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Tatum
“Suck it brother,”Davis yells into Max’s direction as he rolls his third strike in a row.
“You do realize that we’re here too, right?” Sammie questions peeking her head over the scoring station in our lane.
“Davis gets a little competitive with me. He used to walk around the house when he was a kid asking me to whip out my penis so we could compare.” Max jokes.
“But aren’t you like five years older than him?” Nic asks, completely serious.
“Yup, and so I always won.” Max smiles, putting his arm around my shoulders.
“Maybe we should check that out now, now that we’re adults and shit.” Davis slurs.
“I’d still win.” Max boasts.
* * *
Time is running awayfrom me. Within the past month, I’ve grown exponentially to where my favorite pair of jeans no longer fit me. Max had moved all my stuff into his room, and we’re now completely cohabiting. His office, which he never uses has been emptied out and my bed along with other furniture that was previously in the room I originally was living in is now is the old office. The 2nd bedroom, which is across the hall from the master bedroom, our bedroom is currently empty, or at least it was this morning when I left to the grocery store.
December is generally chilly, surprisingly for San Diego. I‘m sweating like a horse as I carry one of my re-usable bags full of fruits and setting it on the table when I hear power tools from the hallway. I never know what kind of crazy thing that Max would be doing lately. On the weekends, when he’s not just lounging around the house with my pregnant ass, he’s being functional. Last weekend, he was working but this weekend its power tools.
I peek into the hallway from the kitchen to determine if it’s even safe for me to enter. It’s quiet right now, so I don’t know what to expect. I tiptoe to our room and it’s dark, I look across the hall to the 2nd bedroom and the door is closed. I lightly push open the door and Max is sitting on the floor, reading instructions. He has wood around him and immediately my thoughts drift to that Saturday morning when we implemented rule number one.
“Hey babe.” He says noticing me standing in the doorway.
I look closer as I walk in and my heart stills. He’s building a crib. I look up and I see that there is a changing table in the corner and the closet has two dressers inside as well that weren’t there before.
“What… what’s all this?” I say choking back a happy tear.
“I know that we find out on Monday what we’re having, but I couldn’t stop myself when I was at the store.” He smiles, setting down the instructions and standing.
“I wasn’t gone for that long, when were you at the store?”
“Well, I had shopped online and had stuff saved at the store, then while I was there, I picked up a few other things. You have been gone for a few hours.” He pulls me to him, my belly is bigger now, so I no longer go flush against him.
“Max, you shouldn’t have.” So much emotion is flooding within me right now.
“I figure we can paint the room and you can decorate it and then we can get some baby clothes to put in the closet, do you know how tiny baby clothes are, and that’s a huge closet, so we’d need a lot, like a lot. Apparently, babies throw up so much, that we will need at least two of each.” He’s talking so fast, I don’t know if I can keep up.
“I don’t know what to say, this is incredible. Thank you.” Tears are welling up in my eyes.
“No, thank you. You gave me something to live for. You are something to live for.” He kisses me, his tongue spreading my lips as he dives in. My fingers tangle with the hair at his nape. I return his kiss like I’m starving for him. As if I didn’t get a taste of him this morning. He makes me so insatiable, it’s ridiculous. I had never been as overtly sexual as I am with him, granted I have some intense hormones right now, but even that night we first met, I was thinking dirty thoughts every time his leg touched mine, or even as he would smile at me.
I break for air and as I open my eyes, something on a box on the floor catches my eye. I pull away from Max and move to the bag.
Max starts laughing. Then runs in front of me and reaches for the bag before I can bend down for it.
“What is that?” I ask.
“I got the baby her first present.”
“Um, Okay.” I look at him with a raised eyebrow.
He reaches into the back and pulls out a little, pillow. Then he turns it around and shows me.
“A pineapple!” I squeal.
