Page 6 of Bolo's Curveball
He nodded, then went and held the door of the restaurant open for me. His mother had taught him manners, I’d give him that. They sat us at a table and I looked over the menu. Everything sounded good, but my stomach was beginning to churn. Every woman heard about this, but I was unprepared for the reality now that I was pregnant. All the delicious foods I loved were starting to make me nauseous. Just seeing the words was enough right now. Not a good start to a nine-month journey.
“Everything’s damn good here,” Bolo said, his eyes on his menu.
The waiter came over. “What can I get you started with?”
Both he and Bolo stared at me. “Um…a cup of chicken noodle soup and some toast. No butter on the toast. And a sprite please.”
Bolo’s eyes narrowed. “That’s it?”
I nodded. Then my eyes widened as he ordered a quarter of the menu for his own lunch.
“You not feeling good?”
My cheeks heated. I wasn’t sure why I was feeling embarrassed. Probably because I really didn’t know this man. “Sorry. It just kind of sneaks up on me.”
“What does?”
“Morning sickness.”
His brows shot up. “It’s one in the afternoon.”
I grinned at him. “Morning sickness doesn’t only happen in the morning, Bolo.” This really was going to be a long, and educational, nine months.
“Stupid damn name then,” he muttered. “And there’s nothing for you to be sorry about. Is it normal to get that this early?”
I shrugged. “I honestly don’t know, but Mom says it can be, so…”
“Do you want to go?” I gave him a confused look. “I don’t want to sit here and eat if you’re not feeling good,” he explained.
“No, it’s okay. I need to put something in my stomach, even if it's bland.” He was sweet. “Tell me about your family.”
He shrugged, grabbing the soda the waiter set down in front of him with a guttural, ‘thanks’. “They’re cool as far as families go. My brothers are a bunch of dorks, but not in a bad way.”
I wasn’t even sure what that meant, but I didn’t ask because I had a feeling the explanation would only leave me more confused.
We really hadn’t talked about anything deep on our dinner date before. By the time we might have broached those subjects I’d already been buzzed.And horny.“Are your parents still together?”
“Oh yeah. Still act like teenagers in love.” There was a smirk on his lips, but his gorgeous blue eyes softened just a hint.
“Mine are the same.” They were the reason I had such high expectations of love and relationships.
“So…your dad still going to try to beat my ass when I meet him?”
I grimaced even though he was grinning. “Hopefully not, now that you’re in the picture again.”
He gave me a considering look.
“What?”
“Just trying to figure out if I should throw you under the bus or take the ass chewing he’s bound to give me like a man.”
I shook my head with a smile. “I already told them I was the one who broke things off. You’re in the clear.”
“Something tells me I’m not off the hook completely.”
Our food came out and I picked up my spoon, then paused before dipping it into the soup as more and more food just kept appearing. By the time the waiter stopped coming back to the table it was mostly full of plates.
“You’re welcome to eat any of this you want,” he said, motioning to the banquet on the table. “I’m pretty good at sharing.”
