His mother and I stand up, and he puts his hand on my shoulders.“Mom, it’s been fun, but me and this lovely lady need some alone time.”
I lean my head back to glare at him.“No we don’t, Nick.”
“Like she doesn’t know what we do,” he whispers to me.“If you would let me make love to you upstairs, I wouldn’t have to drag you out of here.I can’t wait to get up inside you.I’m hard thinking about it.”
My face is on fire.He’s doing this to me on purpose to see my reaction.I spin around so his mother can’t see my face and mouth to him, “I’m going to kill you.”He silently laughs at me, his eyes sparkling from my embarrassment.He better enjoy himself now.Wait till we get in the car.I turn back around and give his mother a hug.“It was a lovely dinner, Ms.Alexander.It was nice seeing you, thank you for having me and I’m sorry, again.”
“Nonsense, you don’t need to apologize.I’m sure my son led you astray.Call me Allison, or better yet—call me Mom.”She waves a hand toward us.“I have a strong feeling where this relationship is headed.Go be young and in love.”
I watch Nick kiss and hug his mother and say something in her ear that makes her laugh.“Bye, Mom.”
“You are so much like your father.”
“God, I hope not.But I know I am.”
Imagine my shock the dayof his trip when I see him waiting for me in front of the school, looking all kinds of good, casually leaning against the passenger side door of his car.I pull my bag on my shoulder, walking over to him and standing in front of him with a giddy smile.It’s reminiscent of the cheerleader in high school getting picked up by the star quarterback while the school watches.And they are watching.“What are you doing here?”
Putting his arms around me, he pulls me in for a kiss.“I wanted to pick my girl up before I leave.”
“Ah, how sweet.”I tug on his tie, pulling him down for another quick kiss that lasts a little longer than I expect.He rubs his tongue between my lips, and I open my mouth for him, slipping my tongue in his mouth.“Hmm.”This feels good, but I’m in front of the school.I don’t want one of my students or their parents looking at the steamy scene unfolding in front of their children’s innocent eyes with their unmarried pregnant teacher.I put my hands on his face and pull back, licking my lips.
Watching my mouth with smoldering eyes he says, “Mmm, that was nice, let’s do it again.”
I smile, and he goes for my lips again with his hand at the small of my back.I place a finger on his lips.“No, look around.”
I watch his eyes scan around us at all the kids and people and listening to the loud sounds of kids screaming and yelling when he asks, “Why do I feel like I’m being watched?”
“We probably are.One of my kids outed me today.”
“What do you mean?”
“One of my kids gave me a hug in the middle of the lunch room, and she felt my stomach.As loud as can be she said, ‘Ms.Reed, my mommy’s stomach is like yours, and she has a baby in hers.Do you?’The one day the principal is there in front of all the kindergarten and pre-k teachers, I’m outed.”
“So they’re wondering if I’m the daddy.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s make sure they know.”He leans down and I pull my head back.
“No, I have to come to work tomorrow, I don’t—” As usual, he does what he wants.He lifts my chin up with his hand and gives me a kiss that turns into a full open-mouth make-out on the living-room floor kiss.I sink against him, his hand on the back of my neck and the other on the middle of my back.It’s so unprofessional making out in front of the school where I work.He looks at me when he parts our lips and my eyes flutter open.
“You can’t be mad at me; I’m leaving in a few hours.What if I get into a terrible accident and you never see me again?”
“Nick, don’t say that!”The warm feelings from his kiss disappear, and I feel an ache in my chest at the thought of not seeing him again.
“I’m only playing, babe.”
“Well, don’t play like that.I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”I suddenly feel like crying.How stupid is that?These hormones are really messing with me.
He leans his head to the side to take a good look at me.“Are you tearing up?”
“No!Pregnancy hormones,” I whine.
He kisses me on the head.“I’m sorry, babe.”
I try to smile at him because I feel like an idiot for being overly sensitive.I’m about to tell him it’s okay when I hear someone calling me in a voice sounding like a high-pitched cry.
“Hello, Catherine!Yoo-hoo!”
