What the hell is wrong with me?" Tr

What the hell is wrong with me?" Trevor asked no one in particular in the dark living room, but Toby felt the need to answer him by licking his toes, again.

With a small sigh he pulled his foot back only to have Max take that as his cue to renew his earlier attack. He winced as he gently pulled his foot away from the playful pup and sat up, dropping his head back and wondering why he'd let Zoe push him away again.

Well, at least she wasn't sleeping in her own apartment tonight. That was progress, he thought as the two pups worked as one to pull his blanket away from him. To make them happy he made a half-hearted attempt to pull the blanket back, but after a minute he let them win. Of course if he hadn't snuck into her apartment four hours ago and shut off her heat she'd probably still be there "thinking".

For a solid week he'd forced himself to give her space so that she could "think." Although he was allowed to check up on her, bring her food, help take care of the dogs and take her to the doctor's to get her stitches out they hadn't talked much. Their conversations were short and sweet and did nothing to ease the nagging feeling in his gut that she was going to leave him.

If his uncle hadn't suspended his ass for a week from work for the incident at the bar he would have asked for the time off to help take care of Zoe. His uncle gave her a paid week's vacation so that she could catch up on some rest. Granted, he could have really done without the lecture, well, more like yelling when his uncle dropped by to tell him he was suspended.

Of course his uncle hadn't known the reason behind the fight and he hadn't told him because he didn't want to embarrass Zoe again. He allowed his uncle to rant about not acting like an idiot, especially when he had a baby on the way and that he was lucky that there were plenty of witnesses willing to state that they saw Hank put his hands on him first. After his uncle ripped him a new one, Jared went next door and from what he could hear, fussed over Zoe for the next hour.

His uncle was kind enough to stop by to see him on his way out to tell him that he'd kick his ass the next time he got into a bar fight. Then again his uncle had stopped by the next day with a six pack and a grunted apology for threatening to kick his ass. As it turns out his uncle overheard the real reason behind the fight when he walked to the coffee truck and heard Hank retell the tale with a few added choice words about Zoe. If his uncle hadn't fired the man on the spot, he was pretty sure he would have landed his ass in jail that night after he hunted the bastard down and beat his ass into a coma.

As much as he'd love to go pay that asshole another visit he had bigger issues to deal with, like the stubborn woman currently sleeping in his bed. If he couldn't fix this and get her to talk to him soon he was afraid that he would lose her for good and he wouldn't be able to handle that.

Which is of course is why he decided to take matters into his own hands.

First he'd shut off her hot water, hoping she'd come to him to fix it since she was a little bath addict. Had she? Nope. There'd been no knock on his door or yelling his name through the wall. So, he'd been forced to up his game.

He kidnapped the dogs.

When she went down for her mid-morning nap he snuck into her apartment, lured the dogs out with a pair of his boxers and as soon as his boys latched on, he dragged the growling pups as they did their damndest to rip his underwear apart. For four hours he waited for her to come looking for the boys and just when he was sure that he had her where he wanted her, the damn dogs demanded a walk, wrecking all his plans. After their ten minute walk through the slush he wasn't too surprised to find Zoe waiting in the hallway for the boys. That failure caused him to go a little further.

He kidnapped her.

Okay, so kidnapping might be an exaggeration, but he'd made damn sure that she wasn't going anywhere until she talked to him. Not only had he stolen the spark plugs out of her car, but he also placed her car on cement blocks and stolen her tires, just in case she had a set of spark plugs lying around the house somewhere. When that plan obviously failed he snuck into her apartment and shut her heat down.

Now that had definitely worked because not even an hour later she came knocking on his door, wrapped up in a blanket, shivering. Of course being the good landlord that he is he went and had a look and wouldn't you know it? The heater was broken. He came back and explained it to her as he generously offered his own bedroom.

After a slight hesitation she accepted his generous offer with a small smile and he patted himself on the back for another fine job. That is until she shut the bedroom door in his face and proceeded to take a long hot bath without him and he'd been forced to sleep on the couch with the two traitors.

"Why can't I catch a break?" he grumbled.

