“Did he say anything disrespectful to you?”
“No babe. I really think he was genuinely concerned. I mean really? What would you have thought if you came in here and saw what he saw, not knowing what was really going on?”
“Yeah, I guess you're right. Come on and get dressed. I have to get back to work,” he breathed, letting go of his tension.
They did a quick shower to remove the remains of the chocolate, then he redressed in his uniform and she put her clothes back on. After laughing about the whole forgetting the keys thing, she told him that he owed her an encore tonight. They stopped and got food on the way to her job, then Alex kissed her bye and got in his cruiser and logged back in.
“Wow, someone looks happy…again,” Angela grinned at what seemed to be coming standard behavior for Faye's and Alex's lunch dates.
Chapter 9
Symóne searched the bathroom cabinets for sunblock, then grabbed a pair of sunglasses off her dresser and started down the stairs with Trevor following. They stopped by the kitchen for fruit and drinks, Trevor washing and cutting them up in a bowl, while Symóne grabbed a pitcher full of fruit medley punch and two plastic cups and they headed out to the pool side.
The sun was glowing warm rays over their back yard, and the birds were traveling from bird house to bird house in all of the neighbors yards who had them.
Sitting the bowl of fruit and pitcher of punch and cups on the table, the two of them decided to go ahead and test the water before dousing themselves in sunblock. Symóne started down the steps of the pool and was pleasantly surprised at how warm the water was already.
“Ahhh, this feels amazing,” she muttered to herself.
After getting to the floor of the pool, Trevor moved past her, turning to take her hands in his. He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her, palming her bottom, then leaning in for a kiss.
“Let me guess, you can swim too?” she asked sarcastically. It seemed there was nothing Trevor couldn't do, but she was anxious to find his Achilles' heel.
“I can stay afloat. Maybe do some gliding back and forth,” he sounded almost embarrassed.
Symóne's eyes raised, contemplating a challenge.
“How about you? Are you a swimmer, Mrs. Harrison?”
“Yes. At the group home, we were allowed to take lessons at the Y. I think I came out pretty well prepared,” she smirked at him.
“Good, then I won't worry about drowning as long as my pregnant wife can swim. Now we can play,” he gave her a daring glare—almost challenging her to be reckless.
“Trevor…don't you dare!” she gasped as he began to move backwards toward the deep end. He continued on until his feet no longer touched the bottom. He waded in the water, waiting for her to come to him.
“Trevor! Are you freaking kidding me? It's been a long time since I've swam. I need to re-familiarize myself with it first,” she complained, still standing where he'd left her.
He raised his legs to where he was lying on his back, and began to wave his arms back and forth, gliding further into the deep end. The sun glistened off the tiny bubbles of water resting on his body as he floated off.
Seeing that he was intent on enjoying their pool, Symóne gave in. She ducked under and got her entire body wet, soaking her hair and face, then wiped away the excess water. She then began to swim toward him and he heard her coming and raised himself in an upright position, waiting for her.
Symóne reached him and rested herself within his embrace and he could only smile at her, amazed at her swimming skills.
“Don't look so surprised Mr. Harrison,” she looked him up and down.
He creased his forehead and frowned. “What did I tell you about calling me that?” he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her toward his body.
“Was that the phone?” she asked, looking toward the house.
“Don't even try it,” he chuckled.
“No, seriously babe. I hear the phone ringing,” she pulled away and started swimming back toward the shallow end and got out. He then heard the faint sound of ringing from inside the house and wondered, how in the hell did she hear that?
Trevor threw his head back, thinking…who ever it is, surely could have waited on a call back after I got me some. He shook his head.
Symóne had grabbed a towel and rushed through the back door and answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Hi Symóne!” Drew chimed.
“Drew! It's so nice to hear from you, what have you been up to?” she asked.
“I have a girlfriend!” he crowed.
“That's awesome Drew! So…tell me all about her,” Symóne sounded excited, and started back out to the patio with the phone in her hand.
Trevor looked at her curiously, wondering who could be putting that kind of smile on her face. She saw his wonder and put her hand to the mic of the phone, “Your brother has a girlfriend,” she winked at him. Trevor shook his head with a chuckle and wondered how this was going to play out.
Drew sounded more than excited to share his news with his new sister-in-law. “Okay, so she goes to my school, and she came here from Louisiana. She's like me!” he squawked. Meaning she too, had Down Syndrome.
“Cool. So what's her name?”
“Madeline Fisher. Oh, and we're going on a date…to, um…” he paused. “Hey mom! What's the name of that place my date's going to be?” he asked her. Symóne could hear Trevor's mom answer in the background.
“Oh yeah. We're going to Fernbank Museum!” he was undeniably excited.
“That's great Drew. I expect you'll be a perfect gentleman, just like your big brother?”
“Yes. Hey, where is Trevor?” he asked.
“He's in the pool. I can get him for you,” she offered, and by his silence, she figured he was waiting for her to do just that.
She walked over to the edge and held out the phone to him as he waited by the wall, still submerged up to his chest. He reached for the phone, then blew her a kiss, and answered.
