Page 73 of Bar Down Baby!
Defense was shit tonight. Mine especially
But we’ll get the next one
Hannah
A home game
I’ll be there if you’ll have me.
I’ll bring Jer and he can keep an eye on those refs. Just in case they get any funny ideas.
Barry
I’ll always have you.
I was taking my post-work nap when I woke to Barry stripping off his travel clothes and leaving them in a neatly folded pile on my discarded work clothes on the chair by my bedroom door. Junior meowed at the end of the bed, and Barry tried to shush him with some neck scratches.
“Barry?”
“Shhh.” He pulled the door shut just enough that Junior could come and go and then lifted my comforter before crawling into bed with me, his long-ass limbs cold against mine.
“What are you doing?”
“Sleeping, shhh.” He pointed at the cat, his head back down like he was ready to sleep more. “You’ll wake the baby.”
I rolled my eyes but was too tired to argue. Instead, I shut my eyes and fell asleep in the middle of a sandwich between Barry and the pregnancy pillow.
When I woke a few hours later, I had no idea what time it was, but Barry’s palm was splayed on my belly, and his boner was poking into my ass.
“Barry?”
“I am sleeping” he lied, and the laugh I gave was low and sleepy. I rubbed my eyes and shuffled to turn in his arms. He cracked one eye open then closed it, pretending to sleep with his lips upturned.
We hadn’t talked about sharing a bed after our night together, hadn’t talked about a lot of things beyond thethis means nothingconversationwe had before he fucked me for hours in a way that very much felt likesomething.
I poked his cheek until he opened his eyes, no holding back his smile now. “What are you doing in my bed?”
He snatched my hand and held it hostage in front of his chest. I loved the slight wrinkles beside his eyes when he smiled.
“The problem is that now that I’ve slept on your bed—maybe the most comfortable two-hundred-dollar bed in the known universe—the blow-up mattress, couch, and toddler bed in the basement will no longer suffice. I’m addicted to this bed.”
“Hm, that is a predicament. Because, well, this is where I sleep.”
Barry gave a long sigh, his eyes looking at my cheeks too tenderly.
“What are you looking at?” I whispered.
“I hope the baby has your freckles,” he whispered back.
“You’re being romantic again.”
Barry groaned and put his face into the pillow—my pillow, I might add. “What if we let me be romantic until the baby comes?”
“Sounds dangerous.”
“Why? Worried you might start liking me?” he asked.
Yes. Too late. I’m terrified, I didn’t say.I don’t know how to makeyou like me forever, and I don’t think I’ll survive it if you stop once I’ve really let you in.