"Trevor?" she said, sounding unsure. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah, are you okay? Is it the baby?" he asked, getting to his feet to make sure she was okay.

"No, everything's fine. I was wondering if we could talk," she said hesitantly.

"Yeah, of course we can," he said, sitting down and gesturing for her to join him and prepared himself for a long night of arguing and pleading. He'd do anything to make her see how important she was to him.

Anything.

So when she sat down, straddling his lap he was admittedly a little surprised, pleased, but surprised. He gently gripped her hips while she adjusted herself on his lap.

"Is everything okay?" he asked quietly.

Her shrug wasn't exactly helpful.

Sighing, he leaned back and waited patiently while she drew shapes over his bare chest and stomach. After a few minutes she looked up as she chewed her bottom lip.

"What is it?" he whispered.

"I can't cook," she blurted out.

Fighting back a smile he said, "I, um, sort of figured that out, baby. If it really upsets you I'm sure we can find a cooking class that you can enroll in."

"I guess," she said, going back to tracing shapes on his skin.

"Is something else bothering you?"

"I also don't like sports," she admitted with a tiny shrug.

"Then we won't sign you up for football," he teased, earning a cute little glare.

"I'm also not pretty and I--ow! What the hell was that for?" she demanded and he was tempted to slap her ass again.

"You're beautiful, Zoe, and you damn well know it," he bit out.

"I'm plain, Trevor," she said simply.

"No, you're mine and that's all that matters," he said, leaning forward to steal a quick kiss. "And if anyone says anything different I'll beat the shit out of them."

She sighed heavily as she shifted on his lap and he did his damndest to ignore it. It had been a week since he touched her. Seven nights and days filled with ice cold showers. It wasn't exactly his favorite pastime, but she needed time and he was going to make sure he gave it to her.....as long as they were beneath the same roof that is. The minute she tried to leave all bets were off.

"Is something else bothering you?" he asked, running possibilities through his head when she gave him another shrug. A thought occurred to him, one that actually frightened him a little and made him realize that he had something to tell her, something she probably wasn't going to want to hear, but had a right to know.

"Zoe, I have to tell you something," he said, his hands tightening around her hips to stop her from running away from him.

He planned to keep her right where she was until she calmed down, even as he prepared himself for the same look of disgust he saw on his father's face or the look of pity on his mother's when they were told. No matter what he wouldn't allow her to leave until he explained things to her. He didn't want her to worry about their baby, but he also thought she should hear it from him before one of his meddling relatives let it slip.

"Trevor, what's wrong?" she asked, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair, pushing it off his forehead and reminding him that he needed another haircut. Then again he might keep it the length it was just so she could run her fingers through it. He loved the way she touched him even when she was only offering comfort.

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to meet her eyes. "I have to tell you something because it might affect the baby one day, but I don't want to freak you out."

"Okay," she said slowly, eying him warily, "but you do realize that there's no way I can't freak out after you start off like that? Now you've got me thinking you have some freaky disease or something."

"No, it's nothing that bad," he promised. "It's just that......" He hated telling her this, hated anyone knowing for that matter. "I'm dyslexic," he admitted softly, forcing himself to hold her gaze.

When her brows arched up in surprise he knew this was going to be bad. Maybe he should have just kept his mouth shut and-

"And?" she asked.

"That's it," he said, frowning when her expression didn't morph into disgust or pity.

She rolled her eyes. "I already knew that," she said, scoffing as she went back to tracing shapes on his chest.

"You knew? How the hell did you know?" he demanded, wondering which bastard in his family had ratted his ass out.

"It wasn't too hard to figure out, Trevor," she murmured, looking totally enthralled with what she was doing.

