Where the Heart is (Interracial with Baby) (BWWM) by Cristina Grenier Page B
Authors: Cristina Grenier
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but she didn't want to ruin the moment by making things awkward. So she swallowed her words and kept kissing him, not thinking about the fact that he would be leaving in a few hours or that she had to work the next day or anything like that.
For the moment, she just wanted the illusion.
Of course that illusion was shattered completely when Simon's phone alarm went off hours later, and he had to drag himself out of her bed and into his car to start the drive back to the city.
They kissed for long minutes before Simon finally had to go, and when he did, her apartment seemed emptier, quieter than usual, and she had to sigh.
Two weeks of having someone to share her bed and her space with had apparently already ruined her. Before Simon had come back, she'd actually enjoyed having her space to herself, and now she was gazing forlornly around her bedroom, wishing he would come back.
Sleep did not come again, so she got up and started cleaning, vigorously scrubbing and washing and folding until it was time for her to go to her mother's.
Jamie waited with baited breath for the first message from Simon, and when he texted her that he'd gotten back to his apartment safely and that he missed her, she held onto the hope that things might just work out alright for them.
January picked up speed, and soon enough they were in the middle of the month. It was cold and wet, rain turning into snow and then melting into slush in the afternoon before refreezing at night, and people hurried from their cars to The Pit, eager for a big bowl of Sal's famous chili before they went about their days.
Jamie was serving bowl after bowl and seemingly endless cups of coffee when he phone buzzed in her pocket.
Assuming it was a text from Simon, who had been messaging her at least once a day since he'd left, she took her ten minutes and stepped into the back to check it.
It wasn't a text, though. Instead it was a notification from the app she'd downloaded to keep track of her period.
The notification was saying that unless she'd forgotten to log the start of her cycle, she was a week late. That wasn't anything out of the ordinary, really. She started late or early all the time, and so she didn't think anything of it. Stress usually threw her hormones out of whack, and while she'd had a good Christmas and New Years all things considered, they hadn't been what anyone would consider stress free.
Putting it out of her mind, she went back to work.
In late January, Adelaide got sick, and Jamie didn't have time to think about herself or her body. She was busy caring for her mother, staying later and helping the nurses, and when it turned out to be just a bad bought of the flu and not a turn for the worse, Jamie's relief was palpable.
By mid February, she was getting another notification from her phone, and it hit her that she still hadn't had her period.
It was easy enough to continue to blame it on stress, but something told her that it was better to be safe than sorry about stuff like this. Especially given the number of times she and Simon had slept together while he'd been in town. It only made sense to check.
Her heart was pounding and she felt a little sick as she went to the drugstore after work one night. She'd been distracted all day over this, and she just wanted to know one way or the other, although it would have been obvious which way she was hoping this would turn out.
Never before had she been hoping that she had just been really stressed out for the past two months.
Luckily, no one she knew was working the register, and she didn't care if the pimple faced teenage boy who rang up her soda and three pregnancy tests looked at her strange. She didn't have to prove anything to him, and hopefully he didn't know who she was so she wouldn't have to deal with the rumor the next day.
She chugged the soda on the way home, and when she got in, she headed straight for the bathroom. No use delaying the process, right?
Those were
For the moment, she just wanted the illusion.
Of course that illusion was shattered completely when Simon's phone alarm went off hours later, and he had to drag himself out of her bed and into his car to start the drive back to the city.
They kissed for long minutes before Simon finally had to go, and when he did, her apartment seemed emptier, quieter than usual, and she had to sigh.
Two weeks of having someone to share her bed and her space with had apparently already ruined her. Before Simon had come back, she'd actually enjoyed having her space to herself, and now she was gazing forlornly around her bedroom, wishing he would come back.
Sleep did not come again, so she got up and started cleaning, vigorously scrubbing and washing and folding until it was time for her to go to her mother's.
Jamie waited with baited breath for the first message from Simon, and when he texted her that he'd gotten back to his apartment safely and that he missed her, she held onto the hope that things might just work out alright for them.
January picked up speed, and soon enough they were in the middle of the month. It was cold and wet, rain turning into snow and then melting into slush in the afternoon before refreezing at night, and people hurried from their cars to The Pit, eager for a big bowl of Sal's famous chili before they went about their days.
Jamie was serving bowl after bowl and seemingly endless cups of coffee when he phone buzzed in her pocket.
Assuming it was a text from Simon, who had been messaging her at least once a day since he'd left, she took her ten minutes and stepped into the back to check it.
It wasn't a text, though. Instead it was a notification from the app she'd downloaded to keep track of her period.
The notification was saying that unless she'd forgotten to log the start of her cycle, she was a week late. That wasn't anything out of the ordinary, really. She started late or early all the time, and so she didn't think anything of it. Stress usually threw her hormones out of whack, and while she'd had a good Christmas and New Years all things considered, they hadn't been what anyone would consider stress free.
Putting it out of her mind, she went back to work.
In late January, Adelaide got sick, and Jamie didn't have time to think about herself or her body. She was busy caring for her mother, staying later and helping the nurses, and when it turned out to be just a bad bought of the flu and not a turn for the worse, Jamie's relief was palpable.
By mid February, she was getting another notification from her phone, and it hit her that she still hadn't had her period.
It was easy enough to continue to blame it on stress, but something told her that it was better to be safe than sorry about stuff like this. Especially given the number of times she and Simon had slept together while he'd been in town. It only made sense to check.
Her heart was pounding and she felt a little sick as she went to the drugstore after work one night. She'd been distracted all day over this, and she just wanted to know one way or the other, although it would have been obvious which way she was hoping this would turn out.
Never before had she been hoping that she had just been really stressed out for the past two months.
Luckily, no one she knew was working the register, and she didn't care if the pimple faced teenage boy who rang up her soda and three pregnancy tests looked at her strange. She didn't have to prove anything to him, and hopefully he didn't know who she was so she wouldn't have to deal with the rumor the next day.
She chugged the soda on the way home, and when she got in, she headed straight for the bathroom. No use delaying the process, right?
Those were
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