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My shoulders slumped. “I don’t know how to tell him, to be honest.”
He leaned forward, letting his elbows rest on his knees. “How far along are you?”
I blinked. “Uh, twenty three weeks.”
He blinked.
Then blinked again.
“How the fuck are you hiding that from him?” He asked, flabbergasted.
I giggled. “I’ve always had a pouch. It’s just...harder now. Not quite so flabby. Then I wear loose shirts. My jeans don’t snap anymore.”
“Uh, oh. I looked at your pants to see what size you were. I didn’t realize they didn’t fit.” Loki smiled at me as he came inside with a bag.
He offered it to me, and I took it worriedly.
Did he hear what I’d said?
My worried eyes found Silas’, who shook his head, indicating that no, he didn’t hear us. Which allowed me to relax.
I’d tell him the minute we got back.
***
“Are you hot?” I asked Loki as we started our seventh hour of driving.
He looked at me oddly. “No. I can officially say you’re the first girl to tell me that she’s hot, and have the air conditioner on.”
I snorted. “I have to pee. Can we stop at the next exit?”
His head fell back onto the headrest. “We just stopped less than an hour ago.”
“Yeah, well tell that to my bladder,” I snapped.
“Maybe your pants are too tight,” he tried.
I giggled and then pulled my shirt up to show him my unbuttoned pants. “No chance of that.”
His eyes went to my unbuttoned pants.
He gave me a bemused look. “I’m sorry. I thought that they were universal sizes. I wasn’t aware skinny meant anything other than the style.”
“It’s okay. Just remember, for future reference, that I don’t shop in the teen section,” I said dryly.
“Well,” he said as his eyes followed the movement of a semi-truck in front of us. “That was all Cleo’s fault. I just told him what size to get.”
I shrugged. “I’ll get a pair when we get to...wherever we’re going. I really do need to pee, though. We’ve passed like, eight exits, and all of them have had gas stations. What’s the deal?”
“This guy in front of us...oh, fuck,” he said as he slammed on the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road.
My head whipped around and I watched in horror as the semi-truck that had been weaving in the lane suddenly whipped across all three lanes of traffic, through the light pole, across the center median, and into oncoming traffic.
The scene played out as if in slow motion.
I watched in a daze as the truck tore through the concrete median as it was tissue paper.
Then he hit a caravan and two trucks, before continuing off the shoulder and disappearing down the hill.
