I decided that it was her in-shape body that kept her from showing.
She still had abs, for Christ’s sake.
She lived in leggings and big t-shirts these days and still worked out like it was her job. Though, she didn’t play soccer, she worked out like she still had to.
We’d started going on hikes, and she even had one planned for this weekend that…
“Boone?”
I stuffed the trash in my hand into the box for the highchair and headed out into the living room to find Joe there with red eyes.
“What’s up?” I asked in concern.
“Do you, uh, mind leaving to grab us some dinner?”
I paused.
That hadn’t been our plan today, but it was clear that Joe wanted to talk to Nettie without me being around.
“Sure,” I said. “What does everyone want?”
“Arby’s.”
I looked at my wife.
“We’ve had Arby’s literally four times this week alone. Are you sure?”
Joe hiccupped.
“Joe, do you want Arby’s?” I asked, hoping that she’d say no and save me.
“I could eat Arby’s.”
Gag. I just couldn’t win.
By the time this pregnancy was over, I just knew that Arby’s would never, ever be an option for me again. When I die would be too soon.
“That’s thirty minutes…”
Seeing the look on Nettie’s face had me stilling my lips. “Text me what you want.”
I left, thankful that it was finally warm enough that I could ride my bike.
I was going to need the fresh air so I didn’t choke on the smell of subpar roast beef.
Twenty-One
When two people kiss, they create a long tube, butthole to butthole.
—Nettie to Eddy
Nettie
I had no clue why Joe was here, but I’d seen the desperation in her eyes, and I’d had no choice but to ask my heart and soul to leave.
I had a feeling Joe wouldn’t talk with her pseudo-uncle here.
I waited until the sound of Boone’s motorcycle could no longer be heard before I asked, “What’s wrong?”
