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"Eli will be fine. I spoke to him this evening."
"Really? How did that go?"
"It went well," I respond tersely because I feel a little ashamed about how anxious I had been, how incapable I'd felt about reining Eli in. Our little fight had caused me to realize how little I knew about how to tame Eli.
"Was he more receptive?" Felicity presses.
"He wasn't. But it is a conversation I feel we were eventually going to have. I had to let him know that his mother and I were separated for good. There's nothing that could ever bring us back together."
Amelia is happy now, and I am ready to pursue my own happiness.
"Oh, that must have been hard for him,” Felicity says conversationally.
"I know. It was hard for me as well."
"Let's hope dinner with your parents goes easier for him."
"Fingers crossed," I utter, my voice pitched low.
Even though all we are doing is talking about our little faux arrangement, I cannot help but think about how intimate this is; this moment with Felicity, this gentle camaraderie between us.
I am enjoying this late-night call more than I thought I would. It feels strangely intimate, hearing Felicity's low breathing through the phone and knowing that she probably is in bed, just like I am.
I should not imagine Felicity in bed, but I do, I find myself wondering how she loves to sleep. However, knowing it would be very inappropriate to ask that, I say instead, "So, how's your family?"
"Everyone's fine."
"That's good to know."
"Yes," Felicity says, her voice slightly raspy.
There is silence between us as we both just listen to the sound of our breathing. I wish that this was a Skype call because I want to see what she looks like when she isn't wearing her pantsuit and her face isn't covered in makeup.
"Are you in bed?" The question slips out without my permission, and I blink, shocked, just as Felicity is, at the out-of-the-blue question.
Now that it's out, I cannot take it back, I refuse to because I do want to know.
"Well,” she says. “That's a very strange thing to ask, but I'd changed when I returned to my nightwear.”
Nightwear.
She has answered, but her answer is ambiguous enough to leave me with more questions.
Does her nightwear entail more than just undies? Does she favor satiny nightwear like Amelia?
I should probably not be thinking about Amelia and Felicity in that way. I should also not be eager to know what Felicity sleeps in. This arrangement is a fake one, I should learn to keep it at that.
"I guess I'd better let you sleep."
"Um, yes," Felicity answers, a smile laced in her voice.
"Good night, Felicity."
"Goodnight."
Chapter Nine
Felicity
