Page 153 of Heartbeats & Highways

“Savage,” I moaned.

“What? Don’t you usually puke your guts up in the morning?”

“Yes,” I agreed. I sat up for a moment and then I ran to the bathroom.

When I was done with the morning sickness, I went back to the bedroom. Savage had gone to the kitchen to grab me a glass of orange juice. Thankfully, he’d put on a pair of sweats first.

He handed the glass to me, and I drank three gulps.

He kissed the end of my nose. “Better?”

“Better,” I agreed. “Why does the suffering of pregnancy start with morning sickness and end with painful messy childbirth?”

“Couldn’t tell ya. But, at least at the end of it, we’ll have two beautiful babies.”

“Nature’s cruel joke of how they come out,” I grumbled.

He kissed my forehead and then went to the bathroom. He shut the door and then I heard the sound of the shower going.

I finished my juice and thought about a naked Savage in the shower. I knocked on the door of the bathroom and then opened it.

“If I promise to keep my hands to myself, can I get in there with you?”

“It’s not your hands I’m worried about, but my own. I’m done though. You climb in and when I get out, I’ll get you a fresh towel.”

I got into the steaming water and glided past Savage. He was beautiful. All rippling muscles and ink. It was a wonder we ever got out of bed.

Oh, right, we barely ever do.

I slid the shower curtain closed and shampooed my hair.

“A fresh towel is on the rack for you,” he said a few moments later. “Get dressed and head to the kitchen for breakfast. I’ll meet you there after Church.”

“Okay.”

“I grabbed some clean clothes for you from the apartment. They’re in the top drawer.”

“When did you do that?” I asked.

“When you weren’t looking. Come out here and let me kiss you goodbye.”

“I’ve got shampoo in my hair.” I poked my head out and met his lips. “You might be thoughtful packing clothes for me, but we need to do something about your shampoo, conditioner, and soap situation.”

“What? You don’t like drugstore generic?” he quipped.

“I can smell the chemicals. I’m going to get us something natural.”

“Whatever makes you happy, babe.” He kissed me one more time for final measure and then he was gone.

I finished up in the shower and after towel drying my hair as best I could, I padded naked into the bedroom. I opened the top drawer and pulled out a pair of underwear and immediately grimaced. They were so unattractive. I made a mental note to ask the Old Ladies a good place to get lingerie. I needed to spice things up.

With a sigh, I got into my jeans and sweater. Savage hadn’t brought me socks, so I borrowed a pair of his.

The kitchen was a zoo, and the Old Ladies were bustling around the room trying to feed the kids and keep them satisfied, all the while making enough for the army that was currently having Church.

“Good morning,” Mia chirped. “Coffee?”

“Half a cup please,” I replied. “Can’t have too much with the babies.”

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