My question seemed to catch her off guard because her brows drew together before she replied, “Um, sure, I guess.”
“Do you still want me to go to church with you tomorrow?”
“No, maybe next week. My dad’s gotta work tomorrow, so Mama doesn’t normally go if he’s not home. Plus, I’m sure she’s going to be cleaning and cooking up a storm in preparation for your parents coming to dinner. There seemed to be a little grandmother competition today.”
I pulled out the bag of potatoes from the cupboard so I could wash them.
“Uh oh. Hopefully there were no punches thrown.”
I was joking; I hoped.
“No, nothing like that. Just a rivalry on who got to change her and hold her. It was kind of weird… my mom never volunteers to change or burp her, but once your mom did and seemed to love it, my mom made sure to take the next turn.”
“Good,” I said as I scrubbed the potatoes with a silicone brush I’d found in the utensils drawer. “If a little battle of the grandmas gets you more help, then I’m all for it.”
We talked while she nursed the baby, and I finished prepping dinner by putting the potatoes in tinfoil and placing them on the grill before washing the asparagus. Then we switched, and I burped Ruthie while Jess set the dining room table.
I thought we made a pretty good team.
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Jessica
Oh dear, I’m in trouble.
Chapter Fifty
Jessica
Ruthie conked back out, and Alan took the platter of steaks out to the grill while I steamed the asparagus and finished cleaning up the kitchen.
I felt my cheeks go red as I wiped down the counter on the island and thought about the events that had taken place there not even an hour earlier.
One thing was certain—I could get on board with regular orgasms. I had no idea what I’d been missing! It made me realize what a lousy lover Jon had been. I shuddered to think if he would have acknowledged that Ruthie was his and married me, how terrible my sex life would have been.
For-ev-er.
Instead, I was with Alan.
Talk about hitting the jackpot.
I’d read somewhere that men needed release or they’d get “blue balls”. I wasn’t sure if their testicles actually turned blue or not, but I imagined the frustration was probably real.
I knew I needed to reciprocate after dinner.
He came through the sliding door with the platter of steaks and tin-foiled potatoes and moved directly to the dining room. I pulled the plate of steamed asparagus from the microwave and followed him in.
When I walked into the room, I couldn’t help but smile. He’d dimmed the lights and put lit candles on the table.
“I thought I should step up my romance game for our second date,” he quipped as he held out the chair at the head of the table for me. When I’d set the table, I’d intended that to be his spot.
I guess it didn’t matter, since it was just the two of us.
“I think I’m the one who needs to step up my game.”
He frowned as he took the seat to the right of me. “You don’t need to change a damn thing.”
“Neither do you,” I countered.
