Live In Position

by Sadie Grubor

  "Stop," I protested. He froze. "It's just, it's not finished."

  It was partially true. I mean the book was written, but I hadn't done my read through or had it edited, yet.

  "Can I look?"

  He gave me the most wonderful smile and I almost agreed. I shook my head and took my laptop back.

  "It's not ready."

  He frowned. "Why can't I read it?"

  I looked at him with wide eyes. "I told you, it's not done yet." I shrugged.

  "Will you let me read it first?" His smile was back.

  I shrugged again.

  "Tell me what it's about." He settled back into the couch.

  "Um…well, it's sort of a kid's book." I bit my lip.

  I kind of figured he would drop it, but I was wrong.

  "Really? Like a fairytale?" His eyes, that could be ever so cold, were warm and curious.

  "It's not done yet." I said uncomfortably.

  He took my laptop and closed it before placing it on the coffee table.

  "Why won't you talk to me?"

  "I am talking to you."

  "Sophia, I want to know things about you, but you seem reluctant to talk to me about them." He slid down next to me on the couch, his left arm over my thighs and his head in my lap.

  "What do you want to know?" I rolled my eyes, but deep down my inner girl was doing a happy dance.

  "Everything." I could feel the smile on his face.

  "Could you narrow it down for me, just a bit?" I lightly tugged on his hair.

  "If you continue to tug on my hair, the only thing you'll be doing is screaming my name." I gulped. He kissed my hip.

  "Sorry." I blurted out.

  "Don't be sorry. If you don't want to talk, by all means, please tug on my hair."

  I rolled my eyes again and smiled.

  "Well, there is something I wanted to talk to you about."

  "Go on."

  "Um, Victoria's after school activities—" I paused.

  "What about them?" He didn't move and his tone never changed.

  "Well, I wanted to, maybe, take her down to three days a week with after school things, and then give her like Thursday and Friday without having to rush around." He pushed up onto his right elbow so he could look at me. "If you think I'm overstepping, then you can just say so. I—" His left hand covered my suddenly fast talking mouth.

  "What do you plan for her to do?" He removed his hand.

  "Piano, Dance, and Horseback riding, but when the weather got colder I could put her into Karate instead of riding?" It definitely came out as a question.

  He settled back into my lap with a shrug.

  "Whatever you think is best."

  I sat frozen for a few minutes.

  "Really?"

  "Really. I trust that you'll do what's best for her."

  "You're sure?" I asked, still in disbelief.

  He looked back up at my face again. "Sophia, do as you wish with her schedule, my only concern is that she's happy."

  I smiled down at him as his words melted my heart. Grabbing his face, I kissed his forehead.

  "Well, hell, you can make all the decision around here if you are going to do that." He smiled and climbed up my body, pressing his lips to mine. We didn't make it to the bed.

  "Do I have to go to dance class tonight?" Victoria groaned.

  "Ah, come on, I got your schedule down to three days a week." She rolled her eyes at me. "I thought you liked dance?"

  She sighed. "I do, but this year is tap. I want to do ballet again."

  "Well, you will just have to be patient." She rolled her eyes again.

  We stopped off at a deli and ate some sandwiches before I took her to her class. Instead of sitting in the waiting area, I hurried to a nearby bakery and bought a surprise for her. When Victoria came into the waiting room I held out a white box wrapped in plain white string.

  She smiled. "What's this?"

  "Open it and find out." I crouched down next to her as she sat on the floor.

  "These are my favorite!"

  Her arms wrapped around my neck and we ended up falling over onto the floor. I laughed and sat us back up.

  "I know they are."

  "Thank you!" Victoria quickly pulled out the chocolate cupcake with peanut butter icing and chocolate chips. She tried to stuff the whole thing in her mouth.

  "You may want to take smaller bites." I giggled.

  She smiled at me with a large peanut butter icing mustache over her lip. I shook my head.

  After the cupcake, she was in a better mood. She didn't argue when I told her to get out of her junior bridesmaid dress and into the shower early. She looked at me funny for a moment, until I told her to hurry because I had another surprise for her.

