Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty-Three
I open the drawer, and look inside. It doesn't look like anything is missing, it's just my sleep clothes drawer. I don't know why anything would be missing, but it definitely looks like someone went through it. 

I laugh to myself I am probably just being overly paranoid. It was probably Jack's pervy ass in here looking through my pantie drawer since we weren't here to stop him. 

If it was my husband he definitely wouldn't have been going through my pantie drawer, we probably would have been dead the second we walked through the door. 

I take a deep breath to calm myself and make my way back into the kitchen. "Is everything alright?" Brad asks when I sit down next to him. 

I give him a forced smile. "Of course, why wouldn't it be?" I ask confused. 

Brad shrugs. "You are just acting a little strange, like something is bothering you or something."

"No I'm okay. It's just been a long day." I say smiling at him, and this time it's a genuine smile. I love that he worries about me, but I hate lying to him. I just don't want him to go into full blown panic mode. 

He keeps watching me for a minute, then goes back to eating. I'm glad he isn't asking a million questions. Lying to him is bad enough once, I don't want to have to lie to him over and over.

"So what do you think about the tacos? Are they crappy?" I ask, smirking. 

Brad laughs. "I guess they are pretty good. Not the best tacos I have ever had but not bad either."

I laugh rolling my eyes. "Well I'm sorry the tacos weren't the best, we will try somewhere else next time."

Brad smiles. "Okay, but next time I'm picking the place." 

"Okay, we will just take turns picking weird places to eat." I wink at him and he sticks his tongue out at me, making me laugh. 

We finish eating, talking and laughing the whole time about everything and absolutely nothing all at the same time. For a few minutes I'm able to forget that we aren't normal. For a few minutes it feels like a dinner with my best friend.

Brad yawns and I smile at him. "Are you tired?"

He shrugs, yawning again. "Yeah a little. I don't know why I feel so sleepy."

"I don't know love, are you getting sick?" I ask, genuinely concerned. After almost losing him, I don't ever want him to get sick or anything again. I don't want anything to happen that could possibly take him away from me, not even a little cold or something like that.

Brad chuckles. "No I don't think so, I feel pretty good besides being extremely tired all the time."

"Well if you start getting sick or something I am going to take you to the doctor." I say giving him a serious look. 

Brad laughs. "Okay Mom."

I roll my eyes. "I'm serious Brad, I don't want you getting sick. I love you and I worry about you."

Brad puts his hand on mine. "I know you do baby. I love you too and I worry about you too, but don't forget we can't go to the doctor."

I raise both eyebrows staring at him. "If you get sick, I am going to take you to the doctor.I don't care if we have to drive five hundred miles to find some sketchy doctor in the middle of the woods that takes bribes, you will be going to the damn doctor."

Brad squeezes my hand. "I know baby. I'm okay, I promise. It's probably just stress or something. I will be okay, if I start getting sick I will let you know."

"You better." I lean over and kiss him on the cheek. 

Brad smiles at me. "I will baby."

"You can go lay down, I will clean up in here and be in there in a couple of minutes." 

Brad stands up and leans down to give me a quick kiss. "Okay baby I love you. Are you sure you don't want me to help you?"

I shake my head. "I got it, you get some rest. I love you too."

Brad heads into the bedroom and I lean back in my chair, sighing. I look at the kitchen, there's really not much to do. I just need to clean these couple of dishes, throw some trash away and try to shut my mind off so I can sleep. 

I take a deep breath and stand up. I might as well just get it done. I already know I won't be able to sleep, every time I do fall asleep I wake up after having weird dreams of people in the apartment watching us. Then I left and didn't lock the door earlier, so I'm sure I will have some really crazy dreams tonight. 

It only takes a couple of minutes for me to finish everything and I make my way into the bedroom. Brad is curled up on his side of the bed and I tiptoe over to feel his forehead for a fever. 

I gently press my wrist to his forehead and Brad opens his eyes laughing. "Are you seriously checking me for a fever?"

I laugh. "In my defense I thought you were asleep and I was worried. I just wanted to make sure you weren't getting sick." 

Brad grabs my hand and kisses it. "I promise I'm okay baby, now come get in bed with me. It's time to sleep." 

I smile. "Okay, just let me change real quick, I'll be right back."

"Okay baby." He kisses my hand again before letting go of it. 

I make my way into the bathroom, and wash my face real quick. I strip down to my bra and panties, reaching behind me I unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor. I guess I should have grabbed a T-shirt or something before I came in here. I slide my panties down my legs, letting them fall to the floor. When I walk back into the room Brad is facing my direction.