Appointment reminder: Obstetric ultrasound – 11:30 AM.
I get what an ultrasound is, but the fuck is Obstetric? Sounds like something a gymnast would do when they warm up?
Pregnant work out?
I huff out a breath, shaking my head slightly as I look down at Sera, taking her in where she stands, flushed from her run, hair pulled back, eyes bright.
“Guess who has an appointment with a doctor to look at all her lady bits?”
“You?” Sam snorts, patting me on the shoulder, and heading inside.
“What time?” Sera asks, saving Sam from my witty retort, at least for the time being.
“We’ve got a few hours. Appointment’s late morning.”
Something flickers across her face, and I step closer, brushing my thumb along her jaw.
“We’ll eat first. Take our time.”
Keep it normal.
Bro, normal has been shit. It’s been dying, coming back from the dead, cult leaders, sex tapes, and abductions…let’s go with better than. Let’s go with fucking boring. Boring is nice…in small doses.
Think about the color beige.
I reach out to the universe, calling for the mundane. I imagine a boring nine-to-five job. Blowjobs on birthdays. Pumpkin spice lattes.
Fuck you, I love pumpkin spice lattes, you fucking heathen.
I glance past Sera toward the house, my thoughts settling on the task of a very beige morning.
Armed guards and convoys are… not beige.
I am fucking bored of the word beige already.
I’ll drive.
No armored convoy up front. No suffocating presence. Just us in the car like it’s any other couple heading to a scan.
Security can follow at a distance. Igor will handle it.
Sera doesn’t need to feel the constant threat hanging over us. Not today.
Not for this.
I don’t say any of that out loud. No point building something she can see get stripped away if the world decides to come knocking again.
“C’mon, sweetheart.”
Before she can argue, I sweep her off her feet.
I carry her inside.
Five Points for vanilla bridal carry.
“You’d think a man might pause when he reaches the door…take his hand off his wife…but I’m cool with losing aura for this.” I say, lifting my foot and working the handle a little too roughly, my balance wobbling.
Sera’s smile tells me it was worth it.
