I had some time yet.
But still… I checked just to make sure.
“So is it done?” I asked.
I’d wanted to go to the trials, but they’d been held in Austin, and I’d been given the express orders I was not to travel due to high blood pressure. And, when I was going to go anyway, my mom, brothers, and sisters had literally stolen my car to keep me from doing it.
I was literally on the way to bed rest if I didn’t calm my shit down.
But Bruno being gone was incredibly stressful. I wanted him home.
And I had no clue how anybody thought I could stop worrying about my man.
I decided to heed my doctor’s orders, seeing as the moment that Bruno walked in the door, I was jumping him. And being on bed rest meant that I probably couldn’t ‘do’ Bruno.
I hadn’t had him in a very long time.
So long, in fact, that I felt like I was dying inside.
That, and perpetually horny.
It was getting really, really hard to think about work during a sex scene when all I could think about was reenacting the sex scene with Bruno like I had that one time in the car on the way to Nevada.
How was I supposed to prove a hundred percent effectiveness without first trying it out?
Now that Bruno had given me that in real life, I was loathe to act it out in my brain any longer.
I groaned, took one last look out onto the porch, and then dejectedly walked to the bathroom to get myself cleaned up. Which then led to a complete and total shower, seeing as I wanted to look good—and smell good.
After finishing up in the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror.
It’d been a long five months.
My hair had grown out to a length I’d never had it at before. My eyes had dark circles under them, and I was at least twenty pounds heavier because I found it was easier to eat my feelings than acknowledge them.
That, and I was six months pregnant with Bruno’s child.
A child that was even then kicking and rolling in my belly, letting me know that he or she was very much there.
I heard the creak of the door, and then a soft ‘click’ of the front door latching.
I walked out of the bedroom, uncaring of my appearance—I was in one of Bruno’s t-shirts and nothing else.
A t-shirt that was the last shirt he’d worn with me. A t-shirt that didn’t smell like him anymore, but I pretended it did.
The moment I saw him, butterflies exploded in my belly.
He was scruffier than he’d been when I saw him last.
And his eyes also had dark circles under them.
His hair was a shaggy mess, and I knew that would likely be one of the first things we fixed.
After.
I ran to him, all but throwing myself into his arms.
I hit him hard, a sob already catching in the back of my throat the moment he wrapped those massive arms around me and pulled me in tight.