An execution
Sophia
I don’t know exactlywhen we fell asleep, tangled in each other’s arms.
Sometime in the early morning as the dim light filtered into the windows, I slide from the heat of his body to tiptoe into the bathroom.
How much longer before I’m peeing every twenty minutes? Lori has admitted that’s been the worst part of her pregnancies, even worse than the puking.
What is that?
Squinting from the toilet, I debate turning on the switch.
I didn’t notice last night, but the small, pale colored line of tiles on the wall are actually miniature rodeo scenes.
They alternate, roper then barrel racer.
Another detail that he added, just forme.
As I finish up, I’m tender enough to wince.
I will never in my life call him ‘old’ again. How many rounds was it? Four? Five? And he made me come so many times I lost track.
That fucking mouth of his will be the best kind of death of me.
Trying to sneak back under the blankets fails miserably when I bounce my little toe off one of the bed posts.
Oliver rouses, cracking open one eye with a crooked smile, then lifts the comforter.
“I have about twenty more minutes before I have to start getting ready for work.” He tugs me closer, nesting my back to his chest and wrapping his arm snugly around me.
“Can you call in sick so we can stay like this all day?” I fit too perfectly against him.
I feel like I’ve been looking forward to this forever.
His soft laugh tickles down through my hair. “It’s your brother’s house I’m working on. Maybe ifyou’rethe one who tells him why I’m gone?”
“He’s gonna freak when he finds out it’s you.” Crap. I let out a long sigh. “I forgot to text Lori and tell her I was fine. She’s gonna kill me.” Twisting in his arms, I look up at him. “She would have called by now.”
In the heat of all his nakedness, I totally spaced telling her I was safe.
With a groan, he rolls on his back, his palm covering his face. “There’s no cell service here. I forgot to get you on the wi-fi.” He drops his arm, threading his fingers into my hair. “They’re gonna be worried.”
“They’ll be fine.” I wave my hand before flattening my palm on his chest.
He snorts, tightening his hold on my messy locks to pull me closer. “Your dad threatened my life when he thought I wasjokingabout marrying you, much less when he finds out we’rehaving a baby from before you even knew me. Where’s your phone?”
My breath catches.
I hadn’t thought about that part. I’ve made it clear to my family for a very long time my opinion about Oliver. Unfortunately, it hasn’t been exactly favorable.
This might be an uphill battle.
But I don’t care. Everything has changed about how I feel.
They can like it, or not.
“Um, in my purse in the truck.” I squint at him guiltily. “I guess it wouldn’t have mattered if they did call?”
