Joyful tears

Eve's POV

"No," I replied, trembling as I tried to keep still. It was way too early to be on the phone.  

It was five in the morning. Tom was asleep in bed, he had come home late last night as usual. I tried to sneak out of the bed quietly. Left undisturbed he ought to sleep for at least an hour more. The phone vibrated in my hands and I clutched it tightly, sneaking out of the bedroom. Only when I was in the kitchen did I allow myself to breathe easy.  

"Why," it was a simple straight and direct question and yet it made me giggle. I clamped a hand over my mouth, trying to be as quiet as possible as I texted back a reply.  

"It's early. Tom's still around. I can't call now Adam," 

"When can you!?" 

Another giggle and I could feel the sensible part of myself glaring daggers at me. What the heck was wrong with me? Oh who