It was eerily quiet in the office. No pressing tasks to occupy my mind and make time pass quicker. I was caught up in laundry, so I found myself sitting at the desk, waiting for the phone to ring or a pressing email to come in that required my attention.
Noah’s absence and a lull in phone calls made it so I had no choice but to overthink everything. Mainly Noah’s lips on mine. Unable to handle the silence and lack of distraction, I picked up my cell and texted Sage.
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Me: Help. I suddenly feel like I’ve been hit by the horny bus. I blame Noah, and his stupid kisses and smiles.
Sage: Hahaha! Well, that doesn’t surprise me…welcome to the second trimester.
Me: What do you mean?
Sage: Your libido is *the highest* during the second trimester, because nausea decreases, and energy levels increase. Lucky Noah. Nix is loving this stage, so far…
Me: TMI, Sage.
Sage: Sorry, not sorry.
Me: I can’t sleep with him.
Sage: Why not?
Me: It’s too soon. We just said we’d give things a go…I don’t want to complicate it with sex.
Sage: It’s already complicated, my friend.
Me: Ugh, don’t remind me.
Sage: All I’m saying is, you’ll feel *much better* when you jump his bones.
Me: You’re not helpful at all. ?
Sage: Hehe, sorry. Wanna meet at Tabitha’s after work for tea and chats?
Me: I guess so.
Sage: See you then!
* * *
The office phone rang, putting an end to the lull. I put my cell down and picked it up.
“Hello, Whimsical Woods Resort, Nellie speaking. How can I help you?”
Chapter Twenty
Nellie
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We were sitting around Tabitha’s kitchen island later that evening, after Sage made me fill Tabitha in on everything that had transpired so far between me and Noah.
Tabitha practically swooned when I told her word for word—at Sage’s request—what Noah had said when he found out I was pregnant.
“The fact that he doesn’t even know for sure if he’s the father, and he’s all in!” she squealed, practically jumping up and down. “I’m so excited for you both, especially for Noah! I feel like the whole town’s been waiting forever for him to settle down with a nice girl.”
“Okay, hold your horses. Who said anything about settling down? We just started dating!” I could feel the familiar panic that a monogamous relationship usually inspired in me rising. Or maybe that was pregnancy related panic, it was difficult to tell.
“I know, but I feel like you guys are endgame,” Tabitha waved my protest away with her hand, as if batting a pesky fly away from her. “I felt it at the Witches’ Ball, and again at the New Year’s party.”
