JENNIE
It felt good to be away from home for the week and a half I was, but as I walked into my apartment, a sudden feeling of relief roamed throughout me. It felt good to be home. Even if it was to this small apartment of mine, I could tell someone was in here as I walked further inside. I noticed the chair to my dining room table was pulled out, the pillows on my couch were down, and then I saw the card Lisa gave me with the bouquet of roses wasn't against the vase where I had it. It was facing down on the table.
I turned around when I heard the door open and watched Lisa walk in with my things. She must have noticed the confusion on my face as she set my things down and walked straight over to me. "Is there something wrong?"
"Someone was here. Inside my apartment while I was gone."
Her hands rested on my hips, then pulled me to her. "I was here."
"You were?"
"Yes. A few times, actually. I also stayed the night here a couple of times."
"Why?"
"Because. I was trying to figure out where you went, and I also wanted to be here for when you came home."
I took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled as I rested the side of my face against her chest and squeezed her tighter.
It felt good to know she was worried about me. The thing is, I wanted her to worry. I wanted her to think about what she did to me and how I wasn't going to put up with what she did and all the lies she told me. Even though she claimed she isn't a liar like, I think she is or was. But to me, I consider it is lying when you're hiding the truth from someone.
She's right, though. I never did ask if she was married. I assumed she wasn't. I never saw a ring on her finger, she asked for my phone number like she was a single woman, we hung out like we were dating, and we had sex all those times like we were a couple, that there was no chance any one of us had anybody else in our lives. The roommate part still gets me. But the more I think about it, the more I remember how much she dreaded having to go home to 'her roommate' and help with whatever they needed help with at the time. And the way she said the term roommate, I now realize there was a strain in her voice every time she said, roommate.
"I'm glad it was you inside my apartment. I thought maybe Kendal figured out a way to break in here or something since you said you think she figured out we know each other."
She kissed the top of my head. "I told you I was worried about you. About us... Every day I was being haunted by your expression that night when Kendal introduced me to you, and I was so desperate to make things right with you. I was so fucking afraid I lost you. Which was something I didn't want happening. Actually. I wanted to make sure it wouldn't happen."
I leaned back and raised an eyebrow. "You do know that if you hurt me one more time. It won't be Kendal making your life a living hell. It will be me."
She smirked. "Noted..." Her hand moved up my back, cupped the back of my head, then lowered her lips to mine, pressing firmly. "For the record. It's not happening. Now that everything is out. You're my number one priority. Not only will you be my top priority, but that little one growing inside your belly will also be."
Shit. That's right. I almost forgot I'm pregnant.
"I know we just got back. But my stomach is feeling a little queasy, and I think I should lay down for a little while."
"Sure."
We walked over to the couch, and as she sat, I laid down and rested my head on her lap. The sensations of Lisa running her fingers through my hair, the caressing of my arm and body, had me feeling so relaxed, I fell asleep.
Hours later, I awoke to Lisa's phone ringing. I looked up at her, saw she was sleeping, then looked over and noticed her phone sitting beside her on the arm of the couch and reached for it. Seeing it was Kendal, I silenced the call and set it back down next to her.
I laid on Lisa's lap a little while longer. But when I started feeling hungry, I looked at the time, saw it was almost five at night, and carefully removed myself from Lisa. I wasn't sure what I had to make, and as I entered the kitchen, I searched my cupboards and fridge trying to come up with a meal.
Having everything to make spaghetti, I started browning the meat, and as the meat cooked, I poured spaghetti sauce into a pot, turned on the burner, and started heating the sauce. A couple of hours later, the aroma of garlic and tomato sauce cooking filled the air in my apartment.
I didn't know it, but the smell awoke Lisa, and as I was stirring the meat sauce, Lisa walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, kissing my neck.
"Smells fucking good. Are you making spaghetti?"
"I am," I hummed with a smile. "I hope you like it."
She leaned her head further around mine and kissed my lips. "It's one of my favorite meals."
"So, you'll be staying for dinner?" I curiously asked.
"Of course, I am. Where else would I go to?"
"Home. Back to Kendal".
She took the spoon from my hand, set it on the ladle, then walked me over to the dining room, and pulled me onto her lap as she sat on the chair. "I told you," she said, pushing my hair to the other side of my shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Kendal tried calling you. She's what awoke me," I said, trying to push myself off Lisa's lap, only for her to grip hold of me tighter, refusing to let me go.
