Trystan
“Hey, Bryn, did we get more barbecue sauce?” I ask, bent over, looking in the fridge. I thought I had enough for these kabobs that I need to get prepped for the cookout this afternoon. I reach to rub my eye and just in time remember the peppers and onions I just cut up and stop. Whew, buddy, that was close. “Bryn?” I ask one more time, a little louder.
“Yeah, um, down in the corner pantry cabinet should be some.”
Her quiet tone catches my attention, and I look up. She’s leaning against the countertop, chewing on her nail.
“What’s up, Pretty Girl? You sound stressed.”
“Um…follow me. I need you.”
Those words instantly turn me on.
“Yes, ma’am,” I answer in my sexiest tone, and she turns back with a smirk but squashes my sexy.
“Not why I need you. Save it for later.” She laughs. My puppy eyes must’ve shown it all as I follow her up the stairs to our master suite.
“It’s just a cookout. You don’t have to put on anything special, hun.”
“It’s not clothes either.”
She walks into the bathroom, and I freeze when I see a stick laying upside down on the counter.
“I peed on it.”
I huff out a nervous laugh.
“Okay, I see this. Give my brain a second to catch up.”
She chuckles back just as nervously as her fingers fidget with the hem of her shirt.
“Have you looked at it yet?” My eyes slide over to hers but gravitate back to the capped stick. Our dream. I didn’t even know she bought it.
“I’m too nervous.”
“Is this just a ‘let’s see if this month we got lucky’ kind of test or a ‘I think I could be pregnant, so I got a test’ kind of test?
“Option two.”
My breath hammers out of my lungs. Holy fuck. She didn’t say anything.
“I didn’t want to get your hopes up. Mine were already going crazy.”
Suddenly light-headed, I slide down the bathroom wall so that I’m sitting. My brain is pinging in a billion different directions.
“Brynleigh, baby, start at the beginning.”
“I was walking yesterday on the beach near the nice lighthouse, looking for a new shell to add, and I smelled perfume that wasn’t mine.”
“Okay, um, that’s not computing.”
“There was another lady about ten to fifteen feet away, but I was upwind, so I shouldn’t have been able to smell her out in the open like that.”
“How do you know it was her?”
“I piddled around the spot and waited for her to pass. The scent only got stronger as she got closer. I just thought it was odd. Then, later, I had a random nosebleed. I rarely ever get those. It’s been years.AndI don’t know, I just kind of feeloff. Different.”
“Hmmm. Could your sinuses just be on the fritz with the dryness? Are you coming down with something? It’s not unheard of.”
