It Wasn't Me (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 2) - Page 53

“Hey, do you think you could possibly show me how to start the Roomba?” I asked softly. “Or help me figure it out?”

I mean, he was a man. Didn’t all men inherently know how to work shit?

He grumbled a ‘yeah, baby’ under his breath and went to get the box.

I’d gotten it a year ago for my birthday, and instead of taking it to Germany with me, I’d left it here with my mom in my old room. That was where a lot of my ‘unable to ship to Germany’ stuff had gone.

As a single woman, I’d lived on base in a small economy-sized room. There wasn’t much room for anything in it besides a bed, a few personal items, and my television. Hell, I was lucky to fit a snack-sized fridge in there.

“This thing is fancy,” Jonah said as he came back to the table reading the box. “Did you know that you could set it up via the app? And you can even pinpoint a spot and tell it to clean.”

I did not, but I was happy to know that my parents hadn’t skimped on my birthday present and they’d gotten me a good one.Chapter 15Please recycle. We want the world to be a beautiful place for Betty White after we’re gone.

-Meme

Piper

It was an entire four weeks later when I finally admitted it.

I sent a text to my sisters, knowing I needed their help.

Piper: How does one know if they’re pregnant if they haven’t taken a test yet? I mean, I know all the signs body wise…but I’m not exhibiting any of those. I’ve missed my period, but that’s not abnormal with me. I just feel…off.

Phoebe: take a test, dumbass.

Pru: It’s one o’clock in the morning, moron. Why are you texting us? Go get a test.

I rolled my eyes at my sisters’ lack of understanding.

Piper: I’m on night shift. I can’t freakin’ go get a test. I honestly just thought about it, anyway.

Phoebe: swear to God. I’m your little sister. And you are a nurse! You should be advising me on this shit, not the other way around.

Piper: What crawled up your ass?

Phoebe: I can tell you that it wasn’t my husband.

Pru: Gross.

Phoebe: You’re gross.

Pru: Your mom’s gross.

I snickered at that.

Sadly, the sound of a bed alarm had me sighing.

“Shit,” I said, momentarily pushing everything else from my thoughts. “Here we go.”

And we definitely went. Quite a bit.

I didn’t stop moving until well past dawn, and at that point, I was so exhausted that I could barely see straight.

Luckily, I only had less than an hour left on my shift.

Even more luckily, I was allowed to go home early seeing as all five of my patients had delivered, and the maternity ward was officially ‘quiet.’

Not that I said that aloud. One didn’t say things like that if they wished to have a good day.

So, being the nice, loving wife that I was learning how to be, I stopped by the donut shop and got a dozen donuts in assorted flavors.

I’d noticed over time that Jonah was a pretty clean eater. And by ‘clean’ I mean he didn’t eat bad at all.

Not until it came to donuts.

Donuts were definitely his weakness.

And when I say weakness, I mean he didn’t eat just one. He ate ten.

Which was why I also got some donut holes for me, and a kolache.

He didn’t like the kolaches. He said it was too much bread to meat ratio, and wouldn’t eat them without whining about it.

So with donuts in hand, I arrived home just in time to find him climbing out of the shower.

The uniform he’d had on while at work the day before was still lying on the floor where he’d discarded it the night before after his shift. Right beside it was his gun belt, likely almost dead cell phone, and his wallet.

Dropping the donuts on the bathroom counter, I turned to him and grinned.

He was watching me with hungry eyes, and that hunger had absolutely nothing to do with donuts.

“You’re home early,” he growled.

I watched as a particular fat drop of water dripped from his beard and began rolling down his chest. It went through the flat plane of his belly, trickling over his abs, until it came to a stop in his pubic hair. Pubic hair that was framing Jonah’s massive erection.

I nodded. “I am. There must’ve been a full moon or something. We had ten women come in within a two-hour period, all within hours of delivering. I left early because there was nothing else for me to do. I’d already played super nurse all night. There were ten healthy babies.”

He always asked if the babies were healthy. Always. So I’d started tacking that on to the recap of my nights that he always asked for, too.

He took me in.

“I have about thirty-five minutes before I have to leave for work,” he said. “And I’ve already had my coffee.”

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