“I got a honey with a bun in the oven. Does that bother you?” I grab a fork, hungry for the first time in days.
She takes a nibble of toast, swallows, waits, and then eats a little more.
“Are you okay there, little momma?” I glance down at her plate, wondering why she isn’t eating.
“I think so. I’ll know in a minute. Junior lets me know almost immediately if something isn’t going to sit right.”
“Oh… Morning sickness? But it’s almost noon.”
“Tell him that.” She looks up at me across the table and smiles as if I’m some kind of hero. “I’ve really missed you.”
Hell, my cock gets as riled up as when she was playing footsie. I wish now, that I hadn’t taken the job in DC. “I’ve been fucking miserable without you. I figure I can come to New York every few weeks. They give me four days off after working ten.”
“I would really like that.” She reaches across the table, beautiful eyes all on me, and suddenly I realize, I am in love.
I’m saved from saying so too soon because Andy pings my phone.
Quinn: The judge wants to make you wait three months. You good with that?
Me: Sweeeet
Unfortunately, before long, it’s time to go and I drive us to the airport. “Quinn says the judge wants us to wait three months before he grants us our divorce.”
She breaks into a big smile. “Wow. That’s too bad.”
“Yeah, right?”