“Hey Drew, how's it going?”
“I have a girlfriend!” he started the entire conversation all over again. By the time he'd explained everything to Trevor, his mom was in the background, requesting to speak to him now. Drew said his goodbyes and asked Trevor to tell Symóne bye too, then handed his mom the phone.
“Hi son. How are you?” she asked.
“I'm good mom. We're both doing just fine,” he answered her next question before she had the chance to check on Symóne. She had taken a seat on the side of the pool and let her legs dangle in the water.
“So, we didn't get to talk much about that whole fiasco much when you called me from the hospital, but I really need to know some things Trevor,” she stated.
Her tone was leading, and it worried him. He inhaled deeply, then asked if this was something that could wait until tomorrow. He really needed to give Symóne his undivided attention, and work to ease her anxiety about Lori. The last thing he wanted so soon, was to continuously bring up her name.
“I understand, and yes, it can wait. But…it needs to be soon, okay?” she spoke with urgency.
“Yes Mother. I will call you first thing in the morning,” he promised. They ended the call and Trevor lay the phone on the patio and moved to position himself in front of Symóne.
“What was that all about?” she asked.
“She needs to talk to me, but it can wait, we're doing our thing today,” he assured her.
“Is it serious?” She worried about his mom's knack for knowing more than the norm.
Trevor shrugged. “I'm not sure, but if it was urgent, she would have said so. Right now, I have a date…with my wife and baby,” his smile was comforting.
She trusted him to keep her in the loop. After all, if he was able to tell her that his ex-girlfriend tried to pleasure him orally, and sat her naked body on top of him in an attempt to get him to react, what else would he possibly keep from her?
“I see your wheels turning babe. Don't do that
. Let's just enjoy today.”
“Okay,” she breathed and rested her hands on his shoulders. “So, are you ready for some lessons?” she asked him.
“Sure. What are you going to teach me?” he asked.
“To swim.”
“Oh really?”
“Yep.” She hopped down in the water in front of him. “Now, first of all, let me see you put your head under water.”
He smirked at her, as he slowly went under, waited a few seconds, then came back up.
“Okay, so you're not afraid of that. That's good. Now, I want you to put your face in the water, then turn it up to the side and breathe out then back in before you turn back to the water.”
He did as she told him with ease. Then she started for the shallow end.
“Where are you going?” he asked her. Wiping water from his face.
“I need to be able to stand, to show you the rest. I don't want to risk you drowning,” she said without turning back to face him. It was obvious that Symóne was physically athletic, even in her state of pregnancy. Her second trimester was going great with the exception of her earlier scare when Trevor was missing.
She reached the four foot section of the pool and turned to say something to Trevor, but he wasn't behind her. Looking out over the pool, he was nowhere to be seen. Her instincts were telling her to look toward the bottom of the deep end where she saw a figure, sinking slowly.
“Trevor!” she screeched, then dove under and swam down to his body and turned him facing away from her. She then cupped her arms under his and began to kick until they surfaced. “Oh my God! Trevor!” she called out as she began to move toward the shallow end with him, but then he began to wiggle.
“That tickles babe,” he chuckled.
Her mouth fell open with an audible pop, and she let him go. He turned to face her with a sneaky grin on his face.
“You Jackass! I can't believe you did that to me!” she snapped at him.
“Hmm, haven't heard you call me that in months,” he smiled. “Brings back memories,” he winked at her. However, she wasn't smiling, and he inhaled deeply at something he was going to have to fix.
Noticing that she was hardly amused by his prank, he began apologizing—pleading for her forgiveness. Symóne wasn't having it and stubbornly turned away, starting for the steps, but felt something grab her thighs.
“Trevor!” she growled.
He stood, picking her up, cradling her in his arms and looked into her eyes. At least he tried to, but she wore a pout, and folded her arms across her chest stubbornly. At the moment, her hormones were making her a bit cranky.
He kissed her shoulder, then stretched his neck out to nibble on her ear.
As hard as she tried to not succumb to his efforts, a smile slowly crept up on her face. When her tension eased, he started back toward the deep end, carrying her.
“Wait! You'll drown!” she panicked.
“I can swim babe. Always have been able to,” he fought back a smile, but the look on her face, her narrowed eyes, pursed lips…it almost looked like she wanted to cause him bodily harm.
“Put me down.”
He hesitated, but did as she asked. His posture was apologetic and nervous. She put her hand on his waist and surrendered to his wordless pleas. He relaxed and started to say something, until he felt her pull down on his shorts, then used them to snatch his legs from under him, causing him to fall backwards into the water. She had his shorts in her hand, waving them in the air as she rushed against the weight of the water to get to the steps. By the time he was back on his feet, she was standing on the side of the pool, waving his shorts at him.
“If you want them, come and get them!” she crowed.
He burst into laughter, and started for her when he heard a lawnmower roar to life in the neighbor's back yard. Their yard was gated, but it was wrought iron and completely see through. His smile faded and he looked to Symóne who was euphoric with this turn of events. This was priceless as she watched Trevor try to come up with a plan to get out of the pool without being seen.
