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“How fun for you.”
Smiling, I listen to their low conversation. I’d rather listen to that than to the groupies talk about Joey. The Joey they are reminiscing about isn’t a person I ever met, and knowing that only makes me sadder. I don’t want to be unhappy. I want to listen to Shelley and Vicky giggling softly about the groupie hierarchy.
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Naomi sighs, slipping off her black pumps and dropping her black satin purse onto the coffee table. Locking the door, I turn to smile at her, holding out my hand. She takes it, allowing me to lead her into the bedroom. Our bedroom.
The second bedroom is a spare bedroom for my mom again. Naomi seemed happy with that. She didn’t start mentioning bassinets or shit like that.
Shucking my clothes, I lounge on the bed, watching Naomi stand in the closet, hanging her dress up. My eyes linger on her dresses hanging there. She catches me looking as she steps into her cotton pajamas, blushing.
“You don’t mind that they moved me in here?”
Grinning at her, I slowly shake my head. “No. You’re right where you belong.”
Blushing, Naomi hits the lights, dancing across the room and sliding into bed with me, my arms automatically tightening around her.
My lips find her ear, nibbling at the lobe, and I sigh.
“What’s wrong?” she whispers. I smile into the dark, nuzzling my nose behind her ear.
“Nothing’s wrong. Everything is perfect.” Shit. I freeze. That’s probably not the right thing to say right after her sister’s funeral. Naomi giggles softly, sighing and snuggling against me.
“I know what you mean.”
I’m a little surprised by that. “You don’t want a baby?”
My question is met by absolute silence. Fuck.Fuck. Where the fuck did that come from? This isn’t the time. She just buried her sister. God, I’m such a liability.
Finally, Naomi moves, blowing out a breath and squirming so we’re nose to nose.
“I, um… don’t want kids.”
My lungs fill with air. “Me either. But, are you sure you don’t want them?”
“Yeah. I like our lives.”
“You’re not only saying that because you think it’s what I want to hear.”
Another soft giggle rings out, and her fingers trace my jawline.
“I almost had an existential crisis the first time we didn’t use birth control. I bought that Plan B because all I could think was how much I didn’t want a baby… do you think that makes me a bad person?”
“No. But if it does, we can be bad people together. I don’t want kids either, remember?”
“Yeah, but you’re a guy.”
“So?”
“So, people think it’s weird if a woman says it. Especially if she’s only twenty-four.”
That sounds stupid. “If you know, you know.”
“Yeah. That’s how I feel.”
Sliding my lips over her jaw, I smile against her sweet-smelling skin.
“Just us then?”
