I wonder how serious Rhett was about the whole “call me if you need anything” offer. I could just text him and see if he is awake. If he’s not, I’ll just have to be in misery until tomorrow.
I reach over to my bedside table and grab my phone. He texts me every day to see how I am feeling and if I need anything, which is painfully sweet. I find myself craving his presence more and more every day. It doesn’t help that my hormones are ramped up to one million and that pull I feel to him is unyielding. You know what? I am just going to text him.
Me: You up?
Sending you up at this hour is feeling like a booty call.
No less than twenty seconds after I hit send, I get a response back.
Rhett: Yeah, are you okay?
Skipping the text, I immediately press call on his contact picture.
“Everything okay?” The worry in his voice makes my heart twinge.
“No, I can’t sleep.” I cringe at how whiny I sound, but I can’t help it. Baby wants a snack, and they want it right now.
I hear a soft chuckle on the other end of the phone and relish the warmth it brings me. “And why can’t you sleep?”
“Don’t laugh at me, but I really want a frosty and French fries. But I don’t want to get out of bed; I’m warm and comfy.”
“And you’re thinking I want to get out of bed.”
“No, but your baby told me to tell you that they also want a frosty, and I figured since it was for the well-being of our child you would be more willing.”
“Alright, I’ll go get you a frosty. Does baby want anything else while I’m out?”
“No, I think that should be good. I’ll unlock my door so you can just walk right in.”
“I think the fuck not.”
His sudden change in tone startles me for half a second. “Uh, why?”
“Because if I can just walk in, so can anyone else. I want you safe. I think I still have a key somewhere in my truck. ”
My body thrums at his protective nature. It has to be the hormones; if he had told me that any other time, I would have laughed at him. But something about him being so vocal about keeping me safe has me craving something else entirely. The thing that got me in this exact predicament.
“Okay, I’ll keep the door locked. Will you call me when you get close though?”
“Yes, honey, I will call you. Now try and get some sleep; I'll be out the door in five minutes.”
“Thanks, Rhett.”
“Anything for you.”
“Do you mean anything for baby?”
“Them, too. See you soon.”
He ends the call and I can’t help but feel such peace knowing this man really would do anything for me.
My body relaxes, either from hearing his voice or from knowing my frosty is on the way and I doze off.
My eyelids flutter open to the sound of the door closing and for the briefest moment I worry that I am being robbed. And then I remember I conned my baby daddy into getting me food at nine pm. Poor guy.
I sit up, stretching my arms above my head. That was a very restful power nap.
Rhett peeks his head into my room. “You doze off?”