  I was in my room with my laptop when she burst through the door.

  "Okay, I'm done!" She was almost out of breath.

  "Wow that was quick. Are you sure you washed all over?" I teased her.

  She lifted her arm toward me.

  "You can smell if you want." She teased back.

  "Ew, no way!" I pushed her arm down and laughed at her.

  "Okay, so what's the surprise?" She jumped up and down.

  I stood up and pulled a DVD from the top of the TV.

  "This." I held it out to her.

  "You got the movie," she screeched.

  "I rented the movie," I clarified.

  "Let's watch it now!" She ran over and jumped onto the couch.

  "We need popcorn first." I winked at her.

  "Yes, and lemonade, too." Victoria popped up from the couch and hurried out the door.

  "Wait for me!" I laughed and followed her down the steps.

  On our way back up the stairs with the popcorn, we ran into Dr. Bishop.

  "What's going on here?" He looked at the popcorn and then at the both of us.

  "Sophia got me the Wizards of Waverly Place movie," she exclaimed. "We are going to go watch it."

  "It's a school night." He raised a brow at her.

  "It will be over in time," I assured him.

  His eyes met mine and stayed there for a moment, lingering, before he spoke.

  "You know, my television is larger. We should watch it in there."

  "Really?" Victoria's eyes were almost bugged out of her head.

  He looked down at her. "Hand me those drinks and go get the movie."

  She quickly handed over the drinks. He motioned for me to follow him. I followed. Entering his room, I walked over to the small loveseat and a coffee table.

  "What are you doing?" He looked at me curiously.

  "I figured we were sitting here." I stopped mid motion to sit down.

  "We can use the bed." Dr. Bishop set the drinks on the side table..

  "Oh," I paused. "Um, I don't think you want popcorn in your bed."

  He turned around, but before he could speak, Victoria burst into the room and hopped onto his bed.

  "This is going to be the best movie night ever!"

  Dr. Bishop's lips broke into a large smile as he stared at his daughter. He turned back to me.

  "Everyone on the bed."

  I shrugged and brought the large bowl over to the bed. Victoria sat Indian style in between Dr. Bishop and me.

  Midway through the movie, I said one of the characters was a geek and Victoria threw popcorn at me. I tossed a piece back at her, but she moved and it hit Dr. Bishop in the side of the face. We both froze.

  "That's it." His tone was stern, but the small smile at the corner of his mouth gave him away too soon. He reached into the bowl and tossed large handfuls at us.

  "It's war!" Victoria screamed and started throwing it back at him.

  I laughed grabbing the entire bowl and dumping it over Dr. Bishop's head. His eyes shot to me and narrowed. I tried to jump off the bed, but he caught me around my waist and yanked me down onto the bed.

  "What shall we do to her?" He looked over at Victoria who was giggling furiously.

  "Let her go
!" I offered.

  "Nice try, Miss Ashwood." He smirked at me. "Well?" His attention back toward Victoria as he held me down on the bed.

  "Tickle torture!" Victoria's hands came down to my sides and started digging in.

  "Oh god, stop! Victoria, quit!" I laughed and screamed.

  "No way," She laughed back.

  "Ahhh, stop it you two!" Now Dr. Bishop's fingers were in my sides as well. "I surrender!"

  Both of them were still laughing and gasping for breath as they pulled their hands away from me.

  "You are," gasp, "both," gasp, "going to pay." I continued to gasp for breath until I finally calmed down.

  "That was fun. Let's do it again." Victoria giggled.

  I pointed at her. "Don't you dare," I teasingly warned her.

  Soon the credits were rolling on her movie, and Victoria was half asleep in her father's arms. I almost felt like an intruder on the moment. Turning the movie off, I tried to pick up as much popcorn as I could.

  "Leave it." He whispered, picking Victoria up in his arms and carrying her to her bed.

  "But I'm not tired," Victoria yawned out.

  We both laughed. He kissed her head once she was on her bed and I tucked her in before I placed a kiss on her cheek.

