Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen: The Patriarch's Event

Trevor Celine was curled up in bed when I walked into the room. "You're asleep already?" I asked her, removing my cufflinks. "Yes." She rolled over to her back, stifling a yawn. "I thought you were going to drink all night." "I have work to do tomorrow. I can't possibly do that to myself." "Buddy," she mimicked. "Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?" "I planned on joining you two again after getting some breeze, but I changed my mind." "Your introverted side pulled you back, right?" "I was sleepy." I moved toward the bed and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Sweet dreams." "You too, honey." She smiled, her eyes heavily lidded with sleep. I entered the bathroom to shower and slipped on my singlet and boxers after I dried up. I got into bed beside Celine and slept as well. That was pretty much going to be our lives. We would share the same bed and watch the morning rise together. It was a lovely future. And to have that future, I have to be a better person. For myse