Hopefully.
“Can Char come back any sooner?” I ask as we walk back to my car.
Hailey laughs. “She’ll be back on Saturday. The midwife said I probably wouldn’t go the full forty weeks, not that I’d have it this weekend.” She pats my arm. “You won’t get stuck with me in the delivery room. Stop worrying.”
I relax.
Slightly.
I love Hailey, but I’m not the person she needs by her side when she gives birth.
Not this time around.
And the idea that she could go into labour any second is a little terrifying.
“I’m not worried,” I lie.
She laughs again. “You’re so full of shit.”
“I just don’t want Char to miss out on the experience of you in labour.”
She had the grip of an MMA fighter.
I dance out of the way as she goes to slap me.
“Harsh, Vic.” She raises an eyebrow. “I’d like to see you give birth to a nine-pound baby and not want to break something.”
I wince. “Point taken.”
“Now open the car and take me home so I can have a nap.”
Seanand I text throughout the day on Monday, and I manage to grab an hour or so with him when he drops in at the pub after work. We chat for a while, then I walk him to his car, kissing him thoroughly before he drives home. We do the same on Tuesday. As much as I’d love to get in the car and go with him, only getting snatched moments with him builds up the anticipation between us, and by the time I’m driving to his house on Wednesday night, I’m almost vibrating with excitement.
Lights wrap around the gate and the front door, warm white fading slowly in and out, and a beautiful big wreath decorates the door itself. I idly wonder when he got that because it wasn’t in the boxes he had out when I was there.
“Hey.” Sean opens the door before I can knock and greets me with a kiss, Lucky barking behind him.
“Hey.”
He tugs me inside and kicks the door shut, pressing me against the wall in his hallway. I’ve not had chance to get my coat or boots off, but Sean seems reluctant to let go long enough for that to happen, which is absolutely fine by me.
I’d be quite happy to fuck right here in the hall.
“Food or sex?” he asks, sliding the zip down on my coat.
I grin. “First? Or do I only get one of them?”
“Does it matter?” He slides his warm hand inside my coat and under my jumper, stepping in close enough to press his groin against mine.
He’s wearing soft pyjama bottoms and a long-sleeved T-shirt. I’m pretty sure he’s not wearing underwear, and when I grab his arse, my fingers dipping under his waistband, I can’t feel any.
Fuck.
I’m actually really hungry, and if he’d asked me that question the second he opened the door, I would probably have gone with food, but with Sean rubbing his hardening cock against mine and my hands gripping his firm arse, the only thing on my mind now is nakedness and orgasms.
Or just orgasms.
I’m not opposed to getting off right here.
