“We are?”
“Shut up and get in the shower.” I laughed and stood up to push him towards the door.
“Leave your hair curly today.” He smiled at me as he lifted a finger to my curls.
“It’ll get too frizzy.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to look like Frankenstein.”
“But you’ll be my Frankenstein.”
“I’d rather be no one’s Frankenstein.”
“Well, I think we can fix that. I think you’d be more like Worzel Gummidge than Frankenstein.” He burst out laughing and I frowned at him.
“Who’s Worzel Gummidge?”
“I’ll let you figure it out.” He laughed and walked to the bathroom. “And think about what you want to eat for breakfast or lunch.”
I hurried to grab my phone and brought up Google so I could type in that name. I plugged in Worzel Gummidge and some hideous photos of an unkempt man popped up.
“Zane Beaumont, just wait until you get out of the shower!” I shouted, trying to stop myself from laughing. “That was not funny.” I looked once again at the photos of the dirty scarecrow and dropped my phone on the bed. “I’m definitely not staying curly now!” I shouted again and quickly put my clothes on. I was just applying some lip gloss when Zane exited the bathroom, all wet and dripping. I stared at his naked chest in awe and lust. I watched as a drop of water held on to a chest hair for dear life, and as he moved, it danced down his body and onto the floor. I looked back up at his chest and saw another drop about to make the same journey and I felt an overwhelming urge to rush up to him and lick it off. I groaned inwardly; I was starting to become as horny as Zane. I blamed it on the fact that I hadn’t had sex in ages before Zane and, of course because Zane was dy***ite in bed. I giggled at the thought and Zane raised an eyebrow at me.
“Are you laughing at my body, Lucky?” He put a hand on his hip and cocked his head. “Do I not meet your approval?”
“Well, you know… you could do a couple of pushups.” My tone was serious as I looked him over. “And maybe some bicep curls.”
“Oh really?” His voice was light with humor and his blue eyes sparkled. “Is that all?”
“Your abs look a little flabby.” I pretended to look embarrassed for him. “So maybe some sit-ups as well.”
“I promise I’ll still love you if you get fat.” He grinned at me and I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Uh huh.”
“It could happen soon if you’re pregnant.”
“Oh,” I groaned. “My body.” I clutched my stomach and twirled around. “My modeling days will be over.”
“You can model for me any day of the week, baby.”
“Don’t you mean night?”
“Day or night. I’m always ready to be wowed by your beauty.”
“Liar! Way to try and butter me up, flabby chest.” I giggled and reached over to run my hands down his chest. “Now get ready so we can go eat. I’m hungry.”
“I’m guessing that’s not for me?” He looked at me hopefully and I walked away from him, laughing.
“I’m going downstairs, Don Juan. Hurry.”
“I used to be the one who said that.” He grabbed his towel and started drying off his body, and I felt my face flush as I thought about all the things I could be doing to him right now.
“Don’t be long.” I ran out of the room and down the stairs. I walked to the kitchen slowly, stopping to look outside into the backyard. There were a lot of pretty flowers in bloom, and I stared as they swayed in the light wind. The pinks and the yellows against the deep green of the grass made me feel warm and cozy inside. I decided to make some coffee and come back and sit outside while I waited for Zane.
As I sat drinking my coffee, a sudden panic rose up in me. What if I was pregnant? Was I allowed to drink coffee? I knew I wasn’t supposed to drink alcohol, but I had no idea about coffee. I had no idea about anything that had to do with pregnancies and babies. I’d never really been around any pregnant women. A wave of sadness crashed down on my heart as I realized I couldn’t even ask my mom for help. I pictured my mother’s smiling face and I thought about what she would say if she knew the situation I was in and how irresponsible I had been. I groaned as the enormity of everything I had done came crashing down on me. I had basically quit my job and had withdrawn from school—all for a guy. A guy I barely knew. A guy who had more issues than I did. A guy I wasn’t sure would ever be able to fully give me his heart, no matter how much he wanted to. A man who may have gotten me pregnant. How was I going to go back to school with a baby? Would I now be a college dropout? I knew my mother would have admonished me. She and my father would have been upset at my choices. I should have asked Zane to let me finish college first. I should have held on to my rules a little longer.
A noise behind me distracted me from my thoughts and I looked behind me. I saw Zane walking through the living room and into the kitchen, and my heart lit up. It literally felt as if someone had lit a match and the warmth was heating up my entire body. I felt light and happy, and as I watched him, I knew that I wouldn’t have done anything differently if I had to do it all over again. This was my moment. He was my Zane and this was how it was meant to be. I just hoped that everything worked out the way that I wanted it to. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to cope if it all went wrong.
***
“Where do you want to go for breakfast?” Zane joined me outside in the garden and drank his coffee.
“I don’t know. Maybe we can grab something and go eat in the park?”
“Like a picnic?”
“I guess.”
“I suppose I should get some flowers and champagne as well?” He grinned at me.
“Well, I don’t know if I can drink.” I bit my lip and blushed as he realized what he had said.
“Shit! I didn’t even think about that.” His face turned serious. “I don’t really know much about babies.”
“Neither do I.” I put my mug down and picked some of the flowers next to me. “In fact, I know nothing.”
“What a fine pair we make.” Zane chuckled and I looked up to see his eyes were shining with mirth. “We’ll have to take some classes. And read some books. Yes, let’s go to the bookstore and get some books.”
“Before or after we shop for new sheets and groceries?”