“You’re the only one who’s ever climbed in. Besides, it was too stuffy in here, I needed the breeze.”
I sit on her dresser stool, keeping a healthy distance from her. Her T-shirt barely covers her thighs and the legs that I can still feel wrapped around my waist, are stretched out.
“You know you can ring the bell, right?”
“Would you answer?”
“Maybe.”
She turns the music off and stares at me.
“To what do I honor this late night visit?”
“Why were you crying after baby class today?”
There’s no point in not getting straight to the point.
“I wasn’t.”
“You were. Tell me why.”
Sighing sarcastically, she looks away from me and when she faces me, she’s obviously thought of the lie she’s about to throw at me.
“I’m just hormonal, tired, and this little one keeps kicking me during the night.”
“So what set you off?”
“Nerves about tomorrow.”
“You’re lying. Why?”
Narrowing her eyes, it’s clear she’s keeping something from me. Trying a softer approach, I say, “Maybe it’s something I can help you with?”
Rolling her eyes, she mutters, “I doubt it.”
“Try me.”
“Fine. I was upset because everything I’m experiencing is still not like those women at the class today. I struggle sometimes, but I’ll get over it.”
Swallowing hard, I should’ve expected her answer. I caught her staring at a couple of people at the class. I saw it myself and felt the distance between us and them.
“Look, I’m tired, I have to be up early. Can you leave now?”
She climbs off the bed, throws back the comforter, turns the lamp off and climbs in, settling down in the middle of the bed.
Kicking my boots off, I cross the room and climb in beside her. She tenses before shrugging me off.
“What the…”
Cutting her off, I explain, “You said she kicks at night. I want to feel it.”
“Will you leave after she does?”
“I promise.”
“Fine, but don’t talk. I need to sleep.”
She hasn’t put much weight on but the extra weight on her ass snugly fits against my groin and becomes a form of torture.