  Walking back to Dr. Bishop's open door, I started to clean up the glasses and bowl, placing them on the small coffee table in front of his loveseat. Then, I moved back over to the popcorn mess and tried to pick up more of the crushed pieces off of the bed.

  "Quit worrying about the popcorn." He grabbed the duvet of his bed and folded up with the popcorn inside.

  "I'll take it downstairs." I held out my hands in an offer to take the bedding.

  Instead he tossed the duvet onto the floor and grabbed my arms, pulling me to him.

  "It can wait." His eyes locked onto mine and his hands rubbed soothingly over my back. "I'd much rather you didn't leave."

  Quickly the door shut loudly. He had kicked it shut.

  "You are awfully confident for someone who 'tickle tortured' me earlier." I raised one eyebrow at him.

  "Forgive me?" he said in a sarcastic tone and walked me toward his bed.

  "No, I don't think I do." I tried to pull out of his hold.

  "I don't like when you pull away from me." He narrowed his eyes on me.

  "Awww, poor baby." I stuck out my bottom lip. "Get over it." I slipped out his arms and giggled.

  He easily caught me by the waist and pulled me down onto the bed with him.

  "Let's stay here." His eyes were pleading.

  They almost looked desperate and I couldn't speak. With a simple nod from me, he smiled and we settled into his much larger bed.

  It didn't matter how large the bed was, he was still wrapped up next to me throughout the night. I didn't argue.

  "I have to leave for business on Sunday," he blurted out.

  "Um, okay." Even I could hear the weirdness and uncertainty in my voice.

  "I figured you would want to know." He sounded confused. I stayed silent, not knowing what to say. "It's something you want to know isn't it?" He rolled me onto my back and looked down at me.

  "Yeah, I mean, if you want to tell me."

  A small groan escaped his mouth as he closed his eyes and dropped his forehead to mine.

  "Sophia, I want to be with you." I didn't know what to say, so I stayed quiet. His eyes opened. "I want us to be together." I nodded. "I don't want to sound like some teenager, but if I have to ask you to be my girlfriend then I will."

  I pressed my lips together hard, trying not to burst into laughter. I couldn't hold it.

  "I'm sorry. I really am, I don't mean to laugh, but you…oh god…listening to those words come out of your mouth," I burst into more laughter. "Have you ever had to say those words before?" I smirked at him.

  "No," he smiled down at me.

  "You're a dork."

  "I'm hurt." He faked insult. "You don't want to be my girlfriend, Miss Ashwood?" We both burst into laughter.

  "So, I get to 'officially' be the secret girlfriend?" I winked at him.

  He sighed heavily and closed his eyes.

  "I could care less what my family knows, but for now, to everyone else, yes." His eyes opened and they looked worried.

  "Okay," I breathed out. That night we slept in his bed.

  The remainder of the week flew by, my nights in his room. Another weekend with Grace had come upon us. As happy as I was that she seemed to enjoy spending time with her mother, there was still a part of me that wondered if Grace would hurt her.

  I helped Victoria get ready to go and double checked that she had her cell phone with her. After reminding Dr. Bishop to talk to Grace about Miranda's wedding, since it was on a Saturday, they drove off. I headed upstairs to get ready for Miranda's wedding shower.

  In route to the banquet hall Miranda's shower was being held, my cell phone rang. Without taking my eyes from the road I answered the phone.

  "Hello?"

  "Are you in that thing you call a vehicle?"

  Dr. Bishop. His tone was cold, but it was now so easy to decipher the different layers of coldness he used. This one was more playful, but concerned.

  "So what if I am? And don't hate on my car."

  He groaned. "I'm going to make that thing disappear."

  I gasped. "Don't you dare."

  He chuckled. "Really though, I wish you would use the car I've provided."

  "I use it when Victoria is involved," I defended myself. "This is a personal trip, so I took my car." I just realized I was smiling like a fool.

  He huffed.

  "Just so you know, I am going to find a way to get that thing to disappear."

  "Okay, Dad."

  "Such a smart mouth."

  I laughed.

  "The things I will do to that smart mouth," he almost purred.

  Dr. Super-Hot Bishop almost purred! My insides felt tingly. I didn't know if I could process it and drive at the same time.

