“Nope, he’s down in Boston for the weekend, helping with the walk to raise money for leukemia.”
“Oh, damn,” she said, sagging his arms. “What about Jacob?”
“Not until after six. You know his rules,” Connor said, pressing another kiss to the top of her head as he shot another glance at the clock, wishing that it would speed up so that they could call their assistant. If the man wasn’t the best at what he did, Connor would have fired the bastard months ago, but he couldn’t because they’d be lost without him.
For a few minutes, she didn’t say anything and he actually thought that she’d fallen asleep, so when she climbed, with difficulty, off his lap and waddled over to the door, he was taken by surprise, but her next words had him groaning.
“I have to use the bathroom,” Rory announced, cradling her stomach as she leaned against the wall.
“You have to wait for a female officer,” the officer said, shooting her a sympathetic look, probably thinking that would be enough to make Rory waddle back over and sit down.
It wasn’t.
“No, you’re going to have to take me,” Rory said, shifting.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but you’ll have to wait for a female officer.”
“I am nine months pregnant with a boy whose idea of fun is to play kickball with my bladder and you really think that I can wait?” Rory demanded and he knew that if there hadn’t been a set of bars separating them that she’d already be kicking the shit out of the officer’s shin.
Connor stood up and joined his wife at the bars. “Just let her out. She doesn’t need to be in here. Have someone take her home and I’ll stay.”
“How is that going to work?” Rory demanded, turning a murderous glare on him and he knew that the hormones had taken over once again.
Yup, pregnancy was a fucking blast.
“I need help getting up the stairs and with Andrew in Boston, there won’t be anyone to help me!” Rory snapped, and he really wished at that moment that Andrew had stayed home. Eleven months ago, Andrew bought his old house so that Connor didn’t have to watch it go to strangers and it had been the best decision that any of them could have made.
Rory and Andrew still liked to give each other shit, but they’d grown very close over the past couple of months. Andrew went out of his way to help Rory whenever he was home. He was also very protective of her. She’d saved his life, after all, and was always there for him.
“Well, I-”
“All I want to do is to use the bathroom and maybe get a snack and he,” Rory said, gesturing to the stunned officer, “won’t let me and now you’re willing to stay in jail just to get away from me!” Rory sobbed just as the first tear entered the picture and he knew, just knew that she was going to go for his balls this time.
For years, he’d wished that she’d act more like a girl and cry a few tears and now he was getting that wish and more. She cried at everything, and he meant everything. If he got her a cup of cocoa, she cried. If he told her that he loved her, she cried. If Bunny did something cute, she cried. If the mail was five minutes late, she cried. He could not wait for his sane, normal, happy wife to return to him. God, he missed her.
When she buried her face in her hands and sobbed loudly, Connor threw the bastard keeping him locked up with her a murderous glare. The crying didn’t stop, oh, no, it got worse and soon the officer was fumbling with his keys and couldn’t open the cell fast enough.
“You know what? You can both go home. I’ll talk to my sergeant. You don’t need to be here and I’m sure that you can clear this whole misunderstanding up with the school board tomorrow,” the officer said, opening the door and gesturing for them to leave, looking close to begging them to go.
“Are you sure?” Connor asked as Rory somehow managed to sob louder.
“Yes!”
“Thank you,” Connor said, comforting Rory as he guided her out of the cell, but the poor thing was still pretty upset and wouldn’t stop crying. She didn’t stop crying while they were being signed out, handed their personal possessions, walking out of the building and by the time he helped her in the truck, he was starting to panic because she couldn’t seem to stop crying.
As he walked around the truck to the driver’s side, he resigned himself to a night of sitting in the damn nursery that he’d built so that she could gush over every little sock, diaper, and teddy bear just to make her happy. He took a deep breath before he opened the door, climbed in, and started the truck. It wasn’t until he pulled out of the parking lot that he realized that his wife was no longer making those rather disturbing sobbing sounds.
“Do you think we could stop at Roy’s Dinner on the way home? I have a craving for their apple pie and hot cocoa,” Rory said, sounding chipper and scaring the shit out of him.
“You want to stop and get pie?” Connor asked cautiously, knowing that the wrong tone could get him killed.
“Mmmhmm,” Rory said, nodding as she reached over and started playing with the radio.
“Okay…” Connor said, not really sure how to proceed, so he went with a safe question, or at least what he hoped was a safe question. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”
“No,” she simply said with a shrug.
“No?”
