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Love does not die.
Willa
Barrett kissed me awake, his soft lips feathering over my closed eyes, my body warm and boneless against his.
“This is a nice way to wake up.” I murmured.
“I could live with it,” he answered.
It hit me then that we hadn’t even had a formal move-in together talk. I mean, he slept here with me every night, but he didn’t keep any clothes here or anything. I wondered if he would broach the subject. I wondered if I should broach it before I told him about the baby. No, that would be crazy. We talk about moving in and then, what? Surprise! No.
“You’re burning up all the oxygen in the room, curly.”
I laughed. “You know me too well.”
“I don’t know you nearly well enough. That’s going to take a lifetime.”
He sat up and slapped me on the ass.
“Up! I’ll go make you coffee.”
“Bossy!” I yelled after him as he lumbered out the door.
He stuck his head back in. “This is a surprise?”
I smiled. “Go make me coffee.”
So far, I’d had no morning sickness, and other than getting sleepy a little bit earlier at night, I’d noticed no change. Barrett made me coffee every morning before he went to work, and I dumped it down the sink and made decaf after he left. In a few more days, I’d be able to tell him I need to drink decaf and then I’d get my coffee back in the mornings.
Today was supposed to be a shelter day for me, but with Junie so far behind on her project, I’d have to go into the office first and then see if I could get away. Things were running smoothly, and Kerry was always flexible about my hours.
When I got to the office, Minty was already at her desk and Junie hovered over the project on the back table.
“Hey, Mint.”
“Good morning, beautiful,” Minty greeted me. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m good, Minty. If I could just nail this man down I could tell him my news and then I’d be really good.”
Junie yelled from the back, “You wouldn’t be in this condition if you hadn’t nailed him in the first place.”
I barked out a laugh. Minty shook her head and smiled her secret smile and I wandered over to the back table. Junie reached over to the sideboard and passed me a coffee from Tim Horton’s.
“Here, decaf.”
“Yay,” I muttered, “It doesn’t pack the punch that the caffeinated stuff does but the psychological effects are the same.”
I looked over the table in surprise.
“Junie! What did you do? How did you get all this done?”
“I stayed late last night, came in early this morning. We’re going to be done today,” she muttered. “I’ve never missed a deadline and I’m not going to start now.”
“It’s amazing! You’ve done a stellar job!”
“Thank you. I’m pretty proud of this one.”
As we were admiring her handiwork, the front door burst open. Three pairs of startled female eyes skewered the newcomer.
