Did he make the sheet situation seem minor when she thought it was major?
He’d have an easier time figuring out how to handle a herd of rotters.
He runs a hand through his hair and cautiously approaches the door as if it might fly off the hinges and smack him upside the head. “Can I come in?”
A strained hiccup precedes her reply. “No.”
“What’s happening? I don’t know why you’re crying.”
“I’m not crying.” She blows her nose so loudly that he’s sure the dead can hear it in the next county over.
“Sounds like you are.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m fine. Everything is fine. I need a minute.”
“Okay. I’ll be out here when you’re ready.”
“Don’t leave.”
He pauses. “You wanna talk through the door, or can I come in there? Please?”
She makes a non-committal sound that he takes as permission.
He finds her on the bathroom floor with her back up against the tub with a fist full of those M&M’s he found on a run.
“I didn’t see you take those in here,” he says softly, grateful the bathroom is big enough that he can sit comfortably beside her.
“I hid some in the medicine cabinet from Emma. I know it’s terrible, but she had some already, and if I run out, I’ll combust.”
“Hey, no judgment.”
“You’re so good to me,” she cries, popping two more candies into her mouth as her shoulders shake with barely contained sobs.
“What’s got you so upset? I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”
“You can’t help. It’s a me problem. It won’t go away until the baby is out, so I have to accept it. You can’t do anything.”
“Is this about the sheets?”
She shakes her head. “Fuck those sheets. Fuck them.”
“Right. Fuck ‘em. Low thread count. Scratchy.”
“You think I’m being silly, and you’re right.”
He reaches for her free hand that’s not gripping a fistful of candy, lacing their fingers together. “I want to know what’s got my girl crying this hard. That’s all.”
Her next words come on hitching breaths that trigger a river of sorrow down her cheeks. “We haven’t had sex in eight days, and it’s because I’m the size of a beluga whale.”
“Oh.”
Now this is something he can fix.
Chapter 22
Addison’s never felt more confused.
She’s been caught in a state of arousal all week, waiting for him to make a move and growing more despondent by the day.
