I’m actually going to die from lack of sex. I hope no one puts that on my tombstone, but this is how it’s going to end for me. I can’t even remember being this horny in my whole life.
Great, now I’m hungry.
I lightly poke my stomach. “Hey, I fed you an hour ago. Are you planning to take after your father and eat me out of the house?”
Sadly, I get no response.
I roll over and look at the clock. It’s midnight and I’m hungry and horny. I read in the books that this might happen, but I hoped I would skip this part. Hunger seems to win this battle and I roll out of bed and head down to the kitchen. When I open the fridge, I squint at the bright light, but there’s nothing in here.
Shit.
I meant to go shopping, but I took a nap instead. Since I haven’t been working, I’ve been resting more and more. Mama says it’s because the baby is sleeping. I’m not sure about that. I think my emotions are draining me. I continue to stare at the empty fridge praying that food will just appear, but nothing does. My stomach grumbles and I have the urge to have a bacon cheeseburger.
I gasp.
The Hole in the Wall.
It’s a twenty-four hour open diner that’s on the edge of town. Luca and I found it one night when we were exploring Omaha. It has the best food.
I wonder if Luca–
I stop my thought. I doubt Luca is even awake. I highly doubt he wants to go with me to eat at midnight. My stomach grumbles again and I feel a little weak.
Shit. I can’t drive like this.
I’ve already had one close call of fainting when I don’t eat and I can’t have that again. I quickly go up to the bedroom and grab my phone. I’m not one to beg, but this calls for desperate measures.
Me: Are you awake?
I pray he’s awake. Almost instantly my phone buzzes.
Luca: Yes. Are you okay?
I push away my pride and type out my
plea.
Me: I’m starving and I really want a bacon cheeseburger. I’m feeling a little weak and can’t drive to The Hole. Any chance you want to be my driver for the night?
Oh please let him say yes so I don’t have to call a cab to take me.
Luca: Be there in ten.
I relax on the bed. I didn’t realize how tense I had been waiting for his answer. Elation takes over knowing that I’m going to see Luca.
I sit on the porch steps enjoying the warm night air. It’s the middle of June and even though it’s hot in the daytime, the nights are perfection. I gaze up at the cloudless sky looking at the stars.
I think about the night Luca and I stayed out all night when we graduated college. I stayed in North Dakota until Luca was drafted. Luckily, he didn’t go into the NHL right away. I never had been camping, but Luca said that he and his Papa had done it a lot when he was a kid.
That night we didn’t do anything but make love all night under the stars. We never made it into the tent. It was us, lying on blankets in the woods. I remember his touch, his kisses on my body, and the Russian words he spoke when he was inside of me.
The bright lights of Luca’s SUV pull me away from the delicious thoughts of our lovemaking. When I hop in, I look over at him. He looks the same as the boy I fell in love with. However, now there’s a new, pained look in his eyes.
“Thank you for this. I know you don’t want to.” I buckle my seatbelt and adjust it around my growing belly.
“It’s fine.”
He turns the music up a little bit more, his cue that he doesn’t want to talk. I lean back against the headrest and watch the stars zoom by as Luca drives out of town.