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Apa sih salah dengan saya?" Trevor secara khusus meminta ada di ruang gelap, tapi Toby merasa perlu untuk menjawab dia dengan menjilati jari-jari kakinya, lagi.Dengan desahan kecil ia ditarik kakinya kembali hanya untuk Max menganggap itu sebagai petunjuk untuk memperbarui menyerang sebelumnya. Ia meringis sebagaimana ia lembut menarik kakinya dari Main-Main anak anjing dan duduk, menjatuhkan kepalanya kembali dan bertanya-tanya mengapa ia akan membiarkan Zoe mendorong dia pergi lagi.Yah, setidaknya dia tidak tidur di apartemen sendiri malam ini. Itu kemajuan, pikirnya sebagai dua anak anjing bekerja sebagai salah satu untuk menarik selimutnya darinya. Untuk membuat mereka bahagia dia membuat setengah hati berusaha menarik selimut kembali, tapi setelah satu menit ia membiarkan mereka menang. Tentu jika ia tidak menyelinap ke apartemen temannya empat jam lalu dan mematikan panas nya dia mungkin masih ada "berpikir".Selama seminggu padat dia memaksa dirinya untuk memberikan ruang nya sehingga dia bisa "berpikir." Meskipun dia dibenarkan untuk memeriksa dia, membawa dia makanan, membantu mengurus anjing dan membawanya ke dokter untuk mendapatkan nya jahitan mereka tidak berbicara banyak. Percakapan mereka yang singkat dan manis dan tidak melakukan apa pun untuk meringankan perasaan mengganggu dalam usus nya bahwa ia akan meninggalkannya.Jika pamannya tidak ditangguhkan pantatnya selama seminggu dari pekerjaan untuk kejadian di bar dia akan meminta untuk waktu untuk membantu mengurus Zoe. Pamannya memberinya seminggu dibayar liburan sehingga dia bisa mengejar beristirahat. Memang, dia bisa benar-benar melakukan tanpa kuliah, baik, lebih suka berteriak-teriak ketika pamannya mampir untuk mengatakan kepadanya bahwa ia diskors.Tentu pamannya tidak tahu alasan di balik perang dan tidak diceritakan kepadanya karena ia tidak mau mempermalukan Zoe lagi. Dia mengizinkan pamannya untuk berteriak-teriak tentang tidak bertindak seperti idiot, terutama ketika dia punya bayi di jalan dan bahwa ia beruntung bahwa ada banyak saksi-saksi yang bersedia untuk menyatakan bahwa mereka melihat Hank meletakkan tangannya di dia pertama. Setelah pamannya robek dirinya yang baru, Jared pergi sebelah dan dari apa yang dia bisa mendengar, lebih sibuk Zoe selama satu jam berikutnya.Pamannya adalah jenis cukup untuk mampir untuk melihat dia di nya jalan keluar untuk mengatakan kepadanya bahwa ia akan menendang pantatnya waktu berikutnya ia masuk ke sebuah bar melawan. Kemudian lagi pamannya telah dihentikan oleh keesokan harinya dengan enam Pak dan permintaan maaf yang grunted mengancam untuk menendang pantatnya. Ternyata pamannya mendengar alasan sebenarnya di belakang melawan ketika ia berjalan ke truk kopi dan mendengar Hank menceritakan kembali Kisah dengan beberapa tambahan pilihan kata tentang Zoe. Jika pamannya tidak dipecat pria di tempat, dia adalah cukup yakin ia akan mendarat pantatnya di penjara malam itu setelah ia diburu bajingan dan memukul pantatnya dalam keadaan koma.Sebanyak yang dia ingin pergi bajingan yang membayar kunjungan lagi ia memiliki masalah yang lebih besar untuk berurusan dengan, seperti keras kepala wanita sedang tidur di tempat tidurnya. Jika dia tidak memperbaiki hal ini dan mendapatkan dia untuk berbicara dengannya segera ia merasa takut bahwa ia akan kehilangan dia baik dan ia tidak akan mampu mengatasinya.Yang tentu saja adalah mengapa dia memutuskan untuk mengambil masalah ke tangannya sendiri.Pertama dia akan mematikan