"She can call all she wants. I'm still not going anywhere," Lisa assured.
I looked into her amazingly beautiful bluencolored eyes and could see right through them. With her eyes telling me, she wasn't going anywhere. They also were begging me to give her the benefit of the doubt, in which if I want our relationship to continue. I have to give her that. I have to trust her. And I have to believe her when she says she is not in love with Kendal, that she's in love with me.
"Can I ask you something?"
"You can ask me anything," she smiled.
"That day in your office when I expressed my feelings for you. Why didn't you tell me you loved me then? Why did you wait until I found out you were married to tell me that you loved me?"
She exhaled, shook her head, and looked down. "I don't know," she said, sounding disappointed. Not at me. But with myself. "To be honest. I wasn't expecting to hear you say it right then and there. And it caught me off guard... only because I had been planning on telling you I loved you for quite some time. I just didn't want to say it there in my office, after we had sex the way we did. And I planned to show and tell you I loved you somewhere else. But after what happened, my plans for telling you I loved you changed."
"And when or where, did you plan on telling me? Because if you think about it, you made yourself look desperate to get me to run back to you by telling me you loved me after you got caught in your lie."
"I was desperate," she admitted. "I was very desperate since I didn't want to lose you. But that's not why I told you then. I told you before, I've been in love with you for a long time, and I didn't want to say it, just to say it."
"Fair enough, I guess. People do say that they love someone when they actually don't," I said, looking over to the sauce that was boiling. "I better go stir the sauce and put the noodles in the boiling water."
I maneuvered off her lap, and then she grabbed hold of my hand when I began to walk away. "It's true. People do say they love someone when they don't. That was me when I married Kendal. I didn't love her, and I still don't love her. You're the one I care about, who means everything to me, and the only one I love. Besides that little peanut there," she pointed, then leaned forward, kissing my stomach. "My heart knows what it wants and who owns it. And that's you and our unborn child."
Damn her. She just made my heart melt again. Not only did she make my heart go pitter-patter, but she also made my pussy swell and the butterflies in my stomach to awaken.
Now I'm not hungry for food. I'm hungry for Lisa.
I pointed to the sauce and whispered, "The sauce. I need to stir the sauce." I slowly walked to the stove, tightening my legs together as I walked. With as mushy as Lisa just got talking and how wet it made me, I thought my insides were going to explode.
I picked up a spoon and stirred the sauce, then I wanted to see how it tasted and brought a spoon full of spaghetti sauce up to my lips, blew the steam away, and then tasted it-moaning when the flavors of the spices in the sauce hit my palate. I wasn't sure if I was that hungry, or if the sauce was that damn good, and looked to Lisa, waving her to me.
"Missed me already?" She grinned.
I giggled.
"Try this," I said, lifting the spoon to her lips.
"It's perfect," she said in awe while licking her lips, then pulled me in for a kiss. "I love you. More than you think I do."
I smiled. Then, the smell of the garlic bread cooking hit my senses, causing my stomach to either turn for the worse or it was trying to tell me it needed food and pointed to the table. "Sit. The food is ready."
While Lisa and I were eating, it hit me that I was eating for two, and looked at Lisa. "I guess tomorrow I'll have to start looking for a doctor."
She took a bite of her garlic bread, smiling while she chewed. "How far along do you think you are?"
I shrugged. I had been trying to figure out when the last time I had my period, and I couldn't remember. "I don't know. For the life of me, I cannot remember when my last monthly cycle was. Which isn't like me."
"If it helps. I remember you turning me down for sex that night we went to Max's birthday bash. You mentioned we couldn't do anything because Aunt Flo showed," she chuckled.
My mouth dropped. "Shit. That's right! That was like three months or so ago!"
"I don't want to say the wrong thing, but couldn't you tell a change in your body? I mean. I thought most women knew when something wasn't right."
"Sometimes, yes. But I've been so busy, between work and us, I never gave it much thought. But if anyone should know when your body senses a change, it should be me. I teach women to listen to their bodies and that your body will send messages to you when it senses something is off," I sighed, shaking my head. "I should have fucking known. And here I've been feeding my body alcohol like it was water. I was feeding our baby alcohol," I said, tearing up.
Lisa reached for my hand and lowered her brows when she spoke. "Hey. You didn't know."
"I know. But I should have."
She squeezed my hand and smiled, hoping to comfort me.
"I'm sure everything is okay with the baby. It's not like you've been drinking all day and night for the past few months. You just went a little overboard this past week. I'm sure there was no harm done to the baby. Think positive."
