Fat Girl In A Little Coat 2

part 40

We took a shower together, cause he had to work. My ass sore, even when water was touching it. I put on a long tshirt as I crawled back into bed. I couldn't sit since it would hurt. Billy comes back with a ice bag wrapped up with a towel. "I'm sorry T. We should had done this when I had my day off from work. Hell even school." Placing the bag on my ass. I winced in pian a bit.

"It's okay. As long we enjoyed ourselves I'm okay. And I did. I just didn't think of the after math as well."

His thumb rubs my forehead moving some hair away from my face. "I was a little worried that it could bring some old memories back. I'm glad that it didn't."

I propped myself up with a soft smile. "You know, haven't thought about them in the longest time. Only you and my family."

"I only work three hours today so I'll be gone for four. When I come home I'll take care of you." Kissing my lips. "I love you. I don't say that enough. At least I feel like it."

He's trying his best. "I know. It is t always easy for you. I love you too. Promise me that you'll be safe." Safe from the water. I use to have night terrors on the third month that we lived here. Billy remembers his mom saying the same thing when he was little.

"Of course." Last kiss before he left.

Taking extra clothing and his keys to the apartment and his car. My hits the pillow and I passed out for like two hours. What wakes me up, the phone. Do I dare picking up the phone? I guess I should cause what if Billy got hurt. Got up from the bed and headed to the kitchen.

"Hello?"

'Oh... Is Billy there?'

"No, he won't be back for a few days. But I can take a message and give it to him when he comes home." It was a woman's voice... But who's?

'Its Heather, nothing wrong just wanted to see how he was holding up. Sorry I mean you guys are holding up.' With a giddy voice.

Right of course. Your not worried about me. The only reason why you "are" is cause so you can have Billy. "Okay Heather I'll make sure that he will get this." I do badly don't want too. But knowing him if I kept this from him he'll be pissed.

'Well how are you?'

"Doing well, thanks Heather. How are you?" I hate that I have to be nice to you.

'Good. And I'm glad to hear that. I know that you and Billy were going through a rough patch while you were here and just wanted to check in. I hope it was okay that he gave me your number.'

He did what.... Great...I hit my forehead. "No no that is fine. Rough patch?"

'Well the two of you were fighting and that he was constantly worried about you and the baby. That it had me worried about you too.'

I glared at the wall. I took a deep breath in and then exhaled. "You don't have to be worried about the baby and I." Remember you wanted me to be put away. Why does she have to call and bring up so many feelings that I thought it went away for awhile. "Listen I have company. I'll talk to you later."

'Okay see you later.'

I slam that phone so hard on to it's hook. I began to make some tea. Billy will be home in another hour. You know what I don't have to tell him when she called, just that she called. So I could wait.

Billy came home two hours later then what he said. I was making dinner, the anger wasn't going away like I thought it might, by the time that Billy would be home. I did some laundry as Billy entered our home. "T, I'm home." Taking off his backpack off. Placing his clothing into the other bathroom. Then coming into our bedroom. "I'm sorry T. The driver had a heart attack and so the police came. And I had to answer some questions."

"Do you know that he or she is okay?"

"I think he will be." Kissing my cheek. "You didn't have to do our laundry. I would had done it."

"It's okay, it gave me something to do, while I was waiting for the food to cook."

"I can feel that you mad. What happened?"

I shook my head. "Just hormones." Which isn't a lie.

"Ah. Is there anything that I can do to help you with?"

Yes! Drop Heather as a friend! But I couldn't.  "No." I hung up some of the clothing.

"How about after dinner, I'll rub your feet and we can just relax."

"As much as I would love that.... I cant sit remember?" I smirked at him.

"And whose fault was that?" Walking towards me as I was standing by our bathroom.

"Might be mine?" I teased him.

His arms wrapped around me. "I would so fuck you right now, but you making dinner... so I'll wait." Kissing me again.

"Hmm. How about you grab us some drinks. That would help me." I kissed him back.

He nods his head as he rubs my belly. "Was baby okay while you slept?" I nod my head. "Good." Letting me go and following me into the kitchen. "Did you get any sleep while I was at work?" I nodded. "Good."

"How was work?" I cut up some meat.

Shrugging his shoulders as he got himself a beer. "Alright. Annoying kids not listening to their parents. Adults being drunk while they want to learn to surf. Thankfully we turned those girls away."

I nod as I listen to him. And now I just feel sad, the anger went away. Not crying sad. Just sad. Putting the meat into the pan as I boiled some, broccoli and some carrots. Cause that's the only way that I can eat them.

"But it is what it is and when this one is born. He or she will learn to respect their elders." I sorted a little. "What? Do you not what our child to be respectful to our-" it dawned on him. "Oh ha ha."

"Your the one that said it not me."

"You are lucky that you are pregnant or else I would take you into our bedroom and continue what happened this morning." With a smirk he took another swig of his beer.

"Oh like it stopped you at all that I'm pregnant." I chuckled. "I love you Billy but sometimes when you are in the mood, you are a sex machine."

"Oh really?" He leans on the fridge.

"Yes. And I wouldn't change it Billy." I looked over at him. As he's trying to be flirty.

"Glad to hear you say that." Placing his beer down as his hands placed on my hips. "Because you are mine, like I am yours. And I wouldn't trade you for the world."

Oh really? I asked myself that. I finished cooking up dinner. I made a cheese burger for him and the same for me without the bread. Placing a pillow down on the chair for me.

"I hope that this helps."

And it sorta did.