Boyfriend, Fiancée and Pregnant

Chapter Twenty: Deathly Delicious

For whatever reason, on Wednesday morning, I really had to pee.

I mean, I really had to pee.

I tried to ignore it, I rolled over onto my back and tried to force myself to go back to sleep. Nevertheless, the sensation became stronger and stronger until I had to get out of bed. Cursing my bladder and the article I had read about a month earlier about some bloke who died because his bladder exploded, I stumbled out of my room, not fully opening my eyes to preserve my sleepiness.

"Woah!" a voice said as I entered the hallway.

I lazily opened my eyelids about a centimeter to see James, holding his arms out to brace me after we collided.

"James," I mumbled sluggishly. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going for a run," he told me cheerfully.

"Oh," I answered vaguely as I rested my head on his shoulder. It made a solid pillow, but it was a little too hard for my ear. I preferred cushions over muscles this early.

"Why are you up at five, Lily?" he asked.

"I have to pee."

"Oh, um, okay," James replied as he deftly moved away from me about half a meter. "You go do that and then go back to sleep, okay?"

"Okay," I answered.

"I'll wake you up when I get back."

"Okay," I said dreamily.

He laughed, kissed my forehead, and then disappeared down the hallway.

When I was done in the bathroom, I tottered back into my room and collapsed onto my bed. I fell back to sleep instantly before I even had time to cover myself completely with my blanket.

"Lily."

"Mmm," I sighed into my pillow. I felt a gentle nudge between my shoulder blades but tried to ignore it.

"Lily," the voice whispered again as it continued to prod my back. "C'mon, love, wake up."

I rolled over to face my intruder.

"Hey," I whispered.

"Hey," James whispered back."Ready to wake up?"

"What time is it?" I asked drowsily.

"A little after nine," he answered. "I waited till I finished the whole puzzles page before I woke you up."

I groaned.

"In both papers!"

I sighed and turned back on my side. "Five more minutes," I pleaded.

He chuckled quietly. "Okay," he agreed, "but only if I get to sleep too."

"What?" I asked in confusion. I opened my mouth to question him more, but James was already slipping off his shoes.

He climbed into my bed and pulled the covers over himself. "Scoot over, would you?" he asked me teasingly.

I turned over to my other side so that I could eye him testily. "Did I say you could do this? This is my bed. Go find another one."

He grinned at me sweetly. "You know, once we get married, we'll sleep together every night."

"If, we ever do, at a much later date, you mean," I corrected him.

"Of course."

He grinned and ran his fingers through my hair, which had fallen over my eye.

"I kick," I told him.

"I steal the covers," he replied back, "and I snore."

"Lovely," I commented.