I’m all alpha male, but I can’t help it. The love that I have for her brings out the beast that lives within me.
I undress and quietly crawl in bed with her. She is asleep, but her body knows I’m here. She moans and backs up into me. I scoot close to her until her back is flat against my chest. I inhale her unique scent of buttercream and vanilla and drift off into a dreamless sleep.
I wake up to the sound of vomiting. The bathroom door is closed and Leah isn’t in bed. I stay in bed and wait. I want to help her, but I know there isn’t anything I can do for her. I hear the toilet flush and water running in the sink before I breathe a sigh of relief. Leah comes out.
“Feel better?” I ask.
She looks at me and shakes her head while covering her mouth with her hand. Her eyes get big and she runs back into the restroom. I get up and get the newspaper from the front porch and go to the kitchen. I return to the bedroom with the paper, a bottle of cold water, a bottle of room temperature water, and a few Saltine crackers. I tap on the bathroom door and open it slowly. Leah is kneeling over the toilet and holding a washcloth to her forehead. I stay with her, and when there is nothing left for her to throw up, I lead her back into the bedroom. I also bring the trashcan with us. She crawls into bed and covers herself up. I wait before offering her some crackers and water.
Leah and I stay in bed together until her morning sickness passes. She eats a few of the crackers and chooses the room-temperature water. I remember that when she was pregnant for Jamie she craved all the wrong things. Cold chicken, warm water, melted ice cream, and ice tea without ice. It looks like this pregnancy will be like the last.
“We should get up,” she says.
“Why?”
“Because I’m feeling better and we are going to waste the day away if we don’t.”
“Staying in bed all day with my beautiful wife is not wasting the day away.”
I open up the newspaper and see that Leah and Brooke are on the front page. The main headline reads, “Dante is the Perfect Book Boyfriend.” In smaller type appears, “Local Bookstore Owner Shows Support for Local Author.” The article has a picture of Brooke and Leah inside the bookstore. I smile and turn it over for Leah to see. “Look, you’re famous.”
“Are you kidding?” she squeals as she takes the paper from my hands. I lean over her and we read the extensive article in silence.
I lean back and prop a pillow behind my head. “I’m going to need your and Brooke’s autographs sometime today.”
“Stop it!” She giggles.
Leah’s phone rings and she answers it with a squeal. I already know it’s Brooke. I get up and start breakfast while Leah’s on the phone. When breakfast is nearly done, Leah comes downstairs smiling and carrying the newspaper.
“I hope you told her to get more books into the shop.”
“I didn’t. Do you think this will increase her book sales?”
“Yes, I’m certain it will. I bet her sales are already showing an increase.”
“Good for her. I brought her first book home last night and started reading it. It’s actually very good.”
“Are you hungry?”
“I am. It smells delicious.”
Brooke
“Brice, come here. You’re not going to believe this.” My husband, Brice, and my two older sons come running into the dining room where I am. Brice sometimes acts like my son, instead of my husband.
“What happened?” he asks, winded from running.
“Look.” I turn my computer towards him so he can see the screen.
He looks at it with furrowed brows. “Is it broken?”
I take a deep breath, “No, it’s not broken.”
“Good, I thought it was broken,” he says, walking away from the table.
“Brice?”
“What?”
“Do you see this line right here?” I ask, pointing at the very tall line on the grid.
He walks back over to me and sits down at the table. “I see it, Mommy,” Braden says excitedly.
I smile at Braden and then I look
I undress and quietly crawl in bed with her. She is asleep, but her body knows I’m here. She moans and backs up into me. I scoot close to her until her back is flat against my chest. I inhale her unique scent of buttercream and vanilla and drift off into a dreamless sleep.
I wake up to the sound of vomiting. The bathroom door is closed and Leah isn’t in bed. I stay in bed and wait. I want to help her, but I know there isn’t anything I can do for her. I hear the toilet flush and water running in the sink before I breathe a sigh of relief. Leah comes out.
“Feel better?” I ask.
She looks at me and shakes her head while covering her mouth with her hand. Her eyes get big and she runs back into the restroom. I get up and get the newspaper from the front porch and go to the kitchen. I return to the bedroom with the paper, a bottle of cold water, a bottle of room temperature water, and a few Saltine crackers. I tap on the bathroom door and open it slowly. Leah is kneeling over the toilet and holding a washcloth to her forehead. I stay with her, and when there is nothing left for her to throw up, I lead her back into the bedroom. I also bring the trashcan with us. She crawls into bed and covers herself up. I wait before offering her some crackers and water.
Leah and I stay in bed together until her morning sickness passes. She eats a few of the crackers and chooses the room-temperature water. I remember that when she was pregnant for Jamie she craved all the wrong things. Cold chicken, warm water, melted ice cream, and ice tea without ice. It looks like this pregnancy will be like the last.
“We should get up,” she says.
“Why?”
“Because I’m feeling better and we are going to waste the day away if we don’t.”
“Staying in bed all day with my beautiful wife is not wasting the day away.”
I open up the newspaper and see that Leah and Brooke are on the front page. The main headline reads, “Dante is the Perfect Book Boyfriend.” In smaller type appears, “Local Bookstore Owner Shows Support for Local Author.” The article has a picture of Brooke and Leah inside the bookstore. I smile and turn it over for Leah to see. “Look, you’re famous.”
“Are you kidding?” she squeals as she takes the paper from my hands. I lean over her and we read the extensive article in silence.
I lean back and prop a pillow behind my head. “I’m going to need your and Brooke’s autographs sometime today.”
“Stop it!” She giggles.
Leah’s phone rings and she answers it with a squeal. I already know it’s Brooke. I get up and start breakfast while Leah’s on the phone. When breakfast is nearly done, Leah comes downstairs smiling and carrying the newspaper.
“I hope you told her to get more books into the shop.”
“I didn’t. Do you think this will increase her book sales?”
“Yes, I’m certain it will. I bet her sales are already showing an increase.”
“Good for her. I brought her first book home last night and started reading it. It’s actually very good.”
“Are you hungry?”
“I am. It smells delicious.”
Brooke
“Brice, come here. You’re not going to believe this.” My husband, Brice, and my two older sons come running into the dining room where I am. Brice sometimes acts like my son, instead of my husband.
“What happened?” he asks, winded from running.
“Look.” I turn my computer towards him so he can see the screen.
He looks at it with furrowed brows. “Is it broken?”
I take a deep breath, “No, it’s not broken.”
“Good, I thought it was broken,” he says, walking away from the table.
“Brice?”
“What?”
“Do you see this line right here?” I ask, pointing at the very tall line on the grid.
He walks back over to me and sits down at the table. “I see it, Mommy,” Braden says excitedly.
I smile at Braden and then I look
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