She’s really growing a whole-ass human inside of her. And she’s doing this on her own. No partner. Abandoned by her best friend too.
She’s amazing.
“You getting sick at work?” I ask.
“No, I think the worst of morning sickness has passed.”
“But not the potato cravings.”
“Potatoes are delicious and I won’t stand for potato slander, so be careful what you say next.”
It’s impossible to not smile back at her.
Even when Jessica trots in and scratches the floor like she’s flinging poop at me, I’m still smiling.
Ziggy tosses me an apple.
I sit at the kitchen table and tell her about the time Caden got a dog who chewed up all of his stuff.
She tells me about her former best friend helping her get over her fear of dogs and about a story one of her ship friends told her about something that happened onboard this week.
She also tells me turkey bacon is an abomination and it goes against everything she’s ever believed in to serve it to me, but she dishes me up a plate heaped with fluffy scrambled eggs, whole wheat toast, fresh berries, and turkey bacon.
This morning routine has me completely certain that I don’t want her to go.
I like talking to her. I like eating what she cooks. I like watching her take care of my—her—our?—dog.
I like that she feels safe enough around me to talk about her former best friend.
Important to the grieving process.
Ask me how I know.
“You ever watch superhero movies?” I ask her while I eat.
“All of them,” she replies. “Usually late, which is when the ship would get them, but I caught up since I’ve been back home.”
“New one out this weekend. We should go.”
Ziggy jerks a look at me.
A delicate pink creeps up her cheeks, and I’m instantly hard as a rock.
Fuck?
Orthank fuck?
I can’t decide.
That’s definitely going to depend on her answer.
I think the blush is a good sign.
Isn’t it?
Wait.
Is it bad to date your roommate?
