Ride (Reposted)

Present day

"Babe. It's your turn to let Bailey out." Emily nudged Jamie as she heard Bailey bark in his kennel.

He moaned "No" in his sleep, rolling over away from her.

She went over in her head as to what she could do to wake him up.

Sex was one of them. But she wasn't horny.

Kissing him too but his back was too her.

She could have given him a wedgie but he was naked.

The good old cold feet to the back trick. Her toes were particularly cold despite wearing socks.

She peeled said socks off, and pressing her frozen feet to his lower back.

He shot straight up out of bed as she quickly pretended to be asleep, taking every ounce of self control she had to not even smile, and just seem really really cold and wanted to keep warm against him.

She heard him curse under his breath as he slid off the king sized mattress and opened the gate to Bailey's kennel. And she hoped he had put pants on to go outside.

She starfished out, sliding her socks back on as she settled on her back into middle of the bed.

Jamie had just returned from Pittsburgh maybe three hours prior and Bailey had already asked to go out twice. They had him for just over a week.

Jamie letting him out when he had gotten home and then an hour and a bit later Emily had let him out.

She took a quick glance at the clock. It was set to go off in two hours for her to start her morning routine before work.

She heard him come back up the stairs so she rolled back onto her side of the bed.

She heard the kennel close and felt him slide in behind her. She felt his left arm slide underneath her pillow as his right arm snaked around her waist, finding her hand and pulling their hands into her chest, ultimately pulling her into his chest. The last thing she remembered was him kissing her shoulder.

Waking up to her alarm going off she hit it quickly, sliding out of Jamie's grasp and sliding off the bed. Finding her slippers she let Bailey out of his kennel again, picking him up and going downstairs.

She let the 8 week old black furball that resembled a little bear outside watching him from the back porch.

Once Bailey had finished his business they went back inside, Emily immediately smelled the coffee brewing. Jamie must have set the coffee maker at some point.

Giving Bailey a treat she went to work making herself breakfast, quietly digging out the waffle maker and going to work to make some waffles, leaving some extra batter for Jamie to make himself some later with protein he would usually add.

"Bailey let Daddy sleep." Emily called out to the puppy as she saw the black poof slink past the kitchen island, stuffed toy sheep in his mouth.

Bailey wouldn't listen so she did the only that would make most dogs know how to listen. She grabbed the brick of cheese and scrunched the wrapper in her hand.

Bailey came bounding back into the kitchen, looking for his cheese.

"You already have him trained to the sound of cellophane." She heard Jamie laugh before seeing him.

"And you already have him trained to the sound of a potato chip bag." She shook her head before catching a glimpse of his eye, "oh my god babe. He did some damage."

"It's not as bad as it looks." He came into the kitchen and dropping a kiss on her forehead, helping himself to some coffee. His bed head making his hair stand up on every which end.

"You have stitches and the worst black eye I have seen in years." She held his face in her hand to look it over, "did you break your nose too?"

"No. Maybe just cracked it. I know the other side is kinda bruised lookin too." He winced as she pressed her thumb to his sutures.

"I'll never get used to you coming home with those." She pulled her hand away to lift the lid to the waffle maker, him automatically handing her some plates.

"Good thing it doesn't happen very often." He poured her a cup of coffee and made it how she liked it.

"No. But you somehow managed to be the only one coming back from Sochi with one." She relaxed from the caffeine once she took a sip.

He grinned "What can I say. I know how to make an impression."

"That was so much fun. We should take like a nice vacation this summer, since we didn't really get one last summer besides for going to New York."

"I'd be fine with that. So this is what the house looks like at 6:30 in the morning." He picked Bailey up to sit at the breakfast bar.

"Yeah it's pretty nice eh. That's why I picked this colour. It looks so pretty when the sun rises. Oh!"

"Oh?"

"The rug comes in today! You're going to be home right?" She asked as she poured more batter into the maker.

"What's the ETA on it?"

"Around 2. It's taken so long to get here I hope it's is good condition."

"I'll be home. Do you want me to clear out the dining room so that way they can drop it and roll it out."

"Please."

They ate breakfast in a comfortable silence as Bailey sat on Jamie's lap. For someone who firmly stated he didn't want Bailey being a suck and wouldn't think he's a lapdog Jamie was doing an awful job of instilling the rule.

She enjoyed these kind of mornings with Jamie. Eating breakfast, listening to music like Matchbox Twenty and Maroon 5 that always seemed to be playing on the radio and enjoying each other's presence, some part of their bodies always touching.

It would be two years in February and he still couldn't keep his hands off of her. She loved it. Even with her "retiring" from rugby and quitting Crossfit for the sake of her knees, ultimately causing her to lose most of her muscle tone making her have a softer body, at first she hated it, at the point where she wouldn't even take her shirt off in front of him.

But he said he loved her curves, that she had more meat to her bones after a lengthy fight. Which ultimately helped her love her new body.

***

Sitting outside by the fire pit with Jordie, Jess, Tyler, Ali, Brenden and Courtney he heard Emily's Duramax pull up on the other side of the house. She had been driving that over her Range Rover now that deer season was upon them.

