“We didn’t use any condoms the past couple times.” I looked into his eyes and saw nothing. No panic, just nothing.
“Okay,” he shrugged, grabbing the bar of soap like it wasn’t a big deal.
“What if I have herpes?” I mean, honestly. He gave me the look that called bullshit. Granted, he had been on a first name basis with my lady bits for a few days now.
“Then I guess we need to get married. We can be one happy herpes family,” he smiled, teasing me. I shook my head. I was staring at him like he was crazy. He decided to finally take my stare seriously, and started rubbing the soap over his body.
“You clean?” he asked.
“Yes.” No hesitation in my answer.
“You on birth control?”
“Of course.” Once again, no delay on my answer.
“Then we have nothing to stress over. I’m clean, you’re clean. No babies anytime soon, although I would like to see you grow with my child inside you. But there’s no rush.” My mouth dropped and he kept on washing himself. Once he was done, he looked me over and saw I was still in my shocked state. Taking initiative, he poured some of my body wash in his hands and started cleaning my body.
Not one to fight about getting washed by a sexy man, I let him continue doing what he was doing. I took the opportunity to stare at him and run his words over through my head. He wants to have a baby with me. Dear Lord. Something about the way he said it made me want to jump back on him and ride him until it happened. I wanted a family and my clock was ticking, but I didn’t think I wanted it that soon.
After we were clean, dried, and dressed, we curled into bed.
“Because I know you’ve been going crazy in that head of yours over what I said, remember the part where I said no rush. We have all the time in the world, sweetheart. I still need to convince you to move in with me, take my name, and then we can work on babies.” I didn’t know what to think about that statement. It both frightened me and excited me. I wanted to tell him that I was moving in with him tomorrow, never going back, that we could get married and start that life. But I wasn’t ready for all of that just yet. I wanted it, but I needed a wee bit more time to wrap my head around it. I gave him a kiss, and then snuggled against his naked chest. I listened to his heartbeat and lulled myself to sleep. I didn’t want to think anymore, so dreaming was my next option.
I woke up in the middle of the night when Jake was getting back into bed.
“Sorry, go back to sleep. I just had to check on Casey,” he whispered and pulled me close. I tried to go back to sleep but my bladder started screaming at me.
“I have to pee.” I rolled out of the bed and padded over to the bathroom. It was dark, and I didn’t want to turn on the lights to blind my eyes, but thankfully, I could still somewhat see where the toilet was. I pulled down my shorts and sat down. I heard a splash in the water beneath me, which, had I not been still very sleepy, would have clued me in that something was up. Instead I just sat there, trying to figure out what made that noise, and then something smacked into my ass.
I screamed.
I screamed my head off.
Falling off the toilet, I scrambled away with my bare ass hanging out, tearing out of the bathroom as fast as I could.
“What’s wrong?” Jake was up and helping me get off the floor.
“Something just smacked my ass in the toilet!!” I screamed. I was assaulted, for Christ’s sake.
“Oh shit, it was probably a toilet frog.” Jake held me, rubbing my back while my shorts were around my ankles.
“What the fuck is a toilet frog?” My voice was starting to return to its normal octave. I felt a little chuckle escape his lips but I managed to refrain from smacking him.
“Every once in a while, a frog will get in through the vent and hang out in the toilet, like it’s his own personal pool. Never bothered me. It’s gone by now, if you still need to go.” He was holding back more laughter. I untangled myself from him, and pulled up my shorts.
I didn’t answer him. Instead, I walked out of the bedroom and to the other bathroom and did my business. After checking for creatures in the toilet. I was tired, and feeling a little pissy, so when I made it back to the bed, I stretched out and went back to sleep, not caring if Jake was still laughing or trying to cuddle me. I needed my sleep.