air panas dia, berharap dia akan datang kepadanya untuk memperbaikinya karena dia adalah seorang pecandu mandi kecil. Apakah dia? Nope. Ada tidak ada ketukan di pintu atau berteriak-teriak nama-Nya melalui dinding. Jadi, ia telah dipaksa untuk permainan.Ia diculik anjing.Ketika dia pergi ke bawah untuk memikat nap pertengahan pagi nya dia menyelinap ke apartemen temannya, anjing keluar dengan sepasang petinju nya dan segera setelah anak terkunci, ia menyeret menggeram pups seperti yang mereka lakukan mereka damndest untuk merobek pakaian apart. Selama empat jam dia menunggu dia untuk datang mencari anak-anak dan hanya ketika ia yakin bahwa ia telah dia mana dia ingin dia, anjing sialan menuntut berjalan, merusak semua rencananya. Setelah mereka sepuluh menit berjalan melalui Lumpur salju ia tidak terlalu terkejut menemukan Zoe menunggu di lorong untuk anak-anak. Kegagalan yang menyebabkan dia untuk pergi sedikit lebih jauh.Dia menculik nya.Oke, jadi penculikan mungkin berlebihan, tapi dia membuat sialan yakin bahwa dia tidak akan di mana saja sampai ia berbicara dengannya. Tidak hanya telah ia mencuri busi dari mobil, tetapi ia juga ditempatkan mobilnya pada blok semen dan dicuri Ban nya, hanya jika ia memiliki seperangkat busi tergeletak di sekitar rumah di suatu tempat. Ketika yang merencanakan jelas gagal ia menyelinap ke apartemen temannya dan menutup panas nya.Sekarang bahwa pasti bekerja karena bahkan tidak satu jam kemudian dia datang mengetuk pintu, terbungkus dalam selimut, menggigil. Tentu saja menjadi pemilik baik bahwa dia adalah ia pergi dan melihat-lihat dan Tidakkah kau tahu itu? Pemanas yang rusak. Dia kembali dan menjelaskan kepadanya karena ia murah hati menawarkan kamar tidurnya sendiri.Setelah sedikit ragu-ragu ia menerima tawaran murah hati dengan senyum kecil dan ia menepuk sendiri di belakang pekerjaan baik yang lain. Itulah sampai dia menutup pintu kamar tidur di wajahnya dan melanjutkan untuk mengambil mandi panjang tanpa dia dan dia telah dipaksa untuk tidur di sofa dengan pengkhianat dua."Mengapa saya tidak bisa menangkap istirahat?" dia menggerutu."Trevor?" katanya, terdengar tidak yakin. "Apakah Anda terjaga?""Ya, Apakah Anda baik-baik saja? Apakah bayi?"Dia bertanya, mendapatkan kakinya untuk memastikan dia baik-baik saja."Tidak, segala sesuatu baik-baik saja. Aku bertanya-tanya jika kita bisa berbicara,"katanya ragu-ragu."Ya, tentu saja kita bisa," katanya, duduk dan menunjuk baginya untuk bergabung dengannya dan mempersiapkan diri untuk malam yang panjang berdebat dan memohon. Dia akan melakukan apa pun untuk membuatnya lihat betapa pentingnya dia kepadanya.Apa-apa.Jadi ketika dia duduk, mengangkangi pangkuannya dia terkejut memang sedikit, senang, tapi terkejut. Ia lembut mencengkeram pinggul sementara dia disesuaikan dirinya di pangkuannya."Apakah semuanya baik-baik saja?" Dia bertanya pelan.Dia mengangkat bahu tidak persis membantu.Mendesah, ia membungkuk kembali dan menunggu dengan sabar sementara ia menarik bentuk atas telanjang dada dan perut. Setelah beberapa menit dia melihat seperti dia dikunyah bibir bawah."Apa itu?" dia berbisik."Saya tidak bisa memasak," dia terlepas cakap.Melawan balik senyum yang dia berkata, "Aku, um, semacam tahu bahwa, bayi. Jika itu benar-benar mengganggu Anda saya yakin kita dapat menemukan kelas memasak yang Anda dapat mendaftar ke.""Kurasa," katanya, akan kembali ke bentuk pelacakan pada kulitnya."Sesuatu yang lain mengganggu Anda?""Saya juga tidak suka olahraga," akunya dengan mengangkat bahu kecil."Maka