Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
My eyes jerk to his. “Our bed?”
He nods. “Our bed.”
I have so many questions, but I can’t make out one of them. I open my mouth, and all that comes out is a wide, loud yawn.
He doesn’t take offense. He just laughs and stands up, pulling the covers up to my shoulders. “Rest. I’ll be around.”
I shake my head. “I know you need to work. I’m fine here. I’ll stay in bed.”
He nods and leans over to kiss me on my forehead. “Oh, I know you will. Holler or call me if you need me,” he tells me as he points at my phone that’s sitting on the nightstand.
I nod and snuggle into the warm bed. The sheets are crisp, and the cover is easy to snuggle under. Austin kisses my head again, then walks out of the room, shutting the door on his way out.
I try to clear my mind. I know I need to rest, but no matter what I do or how long I lie here, I know I’m not going to be able to go back to sleep. The egg burrito that Austin got me for breakfast this morning has filled up my tummy, so I would assume sleep would come easily, but it’s not. I sit up in the bed and grab my phone off the nightstand. I go through my schedule and look at the next two weeks of appointments. I make a generic text message and start sending it out. I feel bad with every text I send because I’m not able to give them a reschedule date. I’m not sure when I’m going to be able to get back to work, and even though I don’t want to lose my clients, I know it will be a dick move to reschedule for two weeks from now and then possibly have to cancel again.
When I’ve sent all the texts and my phone is dinging from all the answers, I try not to let it all get to me. Overall, people are understanding and wish me well. But there are some that are mad and feel like I’ve left them in a lurch.
Eventually, I turn my phone to silent and put it back on the nightstand. After sitting here for what seems like forever, I gingerly get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. The toilet seat is down, and I try to pull the lid up, but it won’t budge. There’s some kind of contraption that has it locked. I tug and pull over and over, but it’s not budging.
The fact that I can’t pee makes me have to pee even more. Over and over I try, and it’s after I’ve peed half down my leg that I’m able to break the latch and get the lid up. By this point, it doesn’t matter. Dammit.
I shed my clothes and get into the shower. I plan to take a quick one just to clean up, but when the spray of the hot water hits me in the back, it soothes muscles that I didn’t even realize were tight. Prepared to wash my hair with some kind of mens shampoo/conditioner combo, I’m surprised when I reach to the shelf in the shower and lined up is the brand of shampoo, conditioner, and body soap I use. Even more questions pop into my head. Things I want to ask him, but I don’t know if I’m going to have the guts to do it.
I finish my shower, and when I get out, I reach into the cabinet for a towel. It almost feels luxurious as I wrap one around my hair and then grab another one to wrap around my body. It’s only when the towel doesn’t fit all the way around that I look at myself in the mirror. I turn side to side, but no matter how I look at it, I look ridiculous. My belly is essentially hanging out, showing all my private parts. The tears start to roll, and no matter how I try to suck them back and wipe at them with my hand and then the towel, they keep coming.
I walk over to the door and lean my head against it. Well, I have two options. I can either get another towel and try to cover myself that way, or I can make a run for it and grab some clothes from Austin’s drawer in the bedroom. I look down at the clothes I took off, but I know I don’t want to put them back on.
I suck in a breath and know what I need to do.
I open the door and step out into the bedroom. The door is still shut, so I tiptoe across the room. I’m almost to the dresser when the bedroom door opens, and I jump with a squeal. Austin stops in his tracks as he looks from my hair that’s wrapped in the towel down my body all the way to my toes. I’m practically panting when he raises his eyes back to my exposed belly.