you want to know what I've got planned for the next two days, I'll tell you. When I planned on it I was looking forward to seeing the smile, the excitement, whatever when you found out what each thing was. I don't care anymore. I think the girls would probably have been excited, too, but they aren't really in the mood for surprises after tonight. So you tell me if you want to know and I'll tell you."
By this time my shoulder was wet with her tears. She sniffed.
"I don't want to know anything, Pete. I want to be surprised. I just want it back the way it was."
"How was that, Wendy?"
"You know, you loved me and I loved you."
"I never stopped loving you, Wendy. Why, did you?"
"No. I... I don't know. I'm so confused. It seemed so right for me to me mad at you when I was talking to June. I had this idea you would hold on to me and tell me everything is going to be alright and we'd make love."
"Everything IS alright, Wendy. It has been since that night you got out here from Texas and I took you home. You've never had any problem getting me to hold you. You can always ask or you can just hold me. I always hold you right back. And we make love whenever you ask. And a lot of times you don't ask. I don't think you can find one time you let me know you wanted to make love and I didn't take care of you. Unless it was when we had to be someplace else and didn't have time. And I know I more than made up for it when we got back. So what do you want that you're not getting, Wendy? Do you want me to treat you like a baby and feel pity for you?"
"No, Pete. I want you to hold me."
I rolled over and took her in my arms, pulling her close. She cried against my chest. "Oh, Pete. I don't know what's happening. I see myself doing these things and I can't make myself stop."
"It's OK, Wendy. It's part of being pregnant. Your body has so many new hormones rushing through it you don't know how to act. Some men put up with it. Some try to figure out what the woman wants. They have a special name for them after they go through months of that - insane. Others disappear. I know one guy in the navy who would always volunteer for active duty when his wife was pregnant. He says being out to sea saved his marriage. Some people find lovers, others get a divorce. I'm going to try to fight back and live a normal life, where both of us can respect each other and not accuse the other of things we know aren't true. I'll probably be the first man in history to do so, provided I survive till after the baby is born."
"I love you, Pete. So much. I'll try. But it's tough."
"Look. I know you didn't have anyone there when Randy was born. I'll be there unless you push me away. And If you do push me away, I'll make you look at it, just like tonight. You know I wouldn't bother if I didn't love you, don't you?"
"Yeah, I know. Can we make love? Please?"
"Are you ready to be teased by the three girls next door. Have them complaining all day that they're tired because they couldn't get to sleep because of all the screaming? Without being a bitch about it?"
"Yes."
"Go brush your teeth and wash your face."
She ran into the bathroom. She was already using my toothbrush before I realized she hadn't had time to get her own stuff. I'd have to figure out a way to get back at her for that. Another day.
She ran back into the bed. Her hormones were good for something else. She came quick, she came often, she came loud. I don't know how many times she came before we heard pounding on the door between our rooms and June yelling "Knock it off. Some of us are trying to sleep."
Wendy yelled out "Spoilsport."
We were both between orgasms so I said "Let's get some sleep."
I lay on my back and Wendy assumed the position. And sighed a great big sigh.
Chapter 8
The alarm went off at 5:30. I pushed Wendy off my chest and climbed over her to get to the other side of the bed to turn it off. Wendy's moans let me know she wasn't thrilled about the whole thing.
"Wendy.
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