kita tidak akan mendaftar Anda untuk sepak bola," dia menggoda, penghasilan silau kecil yang lucu."Saya juga tidak cantik dan saya--ow! Apa sih itu untuk?"dia menuntut dan dia tergoda untuk menampar bokongnya lagi."Kau indah, Zoe, dan kau tahu betul," ia sedikit keluar."Saya polos, Trevor," katanya hanya."Tidak, kau milikku dan itulah yang penting," katanya, bersandar ke depan untuk mencuri ciuman cepat. "Dan jika orang berkata apa-apa berbeda aku akan mengalahkan kotoran keluar dari mereka."Dia menghela napas berat seperti dia bergeser di pangkuannya dan dia melakukan nya damndest untuk mengabaikannya. Sudah seminggu sejak ia menjamahnya. Tujuh malam dan hari-hari penuh dengan shower air dingin es. Itu tidak persis hobi favorit nya, tapi ia membutuhkan waktu dan ia akan memastikan bahwa ia memberikannya kepada her... selama mereka berada di bawah atap yang sama. Saat dia mencoba untuk meninggalkan semua taruhan pun berangkat."Sesuatu yang lain mengganggu Anda?" Dia bertanya, menjalankan kemungkinan menembus kepalanya ketika dia memberinya lain mengangkat bahu. Pikiran terjadi padanya, salah satu yang benar-benar takut Dia sedikit dan membuatnya menyadari bahwa ia memiliki sesuatu untuk memberitahu dia, sesuatu yang dia mungkin tidak akan ingin mendengar, tetapi memiliki hak untuk tahu."Zoe, aku harus memberitahu Anda sesuatu," katanya, tangannya mengencangkan sekitar pinggul untuk menghentikan dia dari berjalan darinya.Ia merencanakan untuk menjaga haknya di mana dia adalah sampai dia tenang, bahkan ketika dia mempersiapkan diri untuk tampilan yang sama dari jijik dia melihat ayahnya wajah atau tampilan kasihan pada ibunya ketika mereka diberitahu. Tidak peduli apa yang ia tidak akan membiarkan dia pergi sampai dia menjelaskan hal kepadanya. Dia tidak ingin dia kuatir tentang bayi mereka, tetapi ia juga pikir dia harus mendengar dari dia sebelum salah satu kerabat campur tangan membiarkannya tergelincir."Trevor, apa salah?" Dia bertanya, mencapai hingga menjalankan jari-jarinya melalui rambutnya, mendorong off dahinya dan mengingatkannya bahwa ia membutuhkan rambut yang lain. Kemudian lagi dia mungkin tetap panjang itu hanya supaya dia bisa menjalankan jari-jarinya melalui itu. Dia menyukai cara dia menyentuh dia bahkan ketika ia hanya menawarkan kenyamanan.Mengambil napas dalam-dalam, dia memaksa dirinya untuk memenuhi matanya. "Aku harus memberitahu Anda sesuatu karena hal itu mungkin mempengaruhi bayi satu hari, tapi aku tidak ingin panik Anda.""Oke," katanya perlahan-lahan, eying dia warily, "tetapi Anda menyadari bahwa tidak ada cara saya tidak panik setelah Anda memulai seperti itu? Sekarang Anda telah membuat saya berpikir Anda memiliki beberapa penyakit aneh atau sesuatu.""Tidak, itu adalah apa-apa yang buruk," ia berjanji. "Ini adalah hanya itu..." Dia membenci mengatakan nya ini, membenci orang mengetahui hal ini. "Saya disleksia," dia mengakui lembut, memaksa dirinya untuk menahan pandangan matanya.Ketika alis nya melengkung ke dalam kejutan dia tahu ini akan menjadi buruk. Mungkin ia harus hanya menjaga nya tutup mulut dan -
"And?" she asked.

"That's it," he said, frowning when her expression didn't morph into disgust or pity.

She rolled her eyes. "I already knew that," she said, scoffing as she went back to tracing shapes on his chest.

"You knew? How the hell did you know?" he demanded, wondering which bastard in his family had ratted his ass out.

"It wasn't too hard to figure out, Trevor," she murmured, looking totally enthralled with what she was doing.