"Ugh, come on Lise! We're going to be late for the La…Lamaze class." Jackson said as he gulped in fear.
Lisa poked her head out of the bathroom with a frustrated sigh.
"I'll be there in a second! I'm trying to get this stupid bump on straight, unless you want me to look like a deformed pregnant woman?"
Lisa stuck her head back inside the bathroom, while Jackson let out a deep breath.
"Okay, no, that would definitely draw suspicion."
He put his finger to his lips and thought for a second. A smirk slowly crept across his face.
"Do you want any help in there?"
Lisa stepped out the bathroom in a blue and white wrap around dress with polka dots. Her bump stuck out right in the center of her stomach where it was supposed to be. As she pulled her hair up into a ponytail, she looked sternly at Jackson, not liking his previous comment. Although she didn't see the expression on his face when he said it, she knew what he was thinking, and she wanted to stop all thoughts pertaining to them being, "together," in anyway but professional, if you can call their assassin-victim relationship professional.
"No, thank you. I managed on my own and can always manage on my own."
Jack put on an innocent face and threw his hands up in the air to signal surrender.
"Okay, okay, don't be so touchy."
Lisa glared at him as she walked toward the door.
"I'm allowed to be, remember? I have to play pregnant and pregnant women are moody and hormonal, especially to their boyfriends and husbands who got them this way in the first place."
"Right…"
Jackson opened the door and let her go first. Once she was ahead of him, he mouthed the word, "ouch," in her direction.
The Lamaze class was being held in the auditorium on the ground floor. Lisa and Jackson kept distance between them until they entered the hall to the auditorium and saw other mommy's and daddy's to be. Jack put his arm around Lisa's waist and she scooted in line right beside him. As they entered the auditorium, they saw cushions on the floor, pamphlets scattered on tables at the sides of the room, and a big projector screen on the stage with a picture of a woman in labour frozen on the screen. Jackson stopped dead in his tracks and dropped his arm from Lisa's waist. He just stared at the screen. Lisa gave him an evil look, but he didn't see it, so she nudged him in the ribs with her elbow.
"Oww!"
He snapped back to life and looked to Lisa.
"What? I'm sorry, but that is gross and yet fascinating at the same time."
She rolled her eyes and let out a little laugh.
"Well, don't worry honey; you'll get to see lots of gross yet fascinating pictures here."
He smiled down at her and they fell back into their positions of his arm around her waist and her cuddled up by his side. They nodded short hellos to the people they passed and headed for two available cushions in the middle row on the left side of the room. Lisa and Jackson sat on separate cushions side by side. As more people made their way to their seats, Jack was the first one to notice that they weren't sitting the same way as the other participants. Everyone else in the room was sitting one in front of the other. The man was behind the woman and the woman was in front leaning back on the man. Soon Lisa saw what he saw and they exchanged an uncomfortable glance. In one fluid movement, Jackson moved behind Lisa and she leaned back into him. She could feel his breath hit her ear as he whispered to her.
"I like this position. It's pretty cozy and comfy."
Lisa felt her cheeks turn red and she wanted to yell at him for being so forward about it, but knew she couldn't risk causing a scene, so she just let it go with a big sigh. In her mind, she had to agree with him. This position, where he was basically holding her, was comfortable, not sexual or arousing in any way, at least not to her, just simply comfortable and surprisingly not awkward. Lisa had never felt, "comfortable," with Jackson before. Their encounters always held a little awkward tension, but now she was getting used to Jackson being around and actually starting to enjoy his presence.