As luck would have it, it was the neighbor's twelve year old son who started the mower and began to cut the grass, while his dad came out to start up the grill. Right behind him, the man's wife and twin daughters were headed out to the swing set for a little play time.
Symóne's mouth fell open as she silently laughed at the look of embarrassment on her husband's face. If he got out of the pool naked, that would cause so many problems for him with the neighbors.
Trevor looked around himself, then started swimming toward the deep end of the pool. He thought maybe if he were far enough away from them, they wouldn't be able to tell he wasn't wearing anything and he could rush inside the house.
Just as he reached the far wall, he heard his name.
“Hey Harrison!” the man called out, standing at the gate with his arms draped over, between the bars. Trevor's head dropped, and he turned slowly to face the man, his gaze stopping at his now hyperventilating wife with a glare of daggers, then spoke.
“Hey Gary, you guys are up and about early this morning?” Trevor sort of questioned him. He understood that the kids were out on Spring Break, but why would they all be up and outside so early?
“Well, it's eleven, and we wanted to start up the grill in time for lunch. Hey, why don't you and Symóne come on over and join us?” he suggested.
“Well, we were kind of wanting to spend some quality time alone today. We don't get to do much of that, with the both of us running our own businesses. You do understand, don't you?” Trevor rejected the invitation. He was being truthful, but another issue was at the helm of his rejection.
“Sure. Well…maybe another time then?” he asked and half turned, waiting for confirmation.
“Yes. Maybe this summer,” Trevor gave him a general time frame, not wanting the man to harass him any sooner than that.
Gary waved to Symóne and headed back over to his grill and family.
“Trevor, you really should get out of that water and put some sunblock on,” Symóne suggested, while sitting on a lounge chair spraying her arms with it.
He turned to glare at her, then reached his hand out toward her, his palm facing upwards wanting his shorts. She shook her head no, then began on her legs.
He sighed then looked once more at the neighbors, gleefully going about their day, “Okay, then. I guess I'll just have to come out and get them then?” he threatened.
She shrugged, and continued to cover herself with the cream when Trevor placed both of his hands on the side of the pool and hoisted himself up to get out. Symóne screeched, “No!” and they both looked to the neighbors who were now looking in their direction, and Trevor had quickly let himself drop back down in the water.
He and Symóne shared a look between them, relieved, but then he gave her a sly look and placed his hands back on the wall again, ready to try again.
Symóne sighed, knowing all too well how persistent Trevor can be, then gave in and tossed his shorts into the pool and he reached to get them. After pulling them on, he hurried to the steps and when he turned dramatically to look at her, a plan clearly forming in his head, she gasped.
“No, Trevor. You'd better not do what I think you're about to do,” she growled in a whisper.
He smiled, and she quickly stood to her feet. She palmed her belly and started backing toward the house. He crept toward her menacingly, and her giggles escaped her uncontrollably as she reached the door.
Trevor forwarded his advance on her and Symóne screeched as she turned to run for the family room. He was wet, and he stalked her. She stood behind the sofa, laughing and complaining, while he wavered back and forth in front of the sofa, grinning at Symóne's facial expressions. Her laugh was more of a clucking with irritation. On one hand, she wanted to see if she could out run him, belly and all, and on the other hand, she wanted to just surrender to him. The intensity was making her extremely horny, but then she always gave in to Trevor's hot purs
uits.
While she contemplated, Trevor bolted around the side of the sofa catching her off guard and she froze where she stood, screaming to the top of her lungs. In one swift motion, Trevor had her cradled in his arms, gnawing on her neck, causing her to giggle more.
“You are such a Jackass Trevor! I swear!” she chuckled her complaint.
“Only for you babe,” he smiled. “Now that our poolside rendezvous has been infiltrated by the neighbor's, what would you like to do now?” he asked, his expression ulterior.
She looked at his lips, then slowly followed his features up to his eyes and stared at him. He took that as an invitation to kiss her, and leaned in to touch her lips with his. “Well?” he asked between kisses.
“I'm not sure. I think I need a little motivation to come up with a plan,” she kissed him in return.
He stepped around the sofa with Symóne still in his arms and sat her down on the center cushion, then kneeled in front of her.
Leaning forward, he rested his head on her stomach, placing his hands on both of her sides. It gurgled and they both laughed.
“I guess we sort of worked up an appetite?” Symóne implied.
Trevor lifted his head and reached up to cup her chin in his hand and raised up to her for a kiss.
“Okay, all joking aside, what would you like to eat?” he asked her.
“I really want something sweet. A cake! I want a key-lime cake!” she smiled.
He snorted, “Of course,” he agreed, then backed away, pulling her to her feet. “Where would we get such a cake?” he asked.
“I want to make it but—you have to help me,” she insisted.
A look that washed upon his face, seemed reluctant, yet he drew in a deep breath and decided that he wouldn't let a past trip to the store gone bad, ruin their day.
“Are you afraid?” Symóne caught on to his initial hesitation.
“Not for me. But I've learned some things, and we're not going to stop living because of what happened. We should move forward and my family comes first,” he vowed, his hands resting on her belly once more.
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