went to sit back up again, just to get pushed back down. "Rylee?" I growled.

"You're stupid." She shook her head and leaned down and kissed me roughly.

"Why am I stupid?" I asked against her lips, making her pull back and look at me.

"Because you're the only one I've slept with for over a year now." She whispered looking me in the eye.

"Don't lie to me." I huffed.

"I'm not lying." She sat up with a frown. "Do you really see me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like a slut."

"No!" I laughed at her, but stopped quickly whenever I noticed she wasn't joking. "Rylee, I don't."

"Then why do you think I've been with someone other than you?" She shrugged looking down at my belt and flicked the top with her thumb.

"Have you looked yourself in a mirror lately?" I asked and watched her eyes flicker to mine for a second before going back down to my belt. "Ry, you're beautiful, I'm seriously surprised I'm the only one in your bed."

"I don't want anyone else in my bed." She shrugged and made me roll my neck on my shoulders. "Sorry for not being the whore you thought I'd be." She whispered and went to get up, but I leaned up quickly and grabbed her bare waist and kept her on top of me. "Let go."

"I'm already having a shit day, please don't fight with me." I pleaded close to her face. "I don't think you're a slut or a whore, I'm just surprised you haven't taken the opportunity to let someone get to know you like how I have gotten to."

"I don't think it's right for someone to sleep with more than one person." She whispered and it made me tense up at how serious she was being. "Sorry." She apologized whenever I laid back and covered my face with my hands.

"I don't think it's right either." I said making it even more quiet in the room. I'm the biggest hypocrite ever. And that made the room not so quiet anymore, because my laughter filled the room.

"What are you laughing about?" She looked at me like I lost my mind. And I honestly think I have.
"I don't think it's right for someone to sleep with multiple people, but look what I'm doing." I laughed and looked at the ceiling. It's the strangest thing ever to know I love Catherine and our son to death, yet every night, I'm in Rylee's bed. "I need to go and you need to pack."

"No." She whined whenever I sat up and picked her up and placed her on the bed.

"You need to pack." I repeated and threw the sheet over her as I got to my feet and rubbed my face.

"Kris?" She begged softly, but I was being stubborn and ignored her. "Kristopher Allen, stop thinking you're a horrible human being." She knows me so well. "You're not. You're perfect and only human, stop." She whispered wrapping her arms around my waist and kissed my shoulder blade. "Now lay down."

"No." I shook my head and plied her arms off of me and faced her. "I need to go."

"No you don't." She fought getting angry. "You're going to lay down and relax. Now get on the bed." She pushed at me.

"Ry, stop." I sighed.

"You stop." She pushed me again, hard enough to actually get me to take a step back. "Now lay down."

"Rylee…" I started but stopped whenever she pushed me again and this time I ended up being pushed onto the bed. "Seriously Rylee, stop."

"You're not a horrible person." She spoke softly and straddled me again. "You're a good boyfriend, a good father and a good athlete. If anyone has a problem with how you spend your down time, they can shove it up their ass because you are only human." She spoke so sincere, I almost believed her. Almost.

"Don't make up excuses to make me feel better." I shook my head as her hands went to the buttons on my shirt.

"I'm not making up excuses, I'm telling you the truth." She smiled and ripped open my shirt, buttons flying across the room, as her lips connected to mine again.

"Damnit, Rylee." I scoffed looking down at my shirt, that now was missing a few buttons.

"Oh please." She laughed. "You have tons of shirts here."

"That's not the point." I sighed as she kissed me again.

"If you don't relax, you're not going to get your surprise." She smiled and pecked my lips once more before sitting up straight. "Now flip over."

"What?" I asked as I watched her lean over to her nightstand and search for something. "Rylee…" I stopped once I saw she pulled out baby oil. "No."

"Yes." She nodded and bit her lip. "Now flip over and let me see that sexy ass of yours."

"And if I don't?" I asked as she lifted her body up slightly and allowed me to sit up to take off my now ruined shirt before I flipped onto my stomach.

"You won't be getting laid by me anytime soon." She whispered in my ear before sitting up and squirting the cold liquid onto my back. "Now…" she whispered and kissed my shoulder. "Relax and if you get a boner, I'll take care of you."

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