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“Pizza’s here,” he says walking to the front door.
We settle in with our pizza and after I ate a little more ice cream and pineapple chunks, Max turns to me.
“Are we in a bubble?” He looks hesitant.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, we don’t hang out with people other than each other, we work and then we’re here. Should we adventure out?”
“Well, we’re going bowling tomorrow. And not to mention, we’ve had people over a few times. But we’re busy, both of us. You have craziness at work, I’m busy with school and then you’ve got your meetings. I don’t think we’re any different than any new couple. Except for the fact, I’m growing your spawn.” I smile, rubbing his arm.
He immediately relaxes. “My friend Nikki, you met her a few months ago. She called me out on not wanting to hang out. I guess maybe that got into my head.”
“Did you and Nikki…?” I just left the end of that question hang, I wanted to know, but I don’t at the same time. Then again, I’m coming out of left field with this question, when he didn’t even imply anything other than they were friends, what the hell is wrong with me?
He doesn’t seem startled by the random question, when he looks me dead in the eye and nods. I nod as well, I’m unsure why.
“She is a friend now, only a friend. And she knows that. You met her, she’s well aware of you.” He pleads as he notices how my posture has stiffened.
“That day that I came over?” I didn’t want to know the answer to this question either, it’s almost like my brain and my mouth are not working together. Ugh, Verbal vomit!
Max hasn’t broken eye contact with me, which I should definitely commend him for. Other guys would look away or get nervous and fidget. Max is still and staring directly in my eyes, it’s almost making me uncomfortable.
“Nothing happened. Well, not what you’re thinking.” He says.
“That doesn’t make sense.” I’m on the verge of crying. Damn Hormones, damn feelings!
“She came over, wanting something to happen. We kissed, but that’s as far as it went. That’s as far as I could take it and that’s as far as I allowed, even subconsciously, I was thinking about you and the baby, and I just couldn’t.” He looks like I just kicked his puppy.
“You were thinking of me and the baby as you made out with someone else?” The tears have now broken the surface and are streaming down my cheeks. We weren’t together then, and I know that I’m being ridiculous, but he knew about becoming a father. Did he continue to mess around with chicks until I moved in, until we became a thing?
“In a way, yes. But I stopped it, I stopped everything and then I told her we couldn’t continue that way.” He explains.
“Then I came over, did I… did I interrupt?” I don’t want to know this answer. Damnit, I can’t control my mouth. I need to become a monk and not talk!
“Not at all. I stopped it before you showed up. I had told her about you and the baby, and told her we can only be friends. We were friends, we are just friends. Nothing more, she is more than clear on that and I wouldn’t let anything happen, ever.
They both were fully dressed, and they didn’t have the just fucked look to them, but Max did look nervous that day.
“I think I need some time to myself.” I say quietly looking down at my hands in my lap.
Two fingers reach under my chin and lift so I look Max in the eye. I know the determination look in his eyes, I know that he’s being truthful, but I just need to regulate my own feelings right now.
“I’m not that kind of person. When I care about someone, they get me, all of me. From the start, you’ve had me. You have me completely.”
I don’t say anything as he wipes a tear from my eye. He leans in and kisses me and then again, his determined eyes are looking into mine.
“I’ll give you your space, I don’t want to – but I will.” He stands and leaves the living room. A moment later, he’s come out of the bedroom wearing more relaxed clothes.
“I’m going to take the bike and head to a meeting.” He says putting on a hoodie. He comes and stands next to me, and kneels down. He wipes another tear from my face.
“If you want, I will stay home. I don’t honestly know what to do here.”
I shake my head. “No, it’s okay. I’m sorry, I just want to be alone.” I sniff.
“I understand.” He starts to stand, but stops and kisses the top of my head.
He shuts the door silently and more tears fall.
I’m just being hormonal. Everything is okay with us.
