Except… He’s given me, seriously, about fifteen amazing orgasms and not allowed me to give him even one. But I’m determined tonight. Even if it’s only a hand job.
“Charlie?” Teri is leaning over my desk. “Wow. You’ve got it bad. You haven’t heard a word I’ve said.”
“No.” I deny it. “I’m just tired.” I pat the top of my stomach. I’m thirty-five weeks along now. Five more weeks. Squirt’s been growing like crazy. I’m getting excited.
I’m also scared.
But it’s okay. Things will work out. They always do.
“What time are you leaving?” Teri’s question reminds me I have a doctor’s appointment this afternoon. My midwife works out of a birthing center over an hour away. I probably won’t get back until after six.
“About three?”
“Give yourself plenty of time.” Teri’s been great about this stuff. She pats me on the shoulder and walks back to her office.
Colt and I haven’t talked much about Squirt. Our situation is unique, and he’s been amazing. He touches my bump all the time. Sometimes it feels like he’s imagining that Squirt’s his, but that’s probably my own wishful thinking.
What we don’t talk about is the future. And make no doubt about it, Squirtismy future. I shove these thoughts aside and open my computer. Colt’s playing golf today but I need to let him know I’ll be later than usual. We plan on cooking Vietnamese tonight. He’s having the ingredients delivered. I’ve never had so much fun cooking as when we do it together.
I pull out my phone.
Me:I’ll be late tonight. I have to go see my midwife.
Since he’s out on the course, I don’t expect to hear back from him for a while, but the little bubbles start bouncing up and down right away.
Colt:Everything okay? Do you need me to drive you?
Colt:I’ll be there in ten minutes.
Me:No. No.
Me:Just a standard checkup. Don’t come back.
Me:Finish your game
In a million years, I didn’t expect this.Read my text, Colt.I’ll feel like an idiot if he cuts his game short and then finds out it’s just a checkup.
Colt:Wow. Scared me. You’re sure?
Me:I’m fine. Finish your game
Colt:I can still drive you
Me:I’m good. Finish your game.
Colt:Okay. Drive safe.
I read through his texts a few times. My heart racing wildly. I want to be happy, but I also feel like crying. He cares for me. I’m coming to realize the chaotic nature of his life, though. At least when he’s not here. This is not his real world.
But he cares. That’ll have to be enough for me.
I force my concentration back to the tasks I need to finish before leaving. I’ve got to pack eight hours of work into six. Hard enough for me to do on a good day. Nearly impossible when I keep rereading Colt’s text.
I’m a wreck.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Colt
