Page 72 of The Beat of My Heart

Julia: Yes.

Trevor: Good. Want to play a game?

Julia: It is after midnight. What are you doing up?

Trevor: I’ve got a lot going on, I haven’t slept well in months.

Julia: Want to talk about it?

Trevor: On the phone?

Looking down at a sleeping Charlie, I debate carrying him to his own crib. Part of me is so curious to hear Trevor’s voice. Okay, I admit it, I’m lonely, but glancing at Charlie again, all I can see is his father and as much as I love the banter Trevor and I have, it still feels like I’d be cheating.Am I always going to feel like I belong to him? The thought is upsetting. I’m in for a long, sad life if that’s the case.

Julia: I can’t. But I can text, anytime.

Trevor: Nah, I’m good. So, you want to play a game?

Pulling up my game folder, I send him an invitation to Words with Friends.

Julia: Get ready, Trev. I’m about to whoop your ass.

Trevor: Bring it on, sweetheart. Bring. It. On.

* * *

Julia:What is wrong with your friend?

Trevor: You’ll have to be more specific than that. I could make a list for Preston and we would be here for days. Loki is away, so that leaves Dex, what did he do now?

Julia: I am a HUGE fan of lists.

Julia: He sent Lanie an MLM message about Sylvie babysitting tonight and now she is blowing up my phone like a crazy person.

Julia: I can’t lie for shit so I’m having to ignore her and she will be pissed.

Trevor: I’m a list-making kind of guy myself.

Trevor: Fucking Dexter. I’m heading over there now. I’ll make sure it’s all smoothed over.

Julia: You’re the best.

Trevor: Right back at ya.

* * *

Julia:OMG! Did you hear Dexter finally got laid last night?

Trevor: No shit?

Julia: Yup, our babies are growing up.

Trevor: It’s about fucking time. Jesus. At least one of us won’t have blue balls anymore.

Julia: Awe, poor baby. You not getting any action these days?

Trevor: You could say that, I’mHoldin’ Out For the One.

Trevor: What are you wearing? (Winky face)