  "When do you get back?" The anticipation in his 'matter-of-fact' tone was almost humorous.

  "Later," I teased.

  "I thought we discussed teasing me, Miss Ashwood." I envisioned that one lick-able eyebrow rising upward and giggled.

  "Perhaps I should remind you…later."

  "Oh, look at that, I've arrived. Gotta go." I bit the side of my mouth trying not to laugh too loudly as I parked my car. It back fired as I shut it off and I groaned.

  "Say your goodbyes to that contraption." He said sternly. "And hurry back to me." His voice softened.

  "If you're lucky," I teased. "Bye."

  "Until later, Miss Ashwood." He hung up.

  After tossing my phone into my bag, I climbed out of the car, smoothed out my sundress, and grabbed Miranda's gifts. Walking into the shower, I was wide eyed at the decorations. It was set up like a tea party. There were different china patterns on each table and at the center was a silver three tiered tray filled with finger sandwiches.

  "Sophia," Miranda exclaimed as she approached me.

  "Hey there, soon to be Mrs. Cramer." I put the wrapped gifts down and hugged her. "This place looks amazing."

  "Thanks, Benji's and my mother went a little over the top." I saw her fight not to roll her eyes.

  "I think it looks great." She smiled. "So, where is the rest of your loot?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

  "You didn't have to bring a gift." It was clear she meant what she was saying.

  "Nonsense," I playfully scoffed. "Show me to the gift table." She showed me the way and helped me carry the gifts over.

  The shower was pleasant and very proper. Her maid of honor was Benji's sister, and she was very, very adamant on making sure that everything was running according to her plan. I had to bite my tongue a couple of times when Miranda would roll her eyes and sigh at her soon to be sister-in-law's behavior.

  Once the games were played, the food eaten, conversations held, and gifts opened, everyone started to slowly depart. I offered
to stay and help with the clean-up, but Miranda told me to get out, she would see me next Friday for the rehearsal. I couldn't believe that next weekend Miranda Murphy would be Miranda Cramer.

  Wow.

  The drive home was quiet and I took the time to think about what to make for dinner. Victoria was sometimes hungry, but other times she has eaten with Grace. I wasn't sure about what to make. As I pulled my car into its spot, I decided I would throw together a quick chicken stir fry. Leftovers could be easily reheated the next day. I unlocked the front door and entered.

  "I see you've made it home." I turned on the first step of the staircase, watching Dr. Bishop slowly walk in my direction.

  "Did you think I wouldn't be back?"

  For a moment there was a flash of darkness on his face, but it was soon replaced with amusement.

  "You never know." He stopped about a foot away from me.

  "Oh, or was it wishful thinking?" I teased with a cocked eyebrow.

  "You know better than that."

  "Do I?" I placed my hand on my chest and asked innocently.

  His movement was quick. Before I could remove my hand from my chest, his arms were around my waist, his face inches from mine.

  "You should, at least, I would hope you did." Dr. Bishop's eyes searched my eyes. Then they flickered down to my lips. I gave a half smile. "Tsk, tsk, more teasing?"

  His body pressed closer against me and my breathing increased.

  "I—" There was no chance for me to finish my sentence.

  His lips crashed to mine and his hand moved from my waist to my neck. Our lips and tongues moved in a perfect union. I pulled my mouth away, his mouth moved over my jaw.

  "Mrs. Baker?" I gasped out when his teeth grazed my jaw.

  "Busy," he mumbled quickly against my neck.

  "We can't—"

  "Shh." He pulled us down to the steps.

  "Collin, we can't do this here." I hissed and tried to stop him from laying me across the stairs.

  "It's my house," he stated cold and stern. "I can do as a please, where I want."

  My ass met the thickly carpeted step and his hands slid underneath the thin cotton of my dress. I moaned when he squeezed his long fingers into my upper thighs, shoving them apart. His body between my legs and his lips never left my skin. As Collin's mouth moved over my collarbone there was a loud gasp. Both of our heads shot toward the kitchen and saw a wide eyed and embarrassed Larissa.

  "Oh god," I groaned.