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If the tables won’t turn, flip them the fuck over.

—Jessamy’s Life Lesson

Jessamy

I woke up the next morning warm, but alone.

The covers were tucked around me, and there was the fresh scent of coffee and pastries coming from somewhere close.

When I peeled open my eyes, I found the culprit.

There was a folded-over note sitting on the edge of the nightstand that read:

Had to go to work. -B.

Next to that note sat a cup of coffee in a well-loved Yeti cup—one I’d seen Black holding a hundred times before. Next to the cup of coffee sat a pastry bag from a coffee shop in town that I hadn’t been to before because my mom and Leo had frequented it often.

I sat up, then felt that awful gush of blood and ignored all the sweet things that Black had waiting for me and made a mad dash to the bathroom.

I then had to take a complete shower because—fuck my period.

When I was through and clean once again, I did a load of laundry then came back for my coffee and pastry.

I found my phone plugged in for me, too.

Which was hilarious because it was never charged.

If I had twenty percent on it, it was a miracle.

But opening it up, I found that it was at full charge.

A phenomenon that my phone probably would never see again unless Black took over that task, too.

I went to the messages as I took my first sip of coffee.

It was divine.

I hummed happily at the cinnamon taste and took a look at the pastries.

There were three to choose from, and all looked phenomenal.

I snacked on all three as I drank my coffee and scanned through my texts.

The first text thread I went to was with Black.

Black:

Your phone was dead so I charged it. I have to go to work, but I’ll be back around eight.

There was another one from Black as well that had me grinning like a loon.

Black:

Guess what. More pig shit.

The picture that was attached had me giggling.

Black, full uniform, was walking down a street holding a pot belly pig aloft. His arms were bulging as he walked it to the back of a horse trailer. His face was red, and he looked like he was struggling hard.