Page 24 of My Thursday Throwback

Chapter 9 – But...Baby!

Monday Morning

Monday came and went with Scott and Pip spending the day at the conference. Zelda worked diligently on notes for the conferences she would visit during the week and sorting through conflicting emotions. When Scott arrived at the suite after a long day, she wasn’t in the mood to be social with him nor Pip. He ordered dinner in, took a hot shower, and sat in the oversized chair reading a book. She didn’t bother him and he had little to say to her.

As the hours ticked away, Scott rose at a little after ten, bidding her goodnight and turning in. A few minutes later, she joined him, getting in the bed, moving closer to him, still having no words. He didn’t ask for any. His strong hairy arm draped around her waist, slowly moving her body closer to his. Scott lowered his face to plant a small kiss on the top of her head before he drifted off to sleep. A comfort unlike any she’d ever known came over Zelda. Four hours they spent together in one room without saying a word and no sex had been initiated, yet at this moment, she felt closer to him than anyone in her life. Love.

This is what love felt like.

I love this man.

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TUESDAY MORNING

Michael arrived Tuesday morning, hesitant and weary, sitting his suitcase inside of Zelda’s hotel room door as she and Scott had breakfast. Pip opted not to join them since she’d worked late for an encore performance with a small group of specialized ventriloquists that worked with children.

“Good morning,” Michael said as Scott opened the door to let him in.

“Breakfast?”

“No, my stomach is not quite right,” he said, rubbing his belly. “I need to see Pip.”

“She’s next door on the right,” Zelda said softly.

He left his suitcase and inhaled deeply ready to go pay the Pipper.

“Michael, you are leaving your suitcase,” Zelda said.

“Yeah, I may be leaving on the next flight, depending on how this goes,” he said giving a mock salute and stepping into the walkway.

“He will be back in a few,” Scott said.

“You men think you understand women and you don’t. All he has to do is be honest with her and all will be well,” she said to Scott.

“No, she is going to be bitchy and temperamental and come at him with anxieties and issues which don’t have a damn thing to do with Michael. He, in turn, is going to say something smart-ass and off the cuff and really piss her off. I give him fifteen minutes before he’s back,” Scott said, clearing his plate.

“I guess you would know,” she said, snorting.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It is exactly what you are doing now, which implies that you feel I am throwing my anxieties at you instead of telling you what is really on my mind,” she said.

“If the shoe fits,” he said, sipping his coffee.

“I think you are going to be wearing the shoe as an eye patch if you continue this conversation,” she snapped at him.

“See! This is what I mean. We lost four hours yesterday of time together, of loving each other, because you were sitting there sulking like a ten-year-old, afraid to speak what was on your mind!”

“Nothing was on my mind, Scott. Believe it or not, women can sit, enjoying a quiet moment without prattling on about nothing. I thought the evening was lovely and we were able to spend time in each other’s company without humping like two dogs in heat,” she yelled at him.

“Maybe I like that part, Zelda,” he shouted back. “That part is when we get to connect with man and woman.”

“We can connect as a man and woman without your penis slid inside of me,” she said slapping the table.

“I know that! I want to think that our relationship is built on more than that, but you make it hard to get through to you,” he said.

“You have gotten through. I hear you. I see you,” she told him.

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