Page 60 of Interference
“Do you have anything in mind?”
I bite the inside of my cheek as I stare at him. I don’t know how he’s going to take what I have in mind.
“Actually, I would really like to go to the gym and work out.”
His hand stops playing with my hair as he freezes.
“You want to work out?” he asks slowly.
“I really do. I used to hate going to the gym, but I miss it. Besides, if the goal is for me to make the next Olympic team, I need to stay in shape.”
Brett sighs and starts playing with my hair again. I give him a moment to think.
Is it my body and can I do whatever I want? Yes, but I’m also carrying his child, and whatever I do affects the baby as well.
“I’ve read that it can be safe to work out while pregnant as long as you are safe,” he says after a moment.
I nod. “My doctor said I should be good as long as I don’t overdo it. I need to do this, Brett. I need to stay in shape, otherwise…”
Otherwise, I won’t make the team.
“You’re right,” he says, making me relax. “But I have one favor.”
“Name it.”
He lightly pulls on my hair until I look up at him.
“I need you to promise me that you won’t work out without me. I know it’s stupid and I can’t explain it, I just need to be there when you do.”
“Done,” I say with no hesitation.
Will it suck when he’s out of town for a game and I want to work out but can’t? Absolutely, but in reality, it’s a small ask. Besides, who knows how long I’ll want to work out. Maybe it will become too hard the further along in my pregnancy I get.
“Well then, I guess we’d better get up and head that way before the gym gets too busy.”
I roll over and get out of bed.
“On second thought, maybe we should just stay home.”
I look over my shoulder and see nothing but desire in his eyes.
“Maybe later, mister. We’re going now before you can change your mind.”
He groans dramatically. “You’re an evil woman, evil!”
Laughing softly, I get dressed in my clothes from yesterday. “Would you mind if we stopped by my place so I can change?”
“We can stop on one condition.”
“Name it.”
“You pack a bag of things to keep when you stay over here,” he says as he puts on his shirt.
My breath catches. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
Once again, Brett Woods leaves me speechless.
