He shook his head, looking down at me, his expression more serious than I'd ever seen it before. "Nothing's wrong. I just want you to know that, tonight, if you decide you don't want to finish what we started, I'm okay with it."
I studied his face. "Are you giving me a way out or giving yourself one?" I asked.
He sighed. "I don't need a way out, but I don't want you to feel pressured."
"I don't," I said.
"I just want you to be sure. I don't know if I can go back if we go down this road."
I rose up on my toes and kissed him. "I don't think I can either. Not now."
When I dropped back down on my heels, his eyes were warmer. "I'm still not going to hold you to it if you have a moment of sanity while you're at work tonight."
"I'm not going to change my mind," I stated. He wasn't the only one who could be stubborn.
"It's still okay if you do."
I sighed. "You are so stubborn."
"I've heard that a few times in my life," he teased.
"Well, you'll probably hear it a few more."
He laughed and released me. "You're going to be late for work."
I went over to the kitchen table and grabbed my phone and the lidded cup next to it. "Thanks for the drink," I said to him with a wink.
"You're welcome."
I grabbed my purse and keys from the hook by the door. "I'll see you later."
I pulled into the parking area behind Crave with four minutes to spare, so I took thirty seconds to send him a text.
Still haven't changed my mind.
I was inside and clocking in when his reply came through.
Tell me that after work.
I laughed to myself.
I decided then and there that I would send him the same text several times tonight before I got home.
As it would turn out, I would have ample opportunity. It seemed that my husband had called his sister and let her know that I needed to spend more time with my feet up and that it was doctor's orders.
That meant that every ninety minutes, Cam made me take a ten to fifteen-minute break. I had to go sit down in her office and put my feet up on the small coffee table in front of her couch or even lie down.
She'd tried to tell me I had to take these breaks every sixty minutes. When I said no, she said every seventy. I told her every two hours. After some haggling, we settled for every ninety minutes.
During my first forced break, I settled on her office sofa with my cell phone. While I was annoyed that he'd gone behind my back, I could admit that I needed the break. I had less nausea and more energy now that I was in my second trimester, but spending hours on my feet every day made my hips and lower back hurt more than usual.
As I sat down with a bottle of water, I texted J.J. again.
I'm annoyed with you.
His reply was nearly immediate.What did I do now?
I chuckled to myself and drank more water before I answered.
