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of the room leaving me stunned in her wake. In all the years we’ve
been together this is the first time I’ve heard Faye swear.
I shake my head and take
another drag before sitting down at the chair Faye recently vacated. The kitchen
is clean; the chrome on the refrigerator and around the dinette table gleams in
the soft light. As I sip on my beer, Faye’s sobs drift down the hall from our
bedroom. I drop my cigarette butt in the almost empty bottle and it hisses when
it hits the liquid.
Faye and I promised each
other when we got married that we wouldn’t go to sleep mad and I needed to
stick to my word. I get up and make my way to our bedroom. Faye doesn’t acknowledge
my presence except by sniffing loudly and rolling over so her back is facing
me. My clean shirts are in a heap on the floor, most likely thrown there in her
rage. I undress and change into pajamas before brushing my teeth in the master
bathroom. I notice that Faye isn’t the only one whose waistline is expanding. I
turn sideways, the beginnings of a paunch isn’t a welcome sight.
Faye’s sobs have died
down by the time I climb into bed next her. She rolls away from me again, but I
spoon up alongside and put my arm around her.
“Faye, honey, you can’t
ignore me forever,” I whisper into her hair. The light brown curls are loose
and wild, spilling down her back. Curls she usually has pinned up in a twist. She
grunts in response and tries to shrug my arm off.
I cup one of her breasts
over her nightgown, it’s plump and juicy. I can’t help but grow aroused by how
ripe she is.
“Frank, I’m not in the
mood,” she hisses.
“See, I knew you couldn’t
ignore me.” I nuzzle her neck and she relaxes a little against me.
“Even if I wanted to, we
can’t. It will hurt the baby.”
I groan and flip over
onto my back. This has been her excuse for the past month. I guess this means
we’re going to actually have to talk.
“Faye, why did you get so
upset?”
“I didn’t mean to fly off
the handle like that, but I’ve been feeling…” Her voice cracks and she takes a
deep, shuddering breath.
“What?”
“Lonely.” Faye rolls
over. Her face is drained of color except for the redness surrounding her eyes.
I pull her closer so her head rests on my chest. She nestles in.
“I’ve been working a lot
to save up money. Babies are expensive.”
“I know and I don’t go
out and talk to the neighbors. All my girlfriends are busy with their own
lives. I just feel trapped…not to mention I’m a fat cow.” She rests her hand on
her belly. Her nightgown stretches tight across and her bellybutton sticks out.
“Let’s invite Dan and
Carol over for dinner. I’ll grill up some steaks so you don’t have to do all of
the cooking. What do you say?”
Faye smiles, “I’d like
that, except they’ll have to bring the baby.”
“They can bring it. We
need to get used to having one around.”
“Him, not it. They had a
boy, his name is Richard. Richie for short.”
“Right,” I agree and kiss Faye’s
forehead. We drift asleep, no longer mad at each other.
Chapter Thirteen
Even though it’s
Saturday, one of the busiest days at the dealership, I have the day off to help
Faye. She is in her last trimester and has resorted to walking with a strange
waddle. Dan and Carol are expected to arrive any minute so I fire up the grill
and help Faye get glasses down from the top shelf in the cabinet. The effort of
setting the patio table outside has left her panting and flushed.
I pour her a glass of
water and she eases into a chair. She takes a sip and sets the glass on the
table. A smile slowly spreads and lights up her face. She grabs my hand and
places it on her belly. I wait patiently for a few seconds until I feel the
ripple of movement underneath my fingertips.
“Junior is active today,”
I remark.
“I think he… or she,”
Faye looks at me pointedly, “Is excited to party tonight.”
The last month has passed
without much
been together this is the first time I’ve heard Faye swear.
I shake my head and take
another drag before sitting down at the chair Faye recently vacated. The kitchen
is clean; the chrome on the refrigerator and around the dinette table gleams in
the soft light. As I sip on my beer, Faye’s sobs drift down the hall from our
bedroom. I drop my cigarette butt in the almost empty bottle and it hisses when
it hits the liquid.
Faye and I promised each
other when we got married that we wouldn’t go to sleep mad and I needed to
stick to my word. I get up and make my way to our bedroom. Faye doesn’t acknowledge
my presence except by sniffing loudly and rolling over so her back is facing
me. My clean shirts are in a heap on the floor, most likely thrown there in her
rage. I undress and change into pajamas before brushing my teeth in the master
bathroom. I notice that Faye isn’t the only one whose waistline is expanding. I
turn sideways, the beginnings of a paunch isn’t a welcome sight.
Faye’s sobs have died
down by the time I climb into bed next her. She rolls away from me again, but I
spoon up alongside and put my arm around her.
“Faye, honey, you can’t
ignore me forever,” I whisper into her hair. The light brown curls are loose
and wild, spilling down her back. Curls she usually has pinned up in a twist. She
grunts in response and tries to shrug my arm off.
I cup one of her breasts
over her nightgown, it’s plump and juicy. I can’t help but grow aroused by how
ripe she is.
“Frank, I’m not in the
mood,” she hisses.
“See, I knew you couldn’t
ignore me.” I nuzzle her neck and she relaxes a little against me.
“Even if I wanted to, we
can’t. It will hurt the baby.”
I groan and flip over
onto my back. This has been her excuse for the past month. I guess this means
we’re going to actually have to talk.
“Faye, why did you get so
upset?”
“I didn’t mean to fly off
the handle like that, but I’ve been feeling…” Her voice cracks and she takes a
deep, shuddering breath.
“What?”
“Lonely.” Faye rolls
over. Her face is drained of color except for the redness surrounding her eyes.
I pull her closer so her head rests on my chest. She nestles in.
“I’ve been working a lot
to save up money. Babies are expensive.”
“I know and I don’t go
out and talk to the neighbors. All my girlfriends are busy with their own
lives. I just feel trapped…not to mention I’m a fat cow.” She rests her hand on
her belly. Her nightgown stretches tight across and her bellybutton sticks out.
“Let’s invite Dan and
Carol over for dinner. I’ll grill up some steaks so you don’t have to do all of
the cooking. What do you say?”
Faye smiles, “I’d like
that, except they’ll have to bring the baby.”
“They can bring it. We
need to get used to having one around.”
“Him, not it. They had a
boy, his name is Richard. Richie for short.”
“Right,” I agree and kiss Faye’s
forehead. We drift asleep, no longer mad at each other.
Chapter Thirteen
Even though it’s
Saturday, one of the busiest days at the dealership, I have the day off to help
Faye. She is in her last trimester and has resorted to walking with a strange
waddle. Dan and Carol are expected to arrive any minute so I fire up the grill
and help Faye get glasses down from the top shelf in the cabinet. The effort of
setting the patio table outside has left her panting and flushed.
I pour her a glass of
water and she eases into a chair. She takes a sip and sets the glass on the
table. A smile slowly spreads and lights up her face. She grabs my hand and
places it on her belly. I wait patiently for a few seconds until I feel the
ripple of movement underneath my fingertips.
“Junior is active today,”
I remark.
“I think he… or she,”
Faye looks at me pointedly, “Is excited to party tonight.”
The last month has passed
without much
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