“I’m not going anywhere.”
Besides, it’s the best way to get her pregnant. Let my dick plug my cum deep inside her. But I’m starting to think…if she doesn’t want to get pregnant right now? Maybe there’s a way I can still keep her safe. Give her everything she wants at the best time. We could just…wait. She wants school first. That’s understandable.
Will the president accept that?
What happens if she doesn’t?
Scout falls back to sleep.
I don’t.
When I finally get up, she’s still out. Her breath tickles my arm as she dozes. I slip out of her, then edge off the bed, trying not to disturb her. Picking up my phone, I’m surprised that she slept in so late. Has she missed a class?
Maybe that’s good for her.
I clean up, brush my teeth, and get dressed. In the kitchen, I write her a quick note.
The breeze is sharp. Too chill for just my hoodie. Should have brought my coat. But it’s not a far walk to the corner market.
Along the way, I think about what just happened. About the president bringing up howparanoidScout is. That she’s not taking her vitamins, which I don’t really want to bring up again. Are those the fertility pills? How do I justify her not taking them to the president?
And the wellness band. I’m too afraid to broach the subject while Scout and I are on such good terms. I can’t shake Scout’s reluctance to wear it for fear that we’re being tracked for some unknown nefarious means.
What if my wife is right?
Worse. What do I do to protect her if she’s determined to be disobedient?
I swallow it down. Because being right won’t matter if we’re dead.
Every step toward the corner store, I feel the weight of a decision splitting me open. I need breakfast before I can think.
I pick up a few things I want, stop into another store, then hurry back home. As I approach our door, my neck tightens, hoping that Scout’s still asleep when I arrive. I don’t want her to be afraid that I’m gone.
Unfortunately, when I step in the front door, she’s just exiting the bedroom.
“Where were you? Your note just said,b.r.b.”
I stroll over and plant a kiss on her cheek, then present my gift. “I was getting these.”
The wrinkle of worry in her brow flattens, and a broad smile crosses her lips. “Tulips… You got me tulips.”
I place the flowers in her waiting arms.
“These are gorgeous!”
“Like you. I didn’t know what your favorites are, so I bought those.”
A sparkle shines in her blue eyes. “They’re my favorites now.”
That warms me up inside.Fuck yes.Nailed it.
I set the bags down in the kitchen. “Also got stuff for a quiche we didn’t have. Do you like artichokes?”
“Yeah, I do.” She squeezes around me as I wash my hands in the kitchen sink. We don’t have a vase, but she reaches for a tall jar instead. “Can you?—”
“Got it.” I stand behind her, snag the vase with one hand, and poke her ribs with the other until she laughs.
We move around each other like it’s always been this way.
