Page 90 of Possessed By You
“In and out, easy. Wish I could have come back sooner.”
“Back to uneventfulness?” I chuckle. “You were traveling in Taiwan amongst beautiful things…beautiful people. Fun people who can do things. I mean—”
“You’re becoming green,” he says in amusement. I roll my eyes, turning on my heel. He catches me from behind and pulls me to him, placing his chin on my shoulder, his lips on my neck. “My people are right here.”
He cradles my belly, sending an instant jolt to my heart.
“Besides, you being uneventful has its advantages,” he continues, his voice warming with playfulness. “You have nowhere to be.”
Another great perk of the nesting stage: constant insatiability.
I shiver at the mere implications.
“And you don’t either?”
“Nope.”
I grin. “What advantages?”
“Come inside and I’ll show you.”
***
“It’s the wrong blue.”
Sitting on the plastic-covered rocking chair, I show Benjamin the blue on the paint barrel, which prompts him to check over his own paint mark. He makes a face, shoving the roller to the wall.
“It’s navy blue.”
Kevin enters the room with a tray carrying beer for them and lemonade for me. My dear friend clucks his tongue in distaste at the uncomfortably dark blue on the wall of the nursery. This was once Benjamin’s piano room, the instrument which now resides in the living room.
“That color is too dark for a baby room.”
“It’s depressing,” I add.
Benjamin rolls his eyes, taking the beer from Kevin. “It’s the color from the catalog.”
“Itsoisn’t,” Kevin argues, bending to retrieve the evidence. “See? They must have sent the wrong one.”
I stand up, which has recently become increasingly difficult, and Benjamin looks pointedly at Kevin, who is supposed to be forcing me to rest while he works.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
I hum cheekily. “I didn’t put on these overalls for nothing.”
Benjamin frowns. “Kevin, you are utterly useless.”
“What? She’syourwife,” Kevin counters, taking a long drag from his beer.
“John and Jasmine are coming later to help, and they will think I’m running you into the ground if they find you up like this,” Benjamin says, refusing to give me his roller.
Laughing, I reach for it then have an evil idea.
I grimace and drop my hand, clasping my belly, and Benjamin stills.
“Baby?”
I reach out and snatch the paint roller from his hand while his guard is down and grin when Kevin gasps at my sneaking abilities. Benjamin’s face tightens, and both Kevin and I get a good laugh from my husband’s shock. Finally, I relent, feeling bad.