He knew she had a long day at work and wasn't in a very good mood but he figured that having her friends at the house to have a quiet night with food and alcohol around the fire would cheer her up.

She has also been stressed out about the impending arrival of her rug she had custom ordered from Iran that had been held by customs for weeks.

He heard the back door open and close and watched Bailey bound for her as he looked over his shoulder, Bailey in one hand and bottle of wine in the other.

"Straight from the bottle tonight?" Courtney asked her as Emily slid onto Jamie's lap.

"Yeah. There's more if you guys want to get your own bottle." Emily laughed.

Ali sat up from her spot and asked "What happened at work?"

Emily took a swig from the bottle of red, "Internship resumes. I have to go to San Francisco on Sunday for a regional visit. I negotiated deal for a retailer in Dubai. And Oh and I got called a bitch today."

"Who called you a bitch?" Jamie asked, kissing his girlfriend on the cheek.

"Some fucking cunt from design. How many more weeks till Christmas vacation."

Jamie and Jordie laughed at the look of shock on Tyler's face when the word "cunt" came out of Emily's mouth. Jamie wasn't surprised at her language anymore. She swore more and said worse words then most guys in the locker room.

"You haven't heard that word before or something Seggy?" Jordie laughed.

"But, she just looks so innocent." Tyler pointed out.

Jamie smiled, pinching her hip, making her laugh. "Trust me. Far from it."

"Can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl." Jess said, returning with her own bottle of wine.

She smiled and spoke in Arabic. He was pretty sure she said "never". His Farsi wasn't too bad but his Arabic was awful.

"English babe." Jamie reminded her.

She grinned a lopsided smile, the alcohol clearly taking effect. "Never." she repeated.

"I take it you negotiated because you were the only one that spoken Arabic fluently?" Brenden asked.

"There are other people at Fossil that speak it fluently but no one can negotiate like me. But yeah. And I was speaking it for a good four hours. Sometimes it's hard to switch back."

Tyler grinned "What did you say? 'I'm a princess give me what I want or else I'll cut you?'" Earning himself a slap on the arm from Ali.

"Takes a princess to know a princess." Jordie snorted.

That made everyone erupt with laughter as Tyler pouted.

"I'm gonna go change and get some salt and vinegar chips." Emily announced, letting Bailey down and getting up off of his lap. Stumbling a bit as she walked up towards the house.

Ali suggested to the other girls "We better go assist her."

Courtney and Jess agreed, getting up and walking towards the house.

"When are you gonna marry that girl?" Jordie asked his brother.

That put him on the spot but he knew the honest truth.

Without missing a beat he responded, "If I could I'd do it right now."

"That's deep." Tyler deadpanned, staring into the fire.

Jamie turned his attention to his team mate, "and when are you just gonna suck it up and wife Ali."

Brenden laughed. "You know how he is when commitment is brought into the situation. He panics."

Tyler sat there taking in the chirps. His commitment phobia had made him well earned it.

Hearing a crash and the onslaught of laughter coming from the house, Jamie looked over his shoulder seeing Jess, Ali and Emily on the ground and Courtney leaning over laughing.

"They were probably doing shots or something." Tyler grinned.

Jordie shook it head, "that's exactly what they were doing."

"Half the time those four get together I'm always expecting at least two of them to be twerking on the counter or something." Brenden sighed.

Jamie groaned and rubbed his face. Being with their friends had put her in a good mood, and alcohol had put her in a giggly mood in which she probably wanted to go out.

When the girls came out of the house Emily had a beer for him and a bag of salt and vinegar chips in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. He noted she had changed into an old pair of rugby shorts and one of his hoodies. Her shorts showing off those long tanned legs that he loved.

Following her up the stairs after the others had gone home he had Bailey in one arm and his hand firmly on her hip to keep her from falling face first into the wood.

Placing Bailey down at the top of the stairs he followed closely as Jamie guided a very drunk Emily to their bedroom.

"I didn't mean to get this drunk." She laughed as she fell on the bed.

Jamie shook his head, "We're all entitled to it. How are you going to handle being hungover at the game tomorrow?"

"Beer. More beer. I might just make it a weekend bender. Even in San Fran." She decided as he took off her shorts for her.

Before he could even do anything about it she used her foot to take off his toque.

She giggled and said, "Got your hat." As she waved it in front of his face with said foot.

He wasn't going to lie, the angle she had her leg held up at he thoroughly enjoyed. He felt his groin area twitch with thoughts of making drunk love to her.

He grabbed her ankle and removed the hat from her toes. "Okay monkey feet. If your awake when I get back..."

He paused and kissed the inside of her ankle.

"Yeessss." She grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

"You might get lucky tonight."

He kissed her ankle once more and made sure to give her a look that told her he meant business before turning on his heel to go clean up outside.

Coming back into the bedroom he found her passed out and a little black ball of fur curled into her stomach.

He didn't want Bailey being on the bed, but all he had to do was look at him and Bailey would get away with whatever he wanted.

If having not having a spoiled dog was going to be hard. Kids were going to be a whole other ball game. And he couldn't wait.

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