She's right.
I nodded and squeezed her hand. "You're right... I think it's just the pregnancy hormones kicking in."
She released her hand from mine and smiled. "I'll tell you what. I'd rather deal with your pregnancy hormones every day than be at my house and deal with Kendal's bitchiness. And another thing. I'm not missing any of your doctor's appointments. I want to be included in everything."
"Okay," I smiled.
Lisa helped me clear the table, put the food away, and clean the kitchen after dinner. While I was handwashing the dishes, I saw Lisa walk over to her phone. I stopped washing, and as her face was staring at the screen of her phone, I watched her. The corners of my lips then turned into a frown when I thought she was talking to Kendal.
Then I heard music and turned that frown into a smile.
"I saw that frown. You thought I was talking to someone, didn't you?" She asked as she set her phone down on the counter.
"No," I lied, shaking my head.
She walked over to me, stuck her hand in the water, then splashed me. "Liar," she chuckled.
"Hey!" I squealed, splashing her back.
She splashed me again and laughed when she looked and saw how soaked my shirt was. Then, a song by Norah Jones came on. She looked at me, tilted her head to the side, and smiled while reaching for my hand. "Dance with me," she quietly begged while pulling me to her, I rested my head on her chest, and we started slow dancing.
While dancing to the song, I thought the music was soothing and closed my eyes. Then I melted when Lisa started quietly singing in my ear, "Come away with me, and we'll kiss on a mountain top. Come away with me, and I'll never stop loving you..."
I smiled as I looked up, wanting to watch her sing to me, but her lips met with mine, showing she wants me not to cast any doubt about her.
Her lips pressed tenderly to mine, causing my heart to flutter. The kiss was so loving, so passionate, that not only was my shirt soaked, but my panties were drenched. I deepened the kiss, raised my hands to her hair, and tugged while whispering, "My heart's all yours."
She groaned, then sucked my bottom lip into her mouth when she parted from my lips. "I have something to show you. Something I've wanted to show you for a few weeks now."
"What's that?"
I followed her to the couch and sat next to her as she opened her laptop and logged in. She then logged into her website, clicked on her favorites, then handed me her laptop. "Look at those homes I have saved," she smiled.
"For what?" I asked, looking away from the laptop to her.
"Are these homes you're selling?" With a smile, she shook her head no and yes. Confusing me. "Is that a no or a yes?"
"They are homes I'm selling. But I'll be buying one of them as well."
"Buying one?"
She nodded, "Yes... for you, for us, that is. But I wanted you to be the one to pick it out."
"I don't get it. You're still married, so any buying you make will also be Kendal's."
"No, it won't," she smiled widely, then leaned into my ear.
"Because the home you choose to have, I will have the deed put into your name once I buy it.
My mouth fell. "What?"
Lisa laughed and closed my mouth. "I've wanted you out of this apartment for months. I was going to show you these that day when you came to my office, but you sort-of left in a hurry. Now that you're pregnant. I really want you out of this apartment and in a house."
"What about your house?"
"I talked to my attorney and told him I was giving her the house. I came to the decision that she can have everything. That's why he thinks the divorce papers will be served to her Friday."
"She's not going down without a fight, you know."
"What's there to fight about? All I want is what's mine, clothes, and my work stuff. That's it. Whatever I leave behind, I can buy it again."
"The fight will be you. Kendal will fight for you."
Lisa laughed, shaking her head. "She doesn't love me. Never has. If she wants to fight, it's because she wants to hear herself yell. It's what she's good at."
"You're telling me," I groaned, thinking back to all the times she's yelled at the employees about nonsense. Lisa's phone rang again. I looked at Lisa and rolled my eyes. "You know it's her. Why don't you answer it this time before she ends up calling all night and ruining the rest of the night?"
Lisa hurried to her phone. She never answered it, instead she turned her phone completely off when she sat back down next to me. "The other day, I told her not to call or text me and that I'll be home when I come home. And even then I won't be staying. I'll just be going there to grab my things and leave," she added with a smile, while her arm reached over my shoulder.
I set the laptop beside me, then climbed onto her lap, straddling her. "Tomorrow I'll call a doctor to see when I can be seen. After that, if you want to show me those homes you want me to see, and if it's okay with the owners, I would like to see them. But before all that happens, I want you to carry me to the bed. Then I want you to make love to me until I can't function any longer and need to fall asleep."
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