Page 43 of Elijah
Elijah
aged 28
I remember years ago my dad giving up smoking and telling me that the hardest part wasn’t the initial stopping, it was months later when he’d smell a cigarette and get a sudden yearning for one. The aroma of the tobacco was enticing, and even though he knew how bad they were for him and that one puff could get him hooked again, his fingers still twitched and his heart beat faster at the thought. Well, that was how I felt about Amy.
My fingers needed to touch her and my heart beat faster whenever she walked into a room, but she was bad for me, because she had the ability to break my fucking heart again. In fact, what the hell was I saying, it had never healed and it was becoming more apparent every day that I didn’t love Mia as I should do. I definitely loved her, but if I’d loved her the right way, I wouldn’t be craving my ex-wife and it was driving me insane that all my waking thoughts were starting to be about her. Since the day I knew she was watching me digging, I couldn’t get her out of my head. Just the thought of her eyes on me gave me a semi hard dick, because I knew what she was capable of in bed.
As if I’d conjured her up, I heard Amy’s heels clicking on the tiled floor behind me. Turning away from the window I was gazing through, I watched as she walked toward me, concentrating on her mobile.
“Morning,” I said, my eyes lingering on her curves in the sexy red dress that she was wearing.
“Oh my god,” Amy gasped, putting a hand to her chest. “I didn’t realise you were in here.”
A pink blush touched her cheeks as she looked at me and she looked beautiful. Her lips were slightly parted on a gasp, and a strand of hair had escaped her low ponytail and was brushing against her cheek.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s fine, I was concentrating on my phone.”
“Must be interesting.”
Amy smiled and I felt a thud against my breastbone and my stomach lurch at the sudden yearning I had for her. I wanted her so badly, my skin was itching with need.
“Matty,” she said, holding up her phone. “He’s just sent me a picture of the ultrasound of his baby.”
“I’d heard that he was going to be a dad. That’s…well it’s great news.”
“Yes, it is. They’re both really excited. We all are.”
She bit on her bottom lip as we both stared at each other, unspoken memories passing between us.
“So when’s it due?” I asked, leaning back against the sink.
“Not for another four months. They’ve been for the scan to tell them the sex.”
“Really?” I said, genuinely interested. “So what are they having?”
Amy pouted and rolled her eyes. “They’re not going to tell us. We have to wait, which is really annoying because I wanted to go and buy them some clothes and toys this weekend.”
“You still could,” I offered. “Buy stuff that could be for either.”
“I know,” she sighed, glancing down at her phone again, “but I really wanted to buy the right colour.”
“They got any names?” I asked, knowing that was the sort of thing you generally asked when someone was having a baby.
“They won’t tell us that either,” she cried. “Honestly, they’re such bloody spoilsports.”
“Matty always did keep his cards close to his chest,” I replied, with a quiet laugh. “Remember his first girlfriend. No one knew about her until her dad called around to tell your mum and dad that he’d caught Matty sneaking into her bedroom one night.”
“God yes,” Amy gasped. “He was only fifteen.”
She was silent for a moment and then started to laugh.
“I suppose we should’ve realised he’d end up getting someone pregnant, randy little bugger.”
I nodded and took the half dozen steps toward her. “Can I look?” I asked, holding my hand out for her phone.
Amy started to pass it to me and then paused momentarily, before finally handing it over. I looked down at the grainy black and white picture and stared in awe at the baby on the screen.
