Page 132 of Black Flag

He smirked looking awaytoward the window. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Good Morning.”Renatacalled opening the door to stick her head inside. “Ibrought my favorite girl a treat.” She held a white cup in her hand.“Decaf white chocolate mocha, right?”

“Did you have somethingto do with that?” I smiled toward Jameson.

“Good woo, right?” hereplied winking.

“Yes...good at the wooing.” I smiled back sinkinginto his warm arms.

“You guys areadorable.”Renatagushed pushing the machine towardthe bed. “So kids, it’s time for the ultrasound.”

I watched as Jameson’seyes lit up at the thought of seeing his little spaz again.

He didn’t disappoint.Our little flailing spaz wiggled around, showed his baby manhood, his baby bumand even sucked his thumb, which I thought was so cute. Jameson just chuckled.

Renatawas kind enough to letus just watch him for a good twenty minutes. Judging by his little movements,he was a spitting image of his father in more ways than one.

Jameson wasentertaining to watch. His eyes focused intently on the baby, asking what partswere what and smiling more than I’d seen in a long time.

EventuallyRenataconcluded her measurements and exam. Afterwards shesat down in a chair to speak with us.

“After this lastultrasound, I’m confident that in another two weeks you can go home, withrestrictions.”Renatatold us.

“What kind ofrestrictions?” Jameson asked, still lying in bed with me.

She smiled at him asthough she was about to deliver our death sentences.

“Well, for one, noflying and two...no sex until afterthirty-two weeks,”

Yep, death sentence forsure.

“What?” I nearlyscreamed. Jameson laughed nervously. “You have to be fucking kidding me?” Isaid with wide-eyes. I reserved this look for situations of this nature. Thelast time I used it was when Charlie threatened to send me to boarding schoolif I didn’t remove my nipple ring I’d gotten in Mexico was I was sixteen.

Renatafound my reactionentertaining.

“No, sorry, notkidding. Since you’ve started dilating it’s best no penetration takes place.”

Jameson coughedshifting next to me. His expression reminded me of high school health classwhen we had to put condoms on banana’s and I ripped his condom off his and atehis banana in front of the class.

“So that means we cando other things, just no actual align boring?” I clarified.

“Sway!”Jameson blurted out,shifting again.

I don’t know why he’sso shocked. I know Jameson was thinking the same thing.

“Exactly,”Renatagiggled at Jameson’s reaction. “You can dootherthings.” She winked at us. “Just no penetration,”

“Well...that’s a relief.” I locked eyes withJameson. “Just nopenetration,”

“Stop saying thatword.”

“When you are ready togo home, have you thought of where you will be staying?”Renatainterrupted. “I know you said your regular obstetrician is in Elma, right?”

“Yes, Dr. Sears is inElma Washington. I figured I would have to go back there...” I glanced at Jameson, he flashed me asmile. “But I can’t fly?”

“I’d prefer you didn’tfly.”

“Well...that’s going to be tough.” I wasdefeated.

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