“Josiah?”
“He’d paint the entire fucking state.”
He would.I closed my eyes.
A single blink proved to be pivotal. Chemistry was no longer sitting across the table from me. He was up, fridge wide, as he searched for the unknown. I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that he hadn’t disappeared altogether.
I stood, following behind him like a sick puppy. At the moment, I felt like one as well.
“What are you doing?”
“Wishing you’d sit down.”
“I’m pregnant, Teddy. Not dying. So, what are you doing?”
“Feeding you. Roaman told me she went grocery shopping for you. Almost everything she bought is still here.”
Of course.
Roaman was Teddy’s news anchor. She kept him updated on things he was likely already privy to. She provided the details he sometimes didn’t care to hear, but still listened because he loved everyone involved as much as he loved the person reporting.
“I’ve been bus–”
He paused and took a look around the door of the fridge.
“If you know what’s best, Range, you’d close your mouth.”
I nodded, “Right.”
I placed my index finger and thumb on one end of my mouth and traced the line between my lips, sealing it.
“Is this your way of telling me you miss me?”
“You can’t help yourself, huh?”
I shook my head.
“I can’t.”
I didn’t miss the snigger from his lips.
“Is it?”
“It’s my way of telling you that there isn’t a battle on this earth I’ll let you fight alone.Ever.”
“You know, you’re kind of nice when you’re not being an asshole.”
Chemistry peered at me as he placed eggs, butter, turkey bacon, and orange juice on the counter.
“I still wonder how your wife puts up with you.”
His gaze didn’t falter. He kissed the skin of his teeth, but still remained quiet.
“Then I remember–”
“She doesn’t have a choice,” he finally said.
“That wasn’t what I was about to say. She has a choice. We always have a choice.”
