My Teddy

71

Jordan

"Baby? Come along now, I have your bath ready."
I urge softly, my hand on the small of her back as we make our way to the bathroom.

She hasn't said a word since dinner.

Didn't even go downstairs to say goodbye to that asshole.

Goodbye.

Because there's no way she's seeing him again.

I don't think she wants to, anyway.

She said she would give me a massage before dinner but I brushed her off when she tried to just now.

I want to take care of her.

I know she's at least a little upset that I admitted that we're going to tie the knot in a fit of rage.

That's not the way we were going to tell her parents.

But a little part of me is satisfied that they now know.

She drops her towel and steps into the tub.

"Baby girl, I'm sorry. I really am. I tried as hard as I could."
I sigh, watching her settle down.

She just watches as I toss a purple bath bomb
in.

"I know, I'm not mad, honey. Just a little disappointed."
She sighs, smiling sadly.

I get down on my knees beside the tub and gently run my fingers through her hair.

She loves it when I do that.

"I um. I know that you wanted to wait to tell your parents about us getting married because you have doubts about it actually happening,"
I hesitate.

She says nothing.

It hurts a little.

I clear my throat.

"I just want you to know that if we end up just being friends, I won't act like him. I wont bash you for making bad decisions and I wont make you feel uncomfortable. I'll still act the same."
I say softly, grabbing the conditioner.

"Don't say that, Teddy. I want to be with you. I want you to be a friend but I still want you to be my husband too. I have no doubts."
She grumbles.

I stare.

"You promise?"

She nods.

I hesitate still.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

She nods.

"Then tell me if I'm too...in your life. I can step away, I swear it won't be that big of a deal."

The look she gives me makes me feel a little nervous.

"Come get in with me."
She sits up, pushing my hands away.

"Baby-"

"Jordan. Get in this damn tub."
She says sternly.

I stand up reluctantly.

"Please would be a nice word to say."
I grumble.