Page 35 of Call Don't Fall

“A bit of both. Fainting is something I never want to do again.”

“Let’s check the blood sugar,” I said, keeping my voice level.

“It’s low,” he shrugged. “I’d put money on it being low after that.”

“Maybe I’ll try making that pumpkin spice coffee stuff you like again.”

“I love you, but you suck at making ice coffee.”

“The one at the shop has way too much sugar, though.”

“And fat and probably sodium too,” he nodded. “That’s what makes it so good, though!”

“Yep. It’s low,” I said a moment later looking at the meter. “Let’s feed you.”

“I really don’t feel like eating after all that.”

“We’ll take it slow.”

And that’s how life rotated around the sun during the early weeks of Chasten’s pregnancy. I walked the fine line between helping him and driving him crazy by trying to do too much for him. In my free time I started reading Treg’s online comic book and writing lists of things I wanted for our kid someday. Most of them were experiences. I wanted our pup(s) to see all that Earthside had to offer. Heck! If the mission with the guys who went out into outer space was successful maybe my kids could fly around out there too!

“Are you upset you didn’t travel the world before you started your career?” Chasten asked, peeking over my shoulder late one night when neither of us could sleep.

“I dunno,” I shrugged. “Aren’t we supposed to want to give our kids the stuff we didn’t have?”

“Yeah. I mean, if they want it,” he tugged my chair until I scooted back and let him plop down on my lap sideways.

I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his temple.

“Did you travel?” I asked.

“A little. Around stateside anyway.”

“Should we whisk ourselves away to London?” I teased him.

“Maybe somewhere more remote. A little cottage in the woods somewhere?”

“Hmmm…. Where?” I yawned.

“I don’t know. Where are little homey cottages in the woods?”

“Probably lots of places. Maybe we could go on a cruise.”

“Bite your tongue. My stomach would kill you and then my diabetes would kill me!” he laughed.

“Maybe we’ll decide on where later.”

“Maybe to the Raven Hollow territory to see the leaves change next year,” Chasten offered.

“I’d like that. Well, I’d like watching you watch that, and I bet they have some nice hiking trails too.”

“They do. Treg and Grina went there and took lots of photos back when they were a couple.”

“Has Grina come up for air?” I asked.

“Was that a pussy eating joke?”

“If you want it to be,” I